Both Mike Milbury and Chris Ford lived in my hometown in the early '90s. They once organized a fundraiser where literally every single Bruin and Celtic signed autographs for hours. We got Polaroids with Parish and McHale (who my brother claims said, "Don't be shy, I don't bite."), but the only thing that I can find…
Ha. That was sixth grade, I believe. '94 or '95.
"PUHPUH" was indeed my great grandpa's nickname. (Also acceptable: PUPPER.) I also loved Pupper Gino's pizza when it was "hut" out of the oven.
Gefilte fish. Like cat food, but less flavorful.
And who would lead this group of superhuman athletes? Dr. Charles Xavier would be the best fucking player's coach on the planet. William Stryker would work, too, if, like most big-time football programs, you want a manipulative sadist at the helm. If you go with the latter, expect Nike to quickly debut its Pro Combat… Read more
"Are you not entertained?"
Somehow, that made me gasp louder than Kevin Ware's injury did.