Well, let me tell you about this thing, “boys in the boat ending“. It’s a real head-scratcher, that’s for sure. I saw some young folks talking ’bout it, and it got me thinking. This whole “boys in the boat” thing, it’s about some fellas rowing a boat, right?
They was in some big race, bigger than a hog at the county fair. And they was going up against some tough folks, Germans and Italians, you know. Like when my old rooster used to fight them other roosters, only this was on the water. These boys, they was from Washington. Not like where them politicians are, but the other Washington, where the apples grow big and juicy.
These boys, they weren’t fancy or nothin’. Just regular fellas, working hard, like me when I was young, tending to my garden. They was what you call underdogs, ain’t nobody thought they could win. But they had grit, like that old mule we used to have, stubborn as all get out.
And wouldn’t you know it, they started winnin’! They won some race, the Pough-keep-sie, or somethin’ like that. Sounds like a funny sneeze, don’t it? Gave ’em a ticket to the big show, the Olympics, over in Berlin. That’s in Germany, you know. Back in 1936, it was. Olden times. Like that time, I tried to get to the town fair by horse and buggy.
Now, one of them boys, Joe, he had a rough time. But he got back in that boat. Like when my Bessie cow got loose, but we got her back in the barn. And Al, he was another one of them. He was all smiles at the end. Like a kid with a big slice of watermelon on a hot summer day. The boys in the boat was not rich. But they had a good heart.
- These boys, they rowed that boat like the devil was chasin’ ’em.
- They pulled them oars, back and forth, back and forth, like I’m churnin’ butter.
- And that little fella at the end of the boat, the coxswain, he was yellin’ at ’em, keepin’ ’em going.
- Like my old man used to yell at the pigs when it was time to feed ’em. He is a puppet master.
That ending, though, that’s what got everyone talkin’. They was neck and neck with them Germans and Italians. Closer than two peas in a pod. Then, bam! Them Washington boys, they pulled ahead, just a little bit. Just like when I’m racin’ to get the last piece of pie at the church social.
They won! By a hair, they won! Six-tenths of a second, whatever that means. It’s like winnin’ a blue ribbon for your jam at the fair, but even bigger. It was a photo finish. They got the gold! Can you believe it? Them underdogs, boys in the boat, they won the whole darn thing! It was like a Hollywood story.
And you know what? Someone said one of them boys found out he was Jewish. Maybe he didn’t know, or maybe his folks kept it quiet. Back then, people were funny about that stuff, like how folks ’round here get about their secret fishing spots. But that boat race was about everyone working together. Like everyone helping with harvest, or quilting bees.
It was a real good story, that “boys in the boat ending“. Reminds you that even when things are tough, you can still win if you work hard and stick together. Just like them boys in that boat. They showed everyone what they was made of. Like my grandma’s old quilt, it was all patched up and worn, but it was strong and kept you warm. The boys in the boat are a true story.
And that boat, they still got it. The Husky Clipper, they call it. It’s like a piece of history, like my grandpa’s old pocket watch. They tell the story to new folks, so they don’t forget. It’s a story that keeps goin’, like a river, never really endin’. It’s like that old saying, “A stitch in time saves nine.” These boys did a lot of stitching, and they saved the day. I think maybe, just maybe, they are showing the new boys how to be good at rowing, too. But the movie is good. It makes me feel good. They did a real good job, and worked real hard. I like it. It is a good story.
And they say that story will keep inspirin’ folks, like a good rain after a long drought. So, that’s the story of the “boys in the boat ending“. It sure is somethin’, ain’t it? Makes you think, don’t it? It’s like plantin’ seeds, you never know what’s gonna sprout, but sometimes, you get somethin’ real special. Those boys in the boat, they sure were somethin’ special. They really were. I like that story. It makes me happy. They were like my chickens, always scratchin’ and peckin’, but they always got the job done. And they sure did.
