Faked being sick, cut school, walked home from the bus stop, turned on the tv and felt guilty after seeing Walter Cronkite report that Kennedy had died.
I saw the Midnight Express in either Anderson or Greenwood in 1986. I was buying beer at the store across the street from the auditorium when Bobby Eaton walked in wearing his tights and all sweaty. He bought a twelve pack and I said "Beautiful Bobby, you gonna share that beer with Loverboy Dennis? He said "F@!# him, he can buy his own damn beer!". As I was leaving, the guy running the store asked him "Are you one of those wrestlers?" As if it was normal for a shirtless, sweaty guy with a bleached-blonde mullet wearing tights with rocket ships and boots to walk in to his establishment.
That’s good stuff. I remember USC having a horrible game against Clemson when I was a student and a few guys got into a scuffle under the basket. For a brief second I considered running on the court. Went from the 4th to front row pretty quick. I probably would’ve been beaten to a pulp had I actually went out there.I saw Digger Phelps there. Coaching the Irish against us. Coaching. And I was a USC student.
Just finished lunch at Mossy Oaks Elementary School.