funny, at just about that same time in my life I met Randy Johnson. I was working at the Hoagy's Corner/7-11 and he came in to pay for gas. He stood out like a sore thumb. It happened to be after a game where he got lit up in his rookie(?) year (not sure he was a rookie, but back before he had control of his pitches), and he drove a big brown piece o' shit car. I imagine he's upgraded since.Walla Walla Dawg II wrote: ↑Mon Oct 23, 2023 10:50 pmHim against Randy Johnson.....I'll pick The Big Unit.SeattleAddict wrote: ↑Sun Oct 22, 2023 4:34 amok story time:
Back in high school I hung out with a bunch of people from a Catholic family with like 12 kids. All of the kids were superior athletes, one of which happened to be a golden gloves boxer. Not just a normal boxer, he was big and scary A.F. - nobody fucked with him even a little bit. Now, I knew him most of my life so we were on good terms, and I made sure to never let that change.
Anyway, one day it snowed, so all the neighborhood kids went and had a snowball fight that covered a 3 block radius. Somehow or other, I ended up in a one-on-one situation with this monster and ran out of snowballs. He, however, had several stashed in his hoodie.
"oh shit"
I back peddled and by the craziest coincidence, I backed into a snowman base that was for some fuck-all reason was on the sidewalk. I fell over, back on the ground, feet in the air, bundled up in 3 layers of clothes and couldn't move. The monster comes running at me, screaming like a madman, and smashes a snowball in my face. Those snowballs in his hoodie had become basically ice balls, and it was like a rock. I bled.
Scariest moment of my life, and I looked a lot like the guys in the picture.
Not really story worthy, other than the odd coincidence that it may have been the same year in the same neighborhood.