Was at a Phillies game, and after getting super intoxicated as I was walking out to exit the game, I run into none other than our boy Blake Smith chatted with him for a moment, and told him how proud I was of the team and him as a person and told him to keep working hard and he would be rewarded and that next year could be a really good year. It’s crazy how life works.
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I saw his family at the pep rally. Seemed like first class people. And he’s a smart dude. Double major!
Ha reminds me of when I was tanked, and met Baz's parents in the hotel elevator. I had a few superlatives for them.
Well, TBH, the buzz of the tailgate was wearing off so
lol Yeah I agree it’s pretty crazy but I guess it’s just a wildcat thing we can sense each other in a crowd.Any juicy tidbits about MN, Berry, a scholarship?Well, TBH, the buzz of the tailgate was wearing off so
Of course we're trusting that a drunk '92 picked out Blake Smith in Philadelphia (?) in the middle of the school year (?)
Enjoys being recognized.
Doesn’t enjoy engaging in a wide-ranging conversation about Wildcat hoops, Natty Light, and the inevitable Bohm v. Schmidt debate.
Always assume I'm not seriousDon’t know if your being sarcastic or actually questioning if i saw him fwiw
You have to admit… it’d be kind of funny if it was just some random tall skinny guy with a mustache.Don’t know if your being sarcastic or actually questioning if i saw him fwiw
Yeah, I guess you can say that, but I have a keen eye of remembering faces, even while intoxicated plus he was really stoked about my Northwestern tattoo that I usually show to almost everybody that is affiliated with the school.
Years ago, I attended the Mets last game of the year and was invited into their clubhouse(old semi-pro contacts), It was an amazing party and needless to say there was plenty of alcohol consumed as the players let off some steam. I participated fully and eventually exited from the players' door. I was greeted by a throng of fans , who began shouting "There's Tug McGraw". Being chemically uninhibited, I dutifully signed autographs for all interested. No one seemed to notice that I was signing their programs righthanded. Tug was a lefthanded pitcher !
