Idiot columnist of the day

Dude's a defense attorney's dream. Need someone to defend senseless urban violence? Call Steigerwald to the stand. Could be a whole new career, because the columnist thing just isn't working out.

 

I had a different experience when I wound up in one of the bars next to Yankee Stadium in December. I was wearing a KC hat and some of the guys there apparently forgot it's been a few years since 1983.

 

Did they slather you with pine tar?

 

No, but they were sure to tell me what an asshole George Brett was. My Royals friends and I were outnumbered about 500 to 3, so we didn't say a whole lot. I'm sure my buddy whose dog is named GeorgeBrett wanted to though.

 

Sad to say that I've actually grown a little resentful toward sports as I get older.

 

Here's my Brett story.

I'm in Oakland at a Royals game in 1980, his MVP season. I'm standing behind the dugout and his brother, Ken is signing autographs. I'm six and I'm wearing a Brett jersey. After Ken signed my ball, I said, "Hey, can you send George over?"

Ken laughed and shook his head and then walked over to George, who was taking BP. He pointed me out to George who laughed and then came over and posed for a picture with me and signed my ball.

 

Was at an Indians game several rows behind the 1B dugout in either 1990 or 1991. Some Indians fans in the front row were heckling George Brett, who was playing 1B, the entire game.

About the third or fourth inning someone hit one near the dugout. Brett came over and wound up with the ball after it bounced up against the wall. He pretended to throw it to the guys who had been on him the entire game. But he stopped short, then held the ball up in front of him with the biggest shit-eating grin you ever saw. Then he ran back to first base.

Those guys didn't say a word the rest of the game.

 

Reminds me of a time when I was a sophomore in high school, a buddy and I were bored on a Saturday night so we drove down to the University of Tulsa to watch TU play Hawaii when Timmy Chang was the QB. It was like the first or second year Kragthorpe took over the program, so no students were used to the Hurricane winning so we were able to sit front row of the student section no problem. TU pulled what was, at the time, a decent upset and my friend and I were on Chang the entire game. Finally during a time out late in the game there was a Gatorade cooler sitting in front of us on the sidelines. Chang got a drink and we were yelling at him, "Hey Timmy, can we have a drink?" He replies, "yea, no problem" and poured us both a cup.

We felt like the biggest asses ever, but did make me respect the guy even more.

I know people say college is where you do all of your crazy crap, but man college seemed mellow compared to HS.

 

And here's George Brett's George Brett story:

"When's the last time you shit your pants? I'm good for that, like, twice a year."

 

Threads like this are one of the main reasons I read this board.

 

I'm a Cleveland guy. That is hilarious and sounds exactly like something that would happen their in the early 90s.

 

The paper responds in an editorial.

http://www.observer-reporter.com/OR/Story/04-13-2011_column-firestorm