My favorite quote about Pete Johnson came from the Bengals' Harvard-educated punter Pat McInally. Pat discussed Pete's prowess on the basketball court, specifically, his ability to dunk. I quote from memory:
"Pete could dunk. Absolutely. It was like watching a building jump."
When Pete took the ladies out for pizza he would always slip the gorilla a $20 bill to play this before heading back to The Cisco Kid in the parking lot.
God this makes me feel old. As a Bengals fan I remember Pete Johnson who was on the team that played in Super Bowl XVI. Johnson was later traded to San Diego for James Brooks who played a critical role on the team that lost Super Bowl XXIII. And the suburban pizza chain referred to in the story is Showbiz Pizza Palance, the main competitor to Chuck E. Cheese. Actually Showbiz ended up buying Chuck E. Cheese once it went bankrupt but assumed the Chuck E. Cheese name and branding. Those establishments were a bigger deal back then when video arcades were popular because the games were of superior quality to what you could get on your Atari 7800 or NES.
I miss the days when a sportswriter agreed to leave out the one detail that explains pretty much everything about his subject. It's called ethics, my friends.
@The New No. 2: I gotta disagree. I really enjoyed that shade of purple.
"He sang tenor selections from Brigadoon in the clubhouse shower. He liked to ride bareback on a stallion named Black Sea. He tooled around in a customized van that he called The Cisco Kid, which was was tricked out as a sort of rolling early-'80s fuckpad: floor-to-ceiling shag carpeting, a refrigerator, a stereo, a TV and a six-bottle wine rack next to the bed. He was a flake of the first order."
If that were my eulogy, I'd be...well, I'd be dead. But I'd be dead....and loving it!
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"Pete could dunk. Absolutely. It was like watching a building jump."
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That 2-year-old grew up to be Charles Rogers.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b90Cf6ARscc&feature=related
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A great story.
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"Once I interviewed this football player. He was kind of a flake and I later found out he smoked a lot of weed. The End."
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"He sang tenor selections from Brigadoon in the clubhouse shower. He liked to ride bareback on a stallion named Black Sea. He tooled around in a customized van that he called The Cisco Kid, which was was tricked out as a sort of rolling early-'80s fuckpad: floor-to-ceiling shag carpeting, a refrigerator, a stereo, a TV and a six-bottle wine rack next to the bed. He was a flake of the first order."
If that were my eulogy, I'd be...well, I'd be dead. But I'd be dead....and loving it!
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Wow, this is just like that time I swallowed a hand full of black beauties and crashed that kid's birthday party at the Memphis Chuck E Cheese.
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That's a cruel thing to do to a man on weed, Franz.
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What a coincidence - that's the same way I got the nickname "Freezer Balls".
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