Germ Warfare

How in the hell did this happen to Mason! In this fight, odds on favorite should have been a heart attack. His dad and uncle both dropped dead at 50 from a heart attack. Mason had quadruple bypass surgery at 42. Although he quit smoking, he hardly watched his diet, never exercised. How in the hell did Lou Gerig's disease find him.

Back in 1999, Mason was diagnosed with a popateal aneurism reached capacity. He did not act on the diagnosis. The cardiologist did not automatically admit him to surgery. Mason was told to take care of it soon. When the vessel's capacity was compomised, he was rushed to the hospital. He was offered two options by the attending cardiologist. Bypass surgery or new technique which involved laproscopically inserting a stint in the blocked artery. Dad made that decision on his own. Mason said, "Shoot the stint."
Here comes the irony...the attending cardiologist was not Dad's childhood friend Arnold Wildenstern, but Oscar Bizet. Bizet wasn't just another doctor in the practice. No, he was the son of Laverne Bizet. The woman Dad sought refuge from his fraudulent marraige to my Mom, Tallulah...their affair wiped out not only his own marriage, but also Lavern's.

Let's take a moment to look at this. Here in Oscar Bizet care is the man who wrecked his parents three decade marriage. Mason's down for the count and it's up to Oscar. Will the round end? Will Oscar call the fight? Will he employ the deadly winning combination, a serum that causes slow, painful, humiliating death?. Oscar is both the opponet and the referee.

Oscar had always been an oddity. He grew up in the neighboring trailer at Camelot Trailer Park and as Ralph Stanley used to say the walls were so thin that the two of us dreamnt the same dreams. He was a fiercly competitive teenager. When he lost anything, he would completely loose his shit and expel his rage to anyone who crossed his path. I had the unfortunate opportunity to be his doubles partner once, my athletic abilities were an embarassment to me and the good folks of Hill River. in fact, i was awarded "most spirited"(100% strike out average) in baseball, "most christ-like"( 0 points average per game) in church league basketball. And let's not forget loosing a early race car video arcade game to a blind friend of mine. At some point during the match he forced me to stand behind the base line and hold my racquet behind my back. Somehow even this minimal amount of presense caused us to loose. The tongue lashing that I recieved from him resides in the crowded pejorative memory chamber of my mind to this day.

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