If anyone has a classic story about a crotchety old man named Jack Crystal I'd love to hear it.
Me and my gang (family of 5) made the trip to Starkpatch this past weekend for the first time in years.
We got there early and reminisced about the good old days. How me and the wife got caught parking out at Eckie's Pond, and I showed everyone the building where I flunked Accounting, twice. We even ate at the Bulldog Deli.
Of course we went to the game and had a great time (except for getting beat). We actually bumped into Greg Byrne who was very nice; and very tall. We even got Coach Mullin to wave at us and he actually acted like he gave a crap that the fans were out in force.....then there was Jack.
After the game we waited until the HUMP was practically empty to leave, why fight the crowds ya know. While we were waiting I had to pee, so I went into the men's room. As I was finishing up, Jack Crystal came in and started doing his business too.
Not wanting him to think I'm a perv I went outside to wait. I was hoping to get a photo with Jack & my kids.
Well the next thing you know Jack bursts from the restroom and starts walking away real fast. I called his name in a regular voice; no response. I called his name in a slightly elevated voice; again, no response; so then I yelled at him. At this point he stopped, spun around and yelled back at me; something about him having an important meeting and that he
didn't have time to make small talk. He spun back around and stomped off to his very important meeting.
OK, ok, I understand being in a hurry and I even understand that the restroom is a bad place to meet new friends but dang, when you're an institutional icon and a man and his family are standing there with camera, you would think that old Jack would take 10 seconds to at least tell us that he really didn't have time to stop. Instead he chose to act like an ***.
He may be the best "announcer" ever, but dude needs to take a Dale Carnegie class and soon. I'm going to try and trip his *** if I ever see him again.
Me and my gang (family of 5) made the trip to Starkpatch this past weekend for the first time in years.
We got there early and reminisced about the good old days. How me and the wife got caught parking out at Eckie's Pond, and I showed everyone the building where I flunked Accounting, twice. We even ate at the Bulldog Deli.
Of course we went to the game and had a great time (except for getting beat). We actually bumped into Greg Byrne who was very nice; and very tall. We even got Coach Mullin to wave at us and he actually acted like he gave a crap that the fans were out in force.....then there was Jack.
After the game we waited until the HUMP was practically empty to leave, why fight the crowds ya know. While we were waiting I had to pee, so I went into the men's room. As I was finishing up, Jack Crystal came in and started doing his business too.
Not wanting him to think I'm a perv I went outside to wait. I was hoping to get a photo with Jack & my kids.
Well the next thing you know Jack bursts from the restroom and starts walking away real fast. I called his name in a regular voice; no response. I called his name in a slightly elevated voice; again, no response; so then I yelled at him. At this point he stopped, spun around and yelled back at me; something about him having an important meeting and that he
didn't have time to make small talk. He spun back around and stomped off to his very important meeting.
OK, ok, I understand being in a hurry and I even understand that the restroom is a bad place to meet new friends but dang, when you're an institutional icon and a man and his family are standing there with camera, you would think that old Jack would take 10 seconds to at least tell us that he really didn't have time to stop. Instead he chose to act like an ***.
He may be the best "announcer" ever, but dude needs to take a Dale Carnegie class and soon. I'm going to try and trip his *** if I ever see him again.
