Sunday, January 24, 2016

Hell of a Hall of Fame story


Via Reddit

11 comments:

Chip Ahoy said...

This happened at Jiva's house, the Hari Krishna dude who lives near the temple. I was just getting ready to leave and froze as he describes except I sat on the stone cap on the brick railing to shut off action but it didn't work, right down the leg as described and there I am on Jiva's front steps.

I stripped right there in Jiva's front yard while Jiva was trying to think of what to do, the hose is right there in the yard, and he hosed me down completely.

That was kind of fun, actually, but cold.

I stood on his porch naked while he ransacked upstairs for pair of pants that would fit. I got a pair of jeans out of the deal. I still have them. They're two sizes too big right now but they're among my favorite pants.

The vibes are 100% alright.

This tells me that Jiva has harmonious vibes that permeate in his clothes. I like the pants a lot. Whenever I put them on I go, Yay, these pants again. I remember that day I got them. The only other person who matches is my younger brother James. Oder brother Barry stole my clothes all the time and wrecked them with his scratchy fucked up vibes, sorry to say.

Nobody walked by during my vulnerable period of exposure. Then as soon as I had Jiva's pants on then people passed by and traffic went by. As if angles watching over my dummkopf self parted the space momentarily for my psychological comfort.

William said...

He could shit himself at a Hall of Fame ceremony, and it wouldn't make no difference. He'll always be famous for charging out of the dugout when Billy Martin robbed him of his home run. That's about as angry as a human being can get without murdering someone.

Lem said...

Major league bonding attempt. The guy tries to walk away but Brett is like I'm going to finish this story if I have to shadow you off the field.

Methadras said...

No shit? Brett tells a story about shitting himself? You gotta be shitting me.

ricpic said...

When you get older you have more and more near shit your pants experiences. It's gas. The farts are fewer but more explosive with age. What to do? Don't hold it in. Let 'er rip. If the house burns down...so be it.

Can Of Cheese for Hunter said...

speaking of sports.

Broncos!

yeah baby.

Sometimes life is a bowl of sad tits. Not today if you live in Denver.

Methadras said...

Good. now manning can redeem himself, win a superbowl and then retire on top.

Can Of Cheese for Hunter said...

agreed. Though at the moment Carolina is scary good. (and they have had a rally good season)

Can Of Cheese for Hunter said...

really

Methadras said...

I'm not a panthers fan, but I was rooting for them to go undefeated. It's such an impossibly hard thing to do, especially with the level of play and the amount of games involved, even factoring for the '72 dolphins.

ndspinelli said...

William, I recently read a book about the pine tar game. It has a long title but starts w/ The Pine Tar Game. Written by a Daily News scribe named Bondy. It also expands beyond the game and covers the great rivalry between the Royals and Yanks. Unless you are or were a fan of both teams, or a real baseball fan, you would not enjoy it. The Yanks went into a long postseason drought after the pine tar game, due to the buffoonish owner. Did you know Steinbrenner hired Roy Cohn to sue the AL President Lee McPhail on this incident?

A friend in KC sent me this video a while back. Brett obviously has ass and shit issues. Brett is also remembered as the guy w/ hemmies requiring surgery during the 1980 World Series. I remember him as a real ballplayer from the old school. The man was a stone cold hitter and owned Gossage. You could not throw a fastball past Brett.