800pm Monday
BG,
Now you’ve got be kidding me. So we were married on the exact same day. We both had two best men. If you tell me you had Mardi Gras beads and half naked women flashing at your reception, then I think I finally found my twin in the world.
Food wise. That was my choice for a final meal. My best meal ever was at Emeril’s in New Orleans. Exotic mushrooms in a Tasso sauce over angel hair pasta, medium-rare Rack of Lamb, chocolate grand marnier soufflé for the whole table. Topped off with a bottle of Cristal Brute. Heaven. Of course, there was my friend Tony who chased the glass or Cristal with his amaretto sour.
Bad sitcom characters. That’s an easy one for me and it only takes one actor to some it all up.
Robbie Rist.
Anyone remember him. Early on I remember watching re-runs of The Brady Bunch. He played the shy geeky Cousin Oliver. You know shows when they’re starting to lose the plot, start brining it other characters in an effort to give the show a boost. Anyway, not only was a shy and clumsy like Cousin Oliver, I was always compared to him appearance-wise. Great way to grow up. Feeling geeky and odd with everyone saying look like a geek and odd character on TV.
Later in the 80’s, our boy Robbie went on to star in a Saturday morning show/cartoon called Kidd Video playing a character named Whiz. At this point in my life, I’m starting to explore and define my musical tastes and opinions. I also use my brain to begin my career in the death spiral of a career called Information Technology.
Just to make even funnier, he went on to play Michaelangelo in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie, which I saw when it opened in the theaters completely loaded out of my gourd.
Not that exciting but that’s as good as it gets.
Here’s a nice softball for you.
Which happens first? Your beloved Detroit Lions win the Super Bowl or someone from our blogger community makes a WSoP final? Now I’m not talking about Paul Phillips, Richard Brodie, etc.
No offense to your mighty Lions, but I have a feeling sometime soon, Felicia, Iggy, or someone is going to break out and make it. Imagine Felicia’s horror at having to sit at the Razz final table and be seen on TV. Or our favorite wee-person sitting on his booster seat trying to bitch slap Hellmuth and having to ask Doyle to do it for him.