Six Inches from Being Steve Bartman
Today I had to make my usual Sunday morning run to the hardware store to get ... something or other, I can't remember. Anyway, as I was leaving, I looked behind be, saw no one there, and started backing up. I have one of those backup warning thingies that been when you are about to hit something, and suddenly the things starts screaming at me, and I jam on the brakes. There, cutting behind my car, is Randy Johnson, Diamondbacks pitcher and 27-time Cy Young winner. I seem to have missed his knee by about 6 inches. Gulp.
By the way, if you think Johnson looks creepy on the mound, you should see him flashing a searing FU look. This event effectively adds to my long history as scourge-to-the-stars, wherein I have stepped on Raul Julia's foot, spilled a big Gulp size diet coke on Brook Shields, added a big ink stain to Farrah Fawcett's blouse, hit Martina Navratilova in the face with a revolving door, and, uh, others I might share if my mom did not read this blog.
Posted on January 6, 2008 at 07:46 PM | Permalink
This is my favorite blog post ever.
Posted by: Dan | Jan 6, 2008 8:23:13 PM
And, to add to the comment directly above mine... who the fuck cares?
I've 'almost' backed into people in a parking lot, too. I've almost been 'backed into' in parking lots, too.
I'm pretty sure I flashed them an FU look, too. I'm sure I've flashed an FU look to people I've almost backed into, too. I mean, really, didn't they see that I was backing out? There was no other way to avoid me other than charging in front of a two ton vehicle and hoping the operator sees me?
So, IOW, the cult of celebrity sucks.
Posted by: Streaker | Jan 6, 2008 9:54:59 PM
Ah, come on. My brain doesn't comprehend 50% of your blogs. Give me some dirt I can understand and enjoy!
Posted by: Barbara Meyer | Jan 7, 2008 9:59:16 AM
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