In the time it takes you to read this post, Mike Eruzione, having taken another satisfying bite from his breakfast burrito, will suddenly find himsef thinking, “America. Fuck yeah!”— this despite having not yet seen Team America, and though he’s not terribly happy with all the deficit spending and the poor performance of the dollar.*
(h/t ASV)
That’s my earliest sports memory. Frankly I’m amazed that I’ve bothered to follow anything else since then.
Apart from this blogging stuff, the Rooz is my only claim to getting in on the ground floor. In the late 70’s, I saw him play an IHL game with the Toledo Goaldiggers against the Fort Wayne Komets.
That was one stupid stupid stupid movie. Except for the puppet sex. That was funny. Maybe if I’d been in an alternate state of consciousness.
Altered state of consciousness. I need a drink.
Anybody catch the rebroadcast on ESPN Classic? Good Stuff.