Thursday, November 5, 2009

Vampires and Werewolfs

By now it's pretty much a fact that women (and girls) in the all-important 12-36 female demographic loves both werewolves and vampires, especially the ones with great abs and basketball skills. This has been true since the dawn of the 80's when Bram Stoker began dreaming up the ideas that would transpire on to the pages of Dracula in 1897. Almost 100 years later my older sister would fall in love with Michael Emerson, who moved with his single mother to Santa Carla, a coastal California town plagued with gang activity and unexplained disappearances, only to be baited into becoming a half-vampire by a young Jack Bauer, back before he was into preventing major terrorist attacks on the United States and saving civilian lives both and government administrations. Even today fourteen year old girls laugh at me because I don't think the plot of 'Twilight' is very believable. Personally, I'm more of a fan of Scott Howard.




Scott and I had many things in common as of 1985. He as seventeen years old, and sick of being average and wishing he were special. His father ran a local hardware store, while mine was a local mailman. Scott played basketball for his high school's team, the Beavers, with a not-so-good win-loss record, while I played for the Eagles, with an equally not-so-good record. The girl of Scott's dreams, Pamela Wells, was dating Mick, a jerk from an opposing high school team, the Dragons. Mine was Lorie Griffin, the actress that played Pamela, as well as stints as Bonnie Reed in Cheerleader Camp, 2 episodes of 'Highway to Heaven, another episode in 'Charles in Charge', and a career-defining role as Kenneth's receptionist in the made for TV 'Seduction: Three Tales from the Inner Sanctum'.

After another of the team's losses, Scott began to notice strange changes to his body. Don't get me started on my junior year of high school. While at a party, Scott kept undergoing changes and eventually returned home to undergo a complete change and become a werewolf, while his father demanded that he open the door. Things were a little different when my dad demanded I opened the door but you get the point. If only I could have wolfed out I could have led the Eagles to the conference championship game only to decide to play the game as my true self rather than the wolf and stand at the free-throw line with the title in the balance as Mick stood under the basket staring me down. I really don't get it when people laugh when I argue for Teen Wolf as the greatest sports movie of all-time.

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