Yes, as I told a drunk Cleveland Indian who was hitting on me at the Hilton in Anaheim a few years back: "I don't do married, I don't do American League and I sure as hell don't do designated hitters."
Whoa.
Made. of. SNAP.
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Yes, as I told a drunk Cleveland Indian who was hitting on me at the Hilton in Anaheim a few years back: "I don't do married, I don't do American League and I sure as hell don't do designated hitters."
Whoa.
Made. of. SNAP.
Javachick is my hero.
The funniest part was when I returned home and told my friend Robyn and she was like "Travis Hafner?? But he's hitting like .340!" or something. And I was like "he struck out that night."
Hurrah!
Indeed. In honor of the Buffistas I think we'll name it The Zeppo.
I'm trying to decide what to make for party on Saturday.
Food, yes. I want it to be very grazing type foods. I'm trying to decide if brisket or pulled pork that people can make little sandwiches of would be a good idea.
Going back to the Superstar talk:
I was an usher for that show--at the Chicago Theatre, right? It also had Dennis DeYoung (from Styx) as Pontius Pilate. Neely couldn't quite hit the high notes even then; I hate to think what he sounds like now.
I worked on the booking of that tour.
The tour I'm talking about was mostly playing University towns and similar size venues. It was a 1-2 truck show playing 1-2 night stands, so probably a little smaller scale than what you saw.
I think I worked on the booking of that one too.
We did an Equity tour and a Non-Equity tour and, IIRC, a "you got an 8 by 10 space we can all squeeze into?" tour.
At some point, I think Neely got so used to playing Jesus, he became Jesus 24/7. When I met him in NYC, I thought he was going to give me a benediction.
The funniest part was when I returned home and told my friend Robyn and she was like "Travis Hafner?? But he's hitting like .340!" or something. And I was like "he struck out that night."
Oh, I didn't know it was an actual designated hitter.
Well, you don't really want a guy nicknamed "Pronk" on your resume anyway.
Yes, as I told a drunk Cleveland Indian who was hitting on me at the Hilton in Anaheim a few years back: "I don't do married, I don't do American League and I sure as hell don't do designated hitters."
What a douchenozzle.
Also? java is made of total and complete win.
Indeed. In honor of the Buffistas I think we'll name it The Zeppo.
Heh. I was going to suggest the Buffistamobile.
And I was like "he struck out that night."
Poor professional athlete. It rends the heart.