Not to be a drag at the party....as an irregular handball fan (oops, I mean football...they do kick every now and then) I was looking forward to looking back tomorrow for the Super Bowl.
I remember being on the road to a famous 49'ers house (YA Tittle) for a party when "The Catch" happened. Joe M and a bunch of Niner's crashed the dinner party. If you ever want to buy a Porsche, I have the hook-up.
We did Jim Plunkett's wedding..... with all the Niners present (I gave Randy Moss his own bottle of Jack and he fell down and broke his leg). The full story involves: a six-pack of piss, chocolate hand prints, Farmer's Market pasta.....
We used to rent a house at Alpine on MLK/Super Bowl week and ski and ski on empty slopes, just checking in from time to time as the Niners beat the Bengals or whoever bothered to show up. Being a Niners fan was being close to God.
Bill Walsh was a client...we served him dinner four days before he died.
Still, the air ran out of my balloon when Idiot Boy Culliver went on his anti-gay rant the other day.
"I ain't into the sweet stuff....no room in our locker room for that shit".
I was impressed at the Niner brass response.....and then:
Two other knucklehead Niners realized that the video they made for "It
Gets Better" was directed to bullying yes, but specifically anti-LGBT
bullying.....and withdrew their support, and even denied having made the
video! South Pacific Islanders being paid millions of dollars a year are not cool with bullying....some group of people....but not gay people. Perhaps they didn't notice that in Polynesian culture there are actually at least three sexes....and last year one of the "other" sexes actually made a local national soccer team.
Well, reading is really hard.....
Every sport team on the planet made an "It Gets Better"
video....even Canadian hockey teams. (Love Canada and hockey (Ken Dryden....the Abraham Lincoln of Canadian hockey is my fraternity brother from Cornell).
Did these morons ever hit the bars in the city they play for? Are they so dumb that they don't realize the hottest chicks they ever got a lap dance from this year weren't probably actually "chicks"? Have they even checked in with their own culture?
I am grumpy and depressed. I just had
to write an essay about my near miss with 9/11 for a book (I was drunk
on good champagne and great Calvados and missed Flight 93).
The main guy behind "Let's roll!" on that flight was a gay friend of mine from PG who played on the gay rugby team out of Berkeley....and, like all rugby players, any other team he could find. Even lame-ass straight alcoholics in Monterey. (I wound up at CHOMP for alcohol poisoning after my first practice. Practice....not a game.)
He was a lock...meaning a big guy who would kick your ass and run like a deer.
Rugby doesn't need pads....it's flesh to flesh, and bone to bone. Or time-outs. Pussies need not apply. There is a keg on the sideline and a jar of Vicodin, not oxygen tanks, Culliver. We play for 45 minutes straight....no pun intended...without commercial breaks and time to gasp.
No rugby player I ever met ever disrespected a gay player.....I guess the dregs drift towards "football".
posted by Txacoli at 10:06 PM