Howard stern fans - sour gary
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I had the chance to go to one of the idiotic “killers of comedy shows” back in like maybe 08-09. Had a friend who knew the guy who drove Artie around. He said if you want to get messed up... how true it was
I didn’t go.
Watching artie’s fall has been my black tar heroin: it’s so unbelievable and sad yet satisfying in the stern disposition
I didn’t go.
Watching artie’s fall has been my black tar heroin: it’s so unbelievable and sad yet satisfying in the stern disposition
you shoulda gone. those shows were fun and funny. plus the post show parties were beyond crazy sometimes.
I cut my e-teeth on SFN, got to know a bunch of guys around the show well, did the roundtable a few times, etc.
here's a story I recently posted on another board you may enjoy:
when I lived in the city I played softball in a mens league in central park. on the team was a good phriend (who I met through SFN and he lurks here from time to time) who was even deeper in the stern world than I was (did the old superfan roundtable show 3X more than I did, etc.)
anyhow, high pitch used to come to out games often and he wanted to play. the rules stated that if you came up to bat not wearing a team shirt, automatic and immediate out. none of us were going to let Erik wear our shirt cause, while he actually is a very nice guy, he is gross. solution was we let him catch the bottom of the last inning when we were the home team.
often, players on the other team would recognize him and that was true this day. bottom of the last, we are up by 2 and they have the bases loaded. batter hits a scorcher to right field and our RF fires a bullet home, but up the line a little bit. as the tying run was halfway home, high pitch moves up the line, gets the ball and makes a gorgeous, and I do mean gorgeous, diving sweep tag to get the runner about 3 feet from home.
The runner just lays there because the only worse than being tagged out at home is being tagged out at home by high pitch.
As we are crossing CPW to hit a bar and grab victory drinks, high turns to me and yells in that high pitch voice "hey Shark, did you see that play? I play just like Jorge Posada! TOUGH AS NAILS!!!" I doubled over laughing so hard I just missed getting hit by 2 cabs.
True story
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I cut my e-teeth on SFN, got to know a bunch of guys around the show well, did the roundtable a few times, etc.
here's a story I recently posted on another board you may enjoy:
when I lived in the city I played softball in a mens league in central park. on the team was a good phriend (who I met through SFN and he lurks here from time to time) who was even deeper in the stern world than I was (did the old superfan roundtable show 3X more than I did, etc.)
anyhow, high pitch used to come to out games often and he wanted to play. the rules stated that if you came up to bat not wearing a team shirt, automatic and immediate out. none of us were going to let Erik wear our shirt cause, while he actually is a very nice guy, he is gross. solution was we let him catch the bottom of the last inning when we were the home team.
often, players on the other team would recognize him and that was true this day. bottom of the last, we are up by 2 and they have the bases loaded. batter hits a scorcher to right field and our RF fires a bullet home, but up the line a little bit. as the tying run was halfway home, high pitch moves up the line, gets the ball and makes a gorgeous, and I do mean gorgeous, diving sweep tag to get the runner about 3 feet from home.
The runner just lays there because the only worse than being tagged out at home is being tagged out at home by high pitch.
As we are crossing CPW to hit a bar and grab victory drinks, high turns to me and yells in that high pitch voice "hey Shark, did you see that play? I play just like Jorge Posada! TOUGH AS NAILS!!!" I doubled over laughing so hard I just missed getting hit by 2 cabs.
True story
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you shoulda gone. those shows were fun and funny. plus the post show parties were beyond crazy sometimes.
I cut my e-teeth on SFN, got to know a bunch of guys around the show well, did the roundtable a few times, etc.
here's a story I recently posted on another board you may enjoy:
when I lived in the city I played softball in a mens league in central park. on the team was a good phriend (who I met through SFN and he lurks here from time to time) who was even deeper in the stern world than I was (did the old superfan roundtable show 3X more than I did, etc.)
anyhow, high pitch used to come to out games often and he wanted to play. the rules stated that if you came up to bat not wearing a team shirt, automatic and immediate out. none of us were going to let Erik wear our shirt cause, while he actually is a very nice guy, he is gross. solution was we let him catch the bottom of the last inning when we were the home team.
often, players on the other team would recognize him and that was true this day. bottom of the last, we are up by 2 and they have the bases loaded. batter hits a scorcher to right field and our RF fires a bullet home, but up the line a little bit. as the tying run was halfway home, high pitch moves up the line, gets the ball and makes a gorgeous, and I do mean gorgeous, diving sweep tag to get the runner about 3 feet from home.
The runner just lays there because the only worse than being tagged out at home is being tagged out at home by high pitch.
As we are crossing CPW to hit a bar and grab victory drinks, high turns to me and yells in that high pitch voice "hey Shark, did you see that play? I play just like Jorge Posada! TOUGH AS NAILS!!!" I doubled over laughing so hard I just missed getting hit by 2 cabs.
True story
gif confirmation:
I cut my e-teeth on SFN, got to know a bunch of guys around the show well, did the roundtable a few times, etc.
here's a story I recently posted on another board you may enjoy:
when I lived in the city I played softball in a mens league in central park. on the team was a good phriend (who I met through SFN and he lurks here from time to time) who was even deeper in the stern world than I was (did the old superfan roundtable show 3X more than I did, etc.)
anyhow, high pitch used to come to out games often and he wanted to play. the rules stated that if you came up to bat not wearing a team shirt, automatic and immediate out. none of us were going to let Erik wear our shirt cause, while he actually is a very nice guy, he is gross. solution was we let him catch the bottom of the last inning when we were the home team.
often, players on the other team would recognize him and that was true this day. bottom of the last, we are up by 2 and they have the bases loaded. batter hits a scorcher to right field and our RF fires a bullet home, but up the line a little bit. as the tying run was halfway home, high pitch moves up the line, gets the ball and makes a gorgeous, and I do mean gorgeous, diving sweep tag to get the runner about 3 feet from home.
The runner just lays there because the only worse than being tagged out at home is being tagged out at home by high pitch.
As we are crossing CPW to hit a bar and grab victory drinks, high turns to me and yells in that high pitch voice "hey Shark, did you see that play? I play just like Jorge Posada! TOUGH AS NAILS!!!" I doubled over laughing so hard I just missed getting hit by 2 cabs.
True story
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I'll tell you what I told Danny Bonedouchebag after the Rev Bob Fight when I talked him down from kicking HPE's azz. He's genuinely a very nice guy, and I never wanted to know that because I used to love to hate on him.
The night of Artie at Carnegie we had a group dinner beforehand. When the bill came Erik actually reached in his pocket and paid for his own meal. He also ate all the bread for a table of 16...twice.
related: when I lived on the corner of 63/3, EEO used to jog in the neighborhood all the time. I wouldn't smoke in the apt but instead on the fire escape outside the kitchen window, right next to the fridge, so I could reach inside from the "porch" When I saw him running up from 2nd Ave I'd grab a couple of eggs and let fly from above and watch that freak show flat out freak out screaming at everyone, while I watched from above. giggling to myself like a moron...riiiiiight????
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