CDAGRIZ said:
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I've dearly missed anachronistic story time!
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Social Distancing w/ Friends..
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I've dearly missed anachronistic story time!
MrTitleist said:
I was permanently band from the casinos in Jackpot back in 2003. It wasn't due to winning but incontinence.
EverettGriz said:
Our Friday afternoon began at of all places a fashion show at the bozeman mall. A friend was dating one of the models and had to make an appearance. We were already tuned up which became apparent as one of the models came out in a white dress covered in multicolored poke dots. One of us made the comment, "Jesus Christ, she looks like a loaf of Wonderbread." All at once 20-25 older women turned their heads in unison and frowned at us.
As we were exiting the Bozeman mall, someone needed cash and had to stop at a bank near the mall. Since it was hunting season, our driver thought it was a good idea to drive over a life-sized plastic deer that was occupying the grass next to the bank.
While in downtown Bozeman, I somehow got estranged from my crew and ended up with a buddy from high school on a tequila fueled joyride in an old black jalopy on the outskirts of Bozeman. The next day I was reunited with that car at Reno H. Sales Stadium as people were taking turns smashing it with a sledgehammer. After halftime it was set on fire.
After the game another friend asked me if I had ever tried magic mushrooms. An hour later 6 of us drank down some unpleasant laced tea and headed out into the night.
***Pro Tip: For any of you young kids just starting out, it may or may not be a good idea to kick off your first experience with hallucinogens on a night where many people will be wearing costumes.
What unfolded in the next 7-8 hours was a theater of intemperance and absurdity. The night began in ernest at a large house party near Belgrade where I met one of my future ex-wives and at one point had a semi-intellectual conversation about post war American foreign policy with a young man dressed as a penguin ( I think). Outside the party I watched a man flapping his arms and running around the poorly lit yard yelling "I'm a bird" until he crashed into a camper trailer. Ironically, that man has been an aeronautical engineer for the past 30 years.
The revelry continued downtown at the Crystal Bar. I don't know if this is a common occurrence with psychedelic mushrooms but I was incessantly thirsty that night. Although I kept drinking a lot of beer, perceptually it didn't seem to impair me due to the mushrooms. At 1:30 AM I was walking up the back stairway of the Rockin' R with a girl and the effects of the past two days slammed into me like that sledgehammer hitting that jalopy.
I woke-up the next day after 2:00 pm swearing off liquor for the rest of my life.
This might seem off brand, but I honestly have never really gone sideways during any cat-griz game. (it's cat-griz always has been always will be). I equate it to something like new year's eve or St. Patrick's day. Does losing to the Bobcats hurt me in my soul more than it should? Yes it does. But, if ya put a gun to my head and said choose your three most memorable griz fan moments, it is this:
1. My years might be off, because I use my brain differently than most average bears, but I'm thinking 93ish. Last year Fat Dad got to f*cking tear one off on the microphone (before the NCAA said "home field advantage" isn't fair..). Pretty sure we were playing Nevada Reno, and they had that cunty center that wouldn't shut up, and liked to talk shit to the crowd. Fat Dad properly announcing Delvon Anderson as the MVP of that tournament, brings joyful tears to my eyes right now.
2. Come back game against SDSU Part Deux. I was at the Dickenson come back against them when it happened the first time, but I was too young to get it, if you know what I mean. Wasn't too young to get it, second time around. Anybody that was at that game knows, that place has never been louder.
3. When we came out with the "old school" colors (Kem I'll fight you) against the Cats.
3.2 Just to keep this thread on point. Here is where I might have been big boy drunk at a cat-griz game. Sitting on the rail on the 50 on the Vistor's side, I might have been more mean to Bleskin than I should have been, as he threw interception, after interception, after interception. after interception, after interception.
Edit: Full disclosure, the idiot bobcat coaches probably should have taken Bleskin out 4 interceptions in, cuz he was fu*king hurt, but it just goes to show that bobcats simply tend to be really horrible people..
1. My years might be off, because I use my brain differently than most average bears, but I'm thinking 93ish. Last year Fat Dad got to f*cking tear one off on the microphone (before the NCAA said "home field advantage" isn't fair..). Pretty sure we were playing Nevada Reno, and they had that cunty center that wouldn't shut up, and liked to talk shit to the crowd. Fat Dad properly announcing Delvon Anderson as the MVP of that tournament, brings joyful tears to my eyes right now.
2. Come back game against SDSU Part Deux. I was at the Dickenson come back against them when it happened the first time, but I was too young to get it, if you know what I mean. Wasn't too young to get it, second time around. Anybody that was at that game knows, that place has never been louder.
3. When we came out with the "old school" colors (Kem I'll fight you) against the Cats.
3.2 Just to keep this thread on point. Here is where I might have been big boy drunk at a cat-griz game. Sitting on the rail on the 50 on the Vistor's side, I might have been more mean to Bleskin than I should have been, as he threw interception, after interception, after interception. after interception, after interception.
Edit: Full disclosure, the idiot bobcat coaches probably should have taken Bleskin out 4 interceptions in, cuz he was fu*king hurt, but it just goes to show that bobcats simply tend to be really horrible people..
argh! said:
Funny that you would mention that. The only other time I drove from AZ to Needles to Bakersfield, was in the early summer of 1970. With a Dartmouth friend going to work in Bay Area for summer. We had his sweet 4-4-2 (an Oldsmobile GTO) convertible, with huge zip. Were traveling from some big days of partying at our friend's cattle (and oil) ranch in Snyder, Texas. It was late at night. I was sleeping. I woke up to us being pulled over by an AZ cop. I heard my friends say he was sure he wasn't speeding, as we cruised down the interstate. The cop said, "Correct, but you were only going 40 mph."
We are listening to books on tape. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, On the Road by Kerouac, and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Read them many decades ago.
Ursa Major said:
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I used to cringe at the fact that I sent an email containing, “I apologize for the incontinence” in my early days. These days, I try to find ways to work it in as an accidental typo on purpose. Three more years, and I’m going to go with, “incompetence”, just to see what happens.
