so I was at princeton this past weekend running on the tow path. i was running with artie and two girls on the cornell team.
the damn geese were all over the place. as we run up to one of the families (you can't avoid the things), one goose was getting his feathers all in a bunch and being quite aggressive. note: it's not often you can use that phrase literally.
and then the thing runs at us, takes flight, and goes after my head from the side with its talons (ok, maybe they're not talons) gleaming in the morning sun.
heart racing (and everyone around me screaming), I did what any self-respecting man would do.
i punched the sh*t out of that flying goose, right in the center of its breast. goose - stunned - falls to the ground. emory - shocked and screaming like an animal - continues his run feeling like a combat hero.
man 1
goose 0
it was like fight club with a water fowl.