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|Okay, does any have any stories or accounts of almost getting into it or pissing off a professional athlete?
Back in the late 80's or early 90's, I went to a Pirates game with a group of friends to a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball game as they faced off against the St. Louis Cardinals. (Maybe a home opener) We spent the good part of the afternoon slugging down a keg in the parking lot of Three Rivers Stadium, typical tail-gating.
We went into the game and our seats were right in the middle of centerfield. Between innings, the popular song was "Centerfield" by ex-CCR member John Fogerty. Things were foggy, but I remember doing some ad-libbing and many of us were singing new words for the song.
Instead of singing...
Oh, put me in, coach - I’m ready to play today;
Put me in, coach - I’m ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be centerfield.
Willie does coke - He's ready to play today;
Willie does coke - He's ready to play today;
(Forgot this line)
The centerfielder was Willie McGee. This was around the time period when the coke scandal was still pretty hot around baseball. I have no idea if McGee was one of those who allegedly participated in the coke recreation, but we were out there serenading him. He did not seem to like this too well, so then it became an inning by inning issue. Each time he came out for his warm-up throws the chastising would begin. After a few innings of this, he walked over to the outfield wall and challenged all or nay of us to come down there and say these things to his face. Three Rivers Stadium was one of those cereal-bowl specials so there was really no way to get down to him unless you would walk around to either the left or right field areas. My one jackass friend was worried because he thought Willie would come up after us, and I tried to explain that Willie would actually have to go through the stands, then run up some ramps, find the right section, etc. Nothing came of it, but I sort of fill bad, because now I would look upon that gang as being a bunch of drunken morons. And Willie really did not do anything.
My second incident was a real embarrassment. I was home on leave and flying out of Pittsburgh after being home for Xmas and New Year's. Another guy that was in the service with me took leave laos so we met at the Pittsburgh Airport to travel back together. The flight was from Pittsburgh to Chicago. You were still permitted to smoke in the planes at that time. I was smoking back then. The guy in front of me boarded after me, so I never saw him. Well into the flight, I lit one up and the guy in front of me seemed to be agitated by the smoke coming from behind him. Seeing this, I got pissed and began deliberately blowing my smoke onto the back of his head. The guy never said anything. The flight went on and I was reading the Sunday newspaper and commenting on the Pittsburgh teams and since it was January, I know I was talking about the Steelers. The plane lands and I said something to my buddy like, "I want to see what that ass looks like that kept turning around trying to look over the seat."
The guy gets up and goes to remove some carry-on luggage from up above, and behold, it was the Emperor Chaz, Chuck Noll! I almost fell over right there. He gave me stern stare and then I did not what to do? Apologize and probably be told how much of a dick I was to him? I just let it go, but then I was the one feeling like an ass.
Now, I see why smoking was banned from plane flights.
Anybody have any of these stories?
Last edited on Thu May 29th, 2008 01:22 pm by Papa Voo
Will Kick Your Ass At Fantasy Football
|First one that springs to my mind was probably late in the 1992 season at Fenway Park. About a half a dozen other guys (some of who were Yankees fans) and myself got seats along the left field line for a Red Sox/Yanks matchup. (For the record, this is not as premium a score in 1992 as it would be today; this is under the Red Sox old, "stay the course, don't rock the boat" ownership regime, and both the Yankees and Red Sox fielded pretty dismal teams around this time).
Anyway, Mel Hall--who was openly dating a high school girl at the time, and even took her to her prom, IIRC, despite his being in his 30's--was playing LF. Well, my buddies and I were pretty well lubricated by the later innings during this otherwise unforgettable game, just started tearing into poor ol' Mel pretty relentlessly. Pedophilia jokes, and other high brow humor that you'd expect from twenty-something college jackasses. Meanwhile, Hall's getting noticably agitated. Eventually security finally comes over in about the sixth inning and tells a few of us--including one Yankees fan who wasn't even heckling Hall--that we have to leave.
So the best part of the story? We get escorted out by security, go across the street to the souvenier store for about ten minutes, come out, and look back at the ballpark. The gates are deserted. My Yankees friend says, "I bet we can get back in" and I say, "I bet you're right". We just strolled right back in, and returned to our original seats. My Yankees friend was in awe, saying that our success in getting back in was just about the most ridiculous thing ever. "What a joke," he said. "That never would've happened in Yankee Stadium." I had no argument. He was right.
Last edited on Thu May 29th, 2008 02:14 pm by dogfacedgremlin34
|Wasn't an athlete but a coach. It was during the Metro Atlantic Conference basketball tournament a few years ago. It was the first round, so games were played all day and into the night. The nightcap was Loyola of Maryland against St. Peter's (located in Jersey) or someone like that. No one from the two schools made the trip to Buffalo for the tourney.
So the game is taking forever. There's literally a handful of people left in the building, and it is after midnight. Loyola is down by about 30 points and their coach is still making tons of substitutions and calling one timeout after another. My brothers and I start getting all over their coach.
"Yeah, curse at them some more, thats been working all game!"
"Yes, make some more substitutions, maybe you'll get the deficit down to 25!"
With about 40 seconds left, we called for the coach to put in a player that had already fouled out of the game. Clearly puzzled and agitated, he turns around and says, "I can't guys, he's already fouled out! Leave me alone!"
Hammer to Fall
|Albany (GA) had a few minor league teams in the 1990s. Just about anybody who was a prospect for the Expos came through there, including Vladimir Guerrero. However at this point, they were an Orioles team with Armando Benitez.
I had to go through the Baseball Cube to get the details about which team this was and the full name of the player. I could remember it was Wayne, but nothing else. I'm pretty sure I remember most of the other details.
Albany was playing the Charleston (WV) Wheelers in the Polecats' cramped dump of a ballpark in 1993. Then again, if it's in Albany, 'dump' should be automatically assumed; it's a disaster of a city.
Wayne Wilkerson was struggling that day. After his third swinging strikeout, the abuse began from those of us sitting behind the visiting dugout. He must've been given some encouragement by first name, as that's how the fans were heckling him.
Lookin' good, Wayne!
Kid, you're supposed to hit the ball!
Plate appearance #4. Fourth strikeout. Swinging again.
Hey Wayne! (followed by other one liners)
Wayne looked up at the crowd and told us what we could do with ourselves. That didn't help his cause.
I see 1993 was his last year in baseball.
Jeff George's return as a Raider to the Georgia Dome against the Falcons was a hoot. Even when he shown on instant replay, he was loudly booed.
George, being the good sport that he is, took a victory lap around the field after they won. Surprised nobody tried to kill him at that point.
Last edited on Thu May 29th, 2008 06:54 pm by Hammer to Fall
The Ayatollah Of Rock And Rolla
|The only one I can think of is the Tony Garea and Scott Hall vs. my friend and I, which I have already told before.