How did this happen? Two postings in three days? Even bigger, two Entourage members in three days. Amazing.
As you can see by the incredible photo-shopped picture above, Marty Frey is the next member of the posse. I know that I have not given the nomination of Weiser too much room to breathe, but now is not the time to breathe. Weiser and Marty in three days is two pretty good selections if you ask me. It is kinda like the all you can eat buffet at a Chinese resteraunt. You know that fifths is a bad idea, but man, it is that Kung Pao is sooo good.
I first met Marty when I moved to the promised land, Green Bay Wisconsin. Marty was the front man for promotions for WGBA and their news start up. Marty was the man who used to be the calming force of Chris from Green Bay. On days where THE MAN was pushing me down, or some stupid reporter did something stupid. Marty was there. He would join me in the NBC26 commissary (a silver Ford Escort), and we would talk it out. By the end of my sammich and Funyuns, all was good.
Marty was also a founder of the poker club in GB. I still think fondly on those nights when we would be in the Garage drinking beer, smoking cigars, listening to our theme song Asshole on the juke, and playing cards. Hell, Marty is the dude who uttered the immortal words, "I ain't no queer or nuthin', but I would fuck that Dee Snider in the ass." Classic. At that point beer, food, spit, and laughter shot out of mouths and noses. Epic. I believe that photo on the left is shortly after that moment.
Marty almost killed me once. True story. Shooting a commercial in Wisconsin. He had a nice brush pile going on his sisters place and we were going to burn it for 'dramatic effect'. So as it goes when brilliant minds get together, we decided to fuel it up with a nice five gallon pail of unleaded. Guess who the brilliant guy was that lit the fire? Yup, when it went up the fire ran along the ground about 2 or 3 feet behind me. As Marty said, he ain't never seen me move that fast. Here are the commercials...
Hell, look at the 'Things we discuss" list on the right. Look how many times Marty is mentioned. 56 freaking times. Just below the Stanley Cup and just above the viqueens suck. Marty is a TT legend. He was also along on the epic trip to Lambeau field and the NFC Championship in 2007. Epic weekend of drinking and football.
I guess I could go on and on about the dude, who is the only dude I know who has been to a party at the Playboy Mansion, but I will just turn it over to him and let him drop some knowledge on us...
As I stood in the wings of The Jay Leno Show last night - the final show, by the way - I thought that it was a perfect analogy of what I will bring to the "Peterson Posse". The Stars come and go - they shine for a while and then fade just as quickly... But I was there at the beginning - there for the highs and lows - and still there at the end to mop up the mess and start again somewhere else.
The balancing force that is needed in a posse of such dimensions and personal diversity. I'm there to tell the rest of the idiots the "real way" that the world works and the first one to say "screw it - let's get the hell out of here and grab a beer somewhere"... But also the guy who is the quiet and subversive practical joker - OK, maybe not the quiet part - but definitely devious.
So - in the immortal words of Groucho Marx - "I never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me as a member" - I humbly accept my inclusion into the Peterson Posse, while reserving the right to bitch about how stupid everyone else is and take off on a tangent anytime I damn well please.
There - hows that? Don't like it. I don't care.
Marty
So we now have four members of our crew named. Who will be next? Blashill? Venckus? Doroshenko? Your guess is as good as mine. Stay tuned and maybe I will name them before the year 2020. Yeah, that's gonna happen.
Okay, that is all I got for today. I will drop something else soon. I am also working on that series on the former Green Bay Gamblers and what they are up to. Now, GET BACK TO WORK!!
Why may you ask am I smoking that Cuban cigar? Well, I have always wanted to try smoking a cigar I just was too chicken to try it because I figured I would do it wrong and puke. In fact when the boys would get together in Green Bay and play a friendly game of poker in my garage, cigars were always present. As you can see in the pic to the right the Nordic Man has one blazing. I wanted to try so bad but never pulled the trigger. Well, that ended Saturday when after the Ric Flair evening, I decided to give it a go as in celebration of the big moment. Yup, it lived up to the hype. Big time.
Let's go back to the start of my trip. I got on a plane in Regina around 9am on Friday. I was supposed to get on at 8:20 but the fog in Edmonton was holding us up. Once we got in the air and close to Edmonton the fog was still there. So I ended up flying in circles around E town for about an hour. Stupid Edmonton.
So I got in around 10 when I was supposed to be there by 8:30. I called up my boy, Blashill, and we got around 48 wings at Kelseys and went to work. It was like I never moved. We got all the gossip out and about just like old times. After that we went out to Rexall to get his new camera so I could be jealous. Then we stopped by the Eskimos locker room for a visit with Dwayne Mandrusiak, of the equipment managers for the Evil Empire Mandrusiaks. Dwayne is the dude who got me the Brett Faver auto'd football. He showed us the design for the new locker room, we told some stories, drank some beer, and called each other names. He could not believe that I came all the way to Edmonton for Ric Flair. He said, and I quote, "You are a bigger loser than I thought you were." Thank you Dwayne, I appreciate that.
I had a great first day in Edmonton, well almost. After living in Regina for over a year I can honestly say that Edmonton traffic sucks balls. When I lived there I hated traffic, but just because traffic sucks. BUT when you come back and are forced to sit in it after going anywhere in Regina only takes 15 minutes it REALLY SUCKS. Of course Blair called me a pussy and soft, as well he should have.
At this point I was still working out what I was going to say and wear to the big day. It truly was a big deal. I had decided that I was going to go with my Tragically Hip concert sweater from the In Between Evolution tour. Which I Marty later said it had wicked irony and not that irony that Alanis Morisette sings about. Cool. I was for sure going to do the four fingers up for the pic with Flair. Blair came up with the idea of pointing at the camera. He noticed that in a picture, his book, and on the DVD he is pointing at the camera. Nice job Blair, way to do your homework. I wish I would have thought of that. Truly original. No one else did that pose.
As for the question, still a bit up in the air. I really liked the question that McCoy gave me. Thoughtful, interesting, and pretty original. I also was thinking about asking him about the Horsemen. What was his favorite line up. Or maybe what is his all star line up? I also was thinking I might ask him to run a promo on me. Tell me how much he was going to beat my ass. That would be awesome. Just depends on how much time we have with him.
So Blair and I had a great big breakfast at Humpty's so as to not be hungry on the big day. We also tried not to eat anything to gaseous so as not to have the Flair goofy look photo that Marty described so well. Of course Carey, Blair's wife gave us crap all morning for talking too much about it. She will pay. We headed over to the Myer Horowitz theater on the campus of the University of Alberta around 1:30 pm. The show was scheduled to start at 4 pm (doors at 3). At this point there was a meet and greet already going on in the theater for people who wanted only to meet the man. We bumped over to My Mac Dealer and picked up a few things then came back to hang out.
Now, I am going to say this as lightly as I can. Because of course, I was attending the same event as these guys. Wrestling fan is weird. There was some strange ones in attendance at this event. If you want to see the whole group of meet and greet photos CLICK HERE. I will just say, there are some 'interesting' cats. The best ones are on the last two pages of pictures. The guys in the rock show t shirts are crazy. Of course 'That Guy' was there. You know the one, the guy who wears the championship belt like he won it. I know, I have one too, I just don't wear it. There was also this guy who came up to me when he noticed that I had a VIP badge. He wasn't all there. He wanted to know if I would get his DVD signed for him. Me being the nice guy that I am, said okay. I immediately knew this was a mistake. I have been planning for weeks what I was going to say and do at this moment of glory and just before go time I let this a-hole throw me off my game. Way to go stupid. He was of course on of these guys who will not go away AND a close talker. Great, this is just getting better. Eventually I convinced him to get it himself by waiting by Ric's limo. Did I mention that we saw Ric arrive in his limo? Check the limo out... Needless to say I dodged a bullet there. I did not need this guys DVD throwing me off my game.
In what seemed like three hours later they opened the doors and we wandered into the theater to sit in our row two seats. It is almost show time and I am sooo geeked you can't even understand. I got my micro recorder ready to record the whole thing and I got a camera all ready to take some great pics. I went to London Drugs on Thursday and bought one of those new Nikon cameras that Ashton Kutcher is shilling. Oh did I mention that I am taking it back on Monday. Yup, use it for the weekend then take it back. I feel so dirty, like the dirtiest player in the game RIC FLAIR!!!
It is show time and the Nature Boy enters to the greatest theme music in all of wrestling and the crowd goes wild. You can see his entrance above along with some of his opening remarks. Blair recorded some of it on his camera. Oh, and if you want a CD of the show just drop me a line and I will burn you a copy. I will of course have a podcast of the weekend up soon.
Flair came out and spoke for a bit on several things then opened up the floor to questions for the rest of the show. Which I thought would be cool to ask a question but they made everyone wait in line along the back of the theater to ask your question. I paid for row two tickets so I did not feel like standing in the back of the theater for the show so I decided to wait and ask him in the meet and greet.
I do have a great story about the questions and answer time. PJ Stasko, of the camrose Staskos, was there. I did not see him before the show so I had no idea if he made it or not, until, I hear someone on the mic say in an extremely drunk slurring voice, "I would like to firssst give a shoutttd out to a good frrrriend of mine who is the biggessssst wrasslinnnnn' fan I know, Chris Peterssssson." I look over and it is PJ. Oh man, he is hammered. At this point there is an uncomfortable feeling settling over the theater. Flair was nice to this drunk man who then asked about "kisssssingggg girlzzzssss". Hilarious. PJ came over to our seats and gave me a cool Pilsner Beer stein that I proceeded to get autographed by Ric Flair. Sweeet. Nice job PJ. You drunk bastard.
Flair told some great stories about life on the road with the WWF and WCW and getting drunk with the boys. There was of course the times when some dude would ask flair a Chris Farley type question like, "Remember that time you beat up Dusty Rhodes? That was cool." and to Flair's credit he was respectful to everyone in the crowd.
At one point in the proceedings he was telling a story about Rowdy Roddy Piper and decided to call him up. So he then did. He put Roddy on the speaker phone and we all said hi to Roddy. Really cool the guy has the Rowdy Roddy on speed dial.
If you listen to the audio of the event you hear me laughing a lot. It was a really good time and well worth all the time I obsessed over it. But, it is not over yet. The meet and greet is right after the show and that is when the pressure really hits. I decide that Blair and I will wait an go at the end of the line so as to avoid the guy yelling because I am taking too long. Just before we go in for the meet and greet we see PJ again. He is out of his mind staggering drunk and just happy as all get out. He came over and gushed and gooned us again. Hilarious. After we left one of the people who was working the show told us that 'our friend just fell down the stairs on his way out'. Nice PJ, way to make an exit. He apparently walked it off. PJ rules.
We were instructed that we would only get 60 seconds with the Nature Boy and only can get two things signed. Whoa, that completely throws me for a loop. So Blair and I start our scheming on how to get around it. All the while I am getting nervous about the big event. Now I don't usually get nervous about things like this. After all I am the king of the Brush With Greatness photo. Actually Blashill is the king, I am just a knight. Anyway, I am getting nervous and this whole 60 seconds thing throws me off.
I decide to go ahead anyway. We get up there an Blair goes first. He had around 4 things to get signed and got them all signed. No problem. So much for the 'only two things' rule. Whew, I am next. I have been waiting to meet this guy for around 30 years and it is finally going to happen. Whew, sweating my ass off. Hope I don't smell too bad.
Here goes. I walk up to the table, plop down the belt and he grabs the poster to sign. I set down the recorder and he asks me what is that? I tell him it is a recorder so I can record this great moment for ever. He tells me he does not like those and turn it off. I apologize and then realize that he has just spent two hours talking, another three signing autographs so he is tired. I then opt out of the questions and just tell him that it is an honor to meet him and that I have been a huge fan for 30 years. He thanks me and tells me it is his honor to meet me and what is my name. I was at this point a bit in a daze so I did not answer him. He looks at me and says it again, 'what's your name man?'. Oh snap, wake up. I tell him and he signs the poster to Chris. He then signs the mug and the belt and we go for the pic. I had given my (temporarily) camera to one dude and he proceeds to take a completely crappy out of focus picture. Blairs pic was shitty also. Luckily for them, they paid a dude to take pics for all of us. That one (below) turned out great. This is exactly the situation that I was afraid of getting into. Coming all this distance and coming away with a picture that sucks. I was sooo happy that they paid a guy to take pics. I went as you can see with the four fingers up and I beleive that it does live up to the hype. I can frame this one and hang it with pride in my man cave. Plus I got that Pilsner mug plus a great story to go along with it. I am in the process of getting the belt hung on the wall also. Thank you PJ. Thank you Blair. Thank you Ric for a great evening.
I had my meet, it lived up to the hype, and we went out to celebrate with beers at BP's. Jordi Weidman, of the Stony Plain Weidmans, and Greg Donnelly of the Edmonton Donnelly's, came out also and we sat around and told stories, rousted drunks, and called each other names for a couple of hours. Great time had by all.
Thank you again TundraTalk Nation for helping me get through this with your advice. Really came up huge in my time of need. I will be putting the podcast together in the next few days so make sure you check back for that occasionally.
Okay, were back and this time with a legend from Green Bay. The Nordic Man takes his shot at TundraTalk the Podcast. As you know I am searching for the right guys to be in my posse. The Nordic One made the short list, not by his application (because his wife sent it in) but by his reputation. That's right, the Nordic One's rep precedes himself by about a mile.
So how did he do? Well you will just have to CLICK HERE and listen for yourself. Or if you want to click the link at the top you can do that also. What was discussed? Well we spoke on a few things. The most important topics were Lederhosen, Knockwurst, and Dee Snider. That's right, The Nordic One remembers the quote verbatim. Nice job.
Next up on the hot seat will be our first in person interview, Trev Doroshenko, of the Regina Doroshenkos. We will see if he can overcome the fact that he did not send in an application to be in. Who knows, maybe he will live the dream.
Okay, now I have to go to work and cover the worst thing ever. Soccer. I hate soccer. It is soooo not a sport. Maybe if I am lucky someone will score a goal. Probably not though.
The Nordic One(that is him on the left) decided to make a pre emptive strike on all of us who were giving him crap about his wife making his play to be in the Entourage. I now cannot wait to hear what he has to say in the podcast. Nice Job, and nice strategy oh great Nordic One. May we all relish in your spendor(nothing gay about that statement. Not that there is anything wrong with that). Take it away big man...
I have been listening to your podcasts and here is my response to thosethat think I did not apply or only let my wife email. OK. Just to let you know. I did reply to Chris' call for applicants.My wife just happened to put her 2 cents in as well to show her supportfor me being in the posse. That is the one the email Chris posted. Notmy fault. These are my short list as to why I belong! 1) I was in the posse when we gathered to play poker on a weeklybasis. 2) My favorite pastime is fighting fires. 3) I am able to do my "DAY" job in my underwear. 4) I am your best hookup for all things GRB/WI. 5) My kids ROCK! 6) As for telling you the way it is? Go ahead and ask. But youbetter be ready for the Gods honest truth. 7) And if you don't love the USA and all the ideals it stands for?Kiss my ASS! (note: that I did not specify a party. It is the Idealsthat we stand for. Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happyness) Darrell Lucht
Rock on Nordic man and good luck in the podcast this week.
Above you will see some video. That video was shot by none other than Marty Frey, of the Hollywierd Freys. He, of course, lives in canyon country California. He is another of those transplants who work in the city but live outside the city. NOW WAIT A SECOND AL GORE!!! He is not one of those a holes who contribute to the smog in the city, he rides the LRT in to work every day. Get off your soap box.
Anyway the video in question was shot from his back yard. Nice Marty, the world is burning and all you do is sit back and sip a ice cold Tie Dye. What, you couldn't run over and open up a tap on a hose and put that bad boy out? I spoke to him yesterday and he said that the Santa Ana winds were blowing away from his house so he just waited it out. That is one of the things that I always liked about Marty, calm under fire. This time it was literally FIRE. Nice. He told me that he just sat there and watched the houses blow up. Quite a show.
I personally think that this whole fire thing is a conspriacy theory. After all they just shot all that footage on a lot in Hollywood. Just like the moon landing, all this fire is just one big movie sponsored by the government.
No, really, Marty is right in the middle of the shit. He gave me some LINKS to CLICK , to see fire INFO. Just click on the links and see for yourself what the hell is going on.
Marty sent me four clips, only two I could read so here is the second of the clips from his back yard. I have been to his back yard, I have played drunken poker in his back yard, that my friends is a great back yard. Poker on a Green Bay Packers green and gold poker table. Nice.
Have a great day, and I hope your house does not burn Marty, or anyone else for that matter.
I am working the rest of the week on the Gemini awards show here in Regina, so I may have a few brush with greatness photos to share. The Gemini awards is Canadas version of the Emmys. Nice. We will see who and what shows up for the show. Wish me luck.
After the lovely dinner we retired to the authentic Green Bay Packer Poker Table. Marty made it himself, and is quite proud of it I might add.
Invited to the game was Sergio and I. Marty has quite the eclectic group of guys who live in his neighborhood. Mike is a math teacher. He is in the blue shirt. Mitchito Sanchez, who is wearing black. He is a studio musician who has played with the likes of Don Henley and the Eagles and Gloria Estevan. Rob, who is in the denim shirt, is a homicide detective for the LAPD. He was the lead investigator on the Beretta trial, Robert Blake. Don't ask him about it. And on the end of the table Larry. He is an electritian for the city of LA, and he was quite drunk.
Nice group of guys. We had way too much fun and way too much to drink. Larry did not make it home without making a repainting the fence. You do the math, or let the Math guy do it for you. I broke even, Sergio who has not played much poker went home lighter but played very well. Marty, as usual when I am playing poker whipped my ass. Oh well, He only gets to do it every seven years now. Wow, seven years since the last time I saw Marty. Way too long.
I highly recommend going to see Marty when you are in the LA area. Even when he is drunk.
Hello and welcome to a little love on a friday. This week I will be discussing one of my favorite sections from the old Dave show back on NBC. He had a segment called 'Brush with greatness' where Dave went into the crowd and had people tell stories about meeting clebrities. Usually the stories were pretty tame, BUT then Daves writers would add a 'writers embellishment' and make the story really crazy.
But before I get on to that, I will take care of the mail. First up, Daryl Marquardt, who now works in the Mad City. Madison Wisconsin. He was not impressed with the memories that last week brought back....
Chief of WGBA 26. The finest total group of shooters I have worked with.
"Thanks for the link to your blog. I was feeling lost over the last year without my love on Fridays. My life is now complete and happy. Thank you for pulling me out of the doldrums that is life in the big city of Madison.
I was there the night of the "Dee Snyder" proclamation. It was late; many Lienies were now lying empty on the floor. And I never walked in front of Marty again. (always beside or behind) The poker was just a diversion. A reason to get together, face to face, and say what came into our heads. As the nights grew later the tales grew longer and wilder. All was forgotten in the morning. At least they were supposed to be forgotten until some Canadian ex-patriot brings up Dee Snyder and it all comes rushing back. Thanks Chris, I could have done without that image in my already failing memory.
Unfortunately, my poker life is a thing of the past. It is something I am trying to revive as we just bought a house that has a full bar that would make Marty jealous. Brass foot rail and all. I am enclosing a pic of what the current owners have done with the space. I have some great plans for it though that you will have to see the next time you are in Madison. (the house is in the Town of Bristol just North of Sun Prairie which is just North of Madison)
Anyway, good to hear from the friends to the North!
Here is his bar. NICE. Just when I thought I had a nice bar....New idea. Send me pics of your bar/entertainment room.
Next up Mark Boden. He took offence to the sucked ass comment. Really? Why?
Me and Mark Boden at Summerfest
"Chris,
I am honored to be a part of hte weekly blog. Sucked ass? You must still be bitter of all the big pots I took in our penny ante games. Between the sheets is still the greatest. Nothing like Ace, ace, ace. See ya.
Boden"
No Mark, Between the Sheets game always gave me a chance to hit the can, or go and get more beer. That game sucked ass.
Next, a guy I have never played poker with, I think. James Grandy. I don't have a pic of his ugly ass...
"I "pity da fool" (that was mr T,right) that dont like poker...you nailed it pete. After a few days in vegas last week and witnessing a guy at my blackjack table drop 5g's in a mater of 2 minutes..ya realize poker for dimes and quarters is as good as it gets....we can act like rude "big players" and still have enough cash for a slurpee on the way home....(if the cab driver will stop)
and if it makes ya feel better...its snowing here right now (not much) hope you got your cds alright and i cant wait until football season and you have to report on your packers weekly in the blog. (they are really gonna blow this year...thanks for the UofW DE)
Grandy"
Dude, don't get me started on the Pack, yet. I have a lot to say, and that DE was supposed to go Green and Gold, not braids and purple. He'll never get a ring.
So let's get started. I am posting some pics for you. Me with people who are "famous". I will give you the real story, and what I want you to do is be Dave's writers and embellish stories for me and I will put it up next week. I will give you an example from a pic I sent Marty last week and he took the time to embellish a funny story.
Here is a pic from WGBA of Me Joel Witte and Andy Konkle. We OBVIOUSLY are discussing the finer points of getting the shot and how to do our job better. Right? Not according to Marty.....
Chris: "Hey I just got 3 pasties from that store on the corner next to Bernies Liquor"
Andy K: "Wow - that beats the hell out of the Wendy's double double that I just scored" "Let's eat in Joel's car, he's got better seating for big ass guys like us than those damn Ford Escorts"...
See how it works? Okay let's get at it....
First up here I am with The Rock. He obviously really is excited to be standing next to me. I did a story on him about 3 months before he became the champ.
If you look close you can see me behind Gizmo Williams here on the cover of the Edmonton Sun. This was Gizmo's last game at Commonfilth Stadium as an Eskimo. The people of Edmonton Love this guy.
Me and Dweezil Zappa. Yes Dweezil. He was in town for a concert. I have a guitar signed by him.
Me and the San Diego Chicken. This was taken at Keith Murphy's Stag. I obviously have had a few tasty beverages.
I had the opportunity to be in the prescence of the World Heavyweight Championship Belt. Oh the guy who currently held in the back was Chris Benoit. He was at City Hall for "Chris Benoit Day" in Edmonton. The Mayor is an idiot.
Okay, you may not recognize this guy. That was me in the forest service trying to act tough. Someday that guy in the picture will be about 260 and in Canada.
Me and my favorite pastime. Brats and the Pack. Mmmmmm Brats.
This is Me at Murphy's show getting my head shaved after a bet that the Pack would go undefeated. I lost the bet, thus I lost my hair.
Okay another one from the paper. That is the flying Elvi in the front, and yes in the back that is me, well, leaning on my camera. Okay let me have it.
Me and the Foo Fighters. Okay, I am now just showing off.
That is me in the monkey face on the set of the Don Beebe show. The guy on the right is some makeup guy who worked on some of the Freddie movies. Don (left) did not want to do the make up thing because he did not want to take crap in the Packer locker room so the put the monkey face on, well, the monkey. That was a pain to take off.
Okay, last but not least. Me with uh, er, well, yeah, Debbie Gibson. That's right Debbie gibson. She also signed a well, uh, video that I, well, uh er, own. Okay I am a loser, and she basically said that to me. I hate her.
Okay, get to it. I know you have some funny things to say. I am going to write some myself. Send them to me and I will post them over the next few weeks. Have a good day.
At football practice the other night, a kid announced that he is having a poker party at his house. It hit me at that point that the popularity of poker has become something that is starting to bother me. Now let me explain why. I found the pic above as I was digging throgh my archives the other day and I realized that truly Marty, Hauser, Nordic Man, and I are trendsetters. We would just put the call out, move the juke and the poker table to the garage and get a game on. That is another thing I truly miss about Wisconsin is the Garage parties. As I write this now, it is snowing. Really. Sometimes I wonder truly how crazy I am to live in Canada. Anyway, those games would always end way too late with someone saying something stupid and losing a big pot. I will always remember those games. The whole world and all my problems just faded away...along with all my change.
And it started even before that for me. Back in 1994 or 95 Don Schmith and Mr. Jay Villwock got a friendly floating game going on Thursday nights in Dead Moines. Which still goes on to this day weekly I hear. I am dissappointed that we do not have any pics from these games. It truly became what we looked forward to every week. There were some guys who came just to hang out. Murphy came to just be cool like us. Cal 'Morning' Wood always had one more card to beat you. Bastard. Scmithy's quiet cool at the table annoyed me. I liked to yell and swear at the table. No, really? Yeah. Great games. Mark Boden sucked ass always though.
Even, when I was in the Forest Service back in 1987 we would have a game at least every other week. So Poker for me has been a part of my life for a long time. It is just too bad I still suck at it. You would think I would have learned something over the years.
I have had a few games up here since I have been here. Good games except that bastard Robbie Macannally (in the middle) is that guy who always has one or two cards to beat my hand. We had a game at Strike Headquarters during the strike. Robbie came to that game. Here is Rob, a guy who is not on strike, taking all these guys money who have no money to lose. Cutthrought. Rob did buy pizza for everyone. I guess that makes up for it.
I am truly in a slump. Sandy Muldrew (front) is also a good card player. Jordi (back) also fancys himself as a card shark. I am not so sure about that. We don't play as much up here, mostly because I am too lazy to drive accross town to play or too busy to call one. Blair has a floating game going on a regular basis, but it is a bit too serious for me. I can't afford the stakes.
Really what I believe the game was about for us was a chance to get together with the boys, shoot the sh*t, have a few tasty beverages (and at Marty's place little smokeys), and just play cards. NO WILD CARDS. Missonary poker, as the boys called it, was my game of choice. Meaning just play with what is dealt you. Baseball BLOWS. Then we would get an occasional game of table hockey going while someone would make a trip to the can. Hauser could put it on the shelf and it drove me crazy.
Check out this pic of Marty late in a game at my place in Green Bay. Daryl M looks like he had had WAY too many. I believe that this was the game where Marty uttered those infamous words "I'm no queer or nothing, but I would fu*k Dee Snider in the ass..." Now, before you lay judgement on Marty let's think about it. 'We're not gonna take it' had just played on the Juke, and Marty had REALLY had one to many Leinies. Imagine us just minding our own business, playing cards, humming along to the song, and he drops this on us. Beer comes out of my nose. It was one of those lines that will forever remain in infamy. Let's hear from Marty and what he says about the event and in general his poker experience....He recently sent me an article on Dee Snider and it sparked this conversation...
"I was laughing when I read the Dee Snider thing too... I still don't know how much I had to drink when I made that statement, but I remember that Hauser couldn't play for like a half-hour because he was laughing so hard..
I built a room in my house that looks like a '50s diner with my juke box and beer fridge and I still get to play poker about once a month with some Wisconsin ex-patriots that nearby...
Rob Bub - an LA homicide detective from Glendale, WI Pat Hanson - Set designer for The West Wing from Crivitz Mitch Sanchez - Percussionist for Stevie Nicks from Racine Paul McKinnon - His wife is the unit Publicist for Days of our Lives - from Milwaukee
We drink beer, smoke cigars talk/complain about the Packers and generally act like idiots while playing poker for nickels, dimes and quarters.
But nothing compares to the semi-regular games we used to play where men were men, we played poker with no more than 2 wild cards, bathroom breaks were kept to a minimum and Dee Snider got it right up the a**."
Wow that is quite a list of whos who. Marty truly has status. The guys I play with are camera guys and guys who work for a living. Sounds like a good game though. I wonder how the Dee Snider remark would play with those guys? With me up here I am the only one who talks about the Pack. Boy do they have problems. Let's not get started on that....yet.
So all you poker wanna bees better recognize that me and the boys have known for a long time ,what you discovered in the last few months. Poker is a great game. They have one thing wrong though. These newbees like to play texas hold 'em for big bucks, we played for change. It ain't about the money, it's about the social event. The BS, running smak, bitching about the Pack, drinking tasty beverages, and sometimes about "Fu**ing Dee Snider in the ass". You better recognize! Can I get a witness?
Anyway, so much for the rant about poker. Maybe I will have to put a game together here soon. I think I will wait till the snow goes away. Canada.
So as I was going thru my archive of photos I noticed that I had a lot of pics with 'famous' people. Now famous to me is different than the actual definition of famous. I won't go too far on this because this is the teaser for next week......
How did this happen? Two postings in three days? Even bigger, two Entourage members in three days. Amazing.
would be in the Garage drinking beer, smoking cigars, listening to our theme song Asshole on the juke, and playing cards. Hell, Marty is the dude who uttered the immortal words, "I ain't no queer or nuthin', but I 
would fuck that Dee Snider in the ass." Classic. At that point beer, food, spit, and laughter shot out of mouths and noses. Epic. I believe that photo on the left is shortly after that moment.
legend. He was also along on the epic trip to Lambeau field and the NFC Championship in 2007. Epic weekend of drinking and football.
