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Into the wormhole, Twilight Zone-ish, etc. etc. The Argyled One finds my handle funny, and has now vowed to never wear argyle again.
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My Twitter feed was buzzing, as you can imagine. My night turned right upside down, and it was a happy few hours, that's for sure.
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Oh, and I know the story Bill.
Hahaha that made my night better even if the Dodgers did lose.
ReplyDeleteAwesome, really awesome !
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha! Your big time now. He digs the name!
ReplyDeleteDude - way to live your life !
ReplyDeletefascinating !
maybe i should get a handle like "lasorda, thy sweater is stretched out"
That is pretty cool.
ReplyDeleteI had my own brief brush with Plaschke a few years ago in New Orleans. It was during the playoffs and the Saints were in the NFC championship game. I like to eat breakfast in this wonderful little hole in the wall (literally, you had to walk through an alley and a bar to get to it). Well, somehow, Bill Plaschke also knew about this joint and there he was one morning, reading the paper and eating his eggs and grits. I recognized him right away but left him alone. Another group of kids did not an seemingly ruined his breakfast by talking to him through the whole thing. Kids, when a man doesn't look up from his paper to speak to you, he just wants to be left alone. I felt bad for him that day. That may have been the first time ever.
#TwitterWin
ReplyDeletehaha, thanks guys!
ReplyDelete'twas a fun night and fun post to write.
Oscar- Do it! That blog name is insanely funny!
jacobmrley- awesome story man, love it!
Eric- #Winning, indeed.
That's funny. You should tweet Woody Page and see if you can get him to bring it up on the show.
ReplyDeletehaha, already Tweeted Reali Eric.
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