OT My Wife Got Lillard's Autograph Last Night

[Lanny]

I once saw Luke Babbit at the Spaghetti Factory

Yeah, well I've met Harry Glickman at the VA hospital. He is also a disabled Vet.
Nah, nah, nuh, nah nah. Read it and weep, Harry Glickman, and I got to talk to him.

 

[Lanny]

How'd you know?

Obviously, because we know Luke to be a decent guy.

 

[Lanny]

She wanted your autograph. But, when she couldn't find you, she settled for Dame's.

True story.

 

[Propagandist]

That picture sets off all my dad alarms.

Seriously. My blood pressure instantly spiked.

 

[Lanny]

I got a bro hug from Jarrett Jack, and a fist bump from Brandon Roy. And I gained access to that spot outside the locker room with my Kool-Aid Club pass, which was literally an unopened packet of Kool-Aid in a plastic holder hanging from a lanyard.

I've seen you get the attention of everyone connected with the Blazers. It's really awesome.

 

[Propagandist]

Sorry, I don't believe one word of the accusers of Michael Jackson.

I have a son. There isn't a dollar amount that exists that would make me compromise his safety.

He couldn't settle out of court for one dime.

There isn't a force that exists that would keep me from either:

a) pounding his face until he's dead or my fists become spaghetti.

b) Seeing him incarcerated.

Those families "settled out of court" (extorted)....

I'm going to assume you didn't watch Leaving Neverland. Do it and be prepared to move on from Michael Jackson. My opinion completely flipped. It would take an impossibly coordinated conspiracy for him not to be a monster. I grew up on that music. I have memories, good memories, tied into it. But not anymore.

 

[Propagandist]

One time I saw Gary Trent (Senior) in the Portland airport. I have never, and have never since, asked someone for their autograph. But I did. Dude was a total jerk (and believe me when I say I was being polite. I was.). He didn't even look up or even acknowledge me, just sort of scribbled his signature, then mic-dropped the pen. It was crazy weird. I picked up the pen and thanked him and moved on and marked him off my probably-a-nice-guy list (Apparently he is now a great guy that helps kids and stuff. Good for him.). It was no big deal. Chapter closed.

A year or two later I am walking around in NW Portland and a SUV with speakers facing out the back and loud af rolls up beside me. Window lowers. And if it isn't Gary Trent (Senior) behind the wheel. He asks me directions to a building that was looming just feet behind me. In that moment, I marked myself off the probably-a-nice-guy list and directed him to what is now the Pearl District and went about my day.

 

[dviss1]

I'm going to assume you didn't watch Leaving Neverland. Do it and be prepared to move on from Michael Jackson. My opinion completely flipped. It would take an impossibly coordinated conspiracy for him not to be a monster. I grew up on that music. I have memories, good memories, tied into it. But not anymore.

I'll watch it. Probably won't believe it tho. We'll see.

 

[hoopsjock]

One time I saw Gary Trent (Senior) in the Portland airport. I have never, and have never since, asked someone for their autograph. But I did. Dude was a total jerk (and believe me when I say I was being polite. I was.). He didn't even look up or even acknowledge me, just sort of scribbled his signature, then mic-dropped the pen. It was crazy weird. I picked up the pen and thanked him and moved on and marked him off my probably-a-nice-guy list (Apparently he is now a great guy that helps kids and stuff. Good for him.). It was no big deal. Chapter closed.

A year or two later I am walking around in NW Portland and a SUV with speakers facing out the back and loud af rolls up beside me. Window lowers. And if it isn't Gary Trent (Senior) behind the wheel. He asks me directions to a building that was looming just feet behind me. In that moment, I marked myself off the probably-a-nice-guy list and directed him to what is now the Pearl District and went about my day.

I saw Gary Trent Sr and JR Rider at a 7-11 by the Rose Garden. They were buying Visine.

 

[HailBlazers]

One time I saw Gary Trent (Senior) in the Portland airport. I have never, and have never since, asked someone for their autograph. But I did. Dude was a total jerk (and believe me when I say I was being polite. I was.). He didn't even look up or even acknowledge me, just sort of scribbled his signature, then mic-dropped the pen. It was crazy weird. I picked up the pen and thanked him and moved on and marked him off my probably-a-nice-guy list (Apparently he is now a great guy that helps kids and stuff. Good for him.). It was no big deal. Chapter closed.

A year or two later I am walking around in NW Portland and a SUV with speakers facing out the back and loud af rolls up beside me. Window lowers. And if it isn't Gary Trent (Senior) behind the wheel. He asks me directions to a building that was looming just feet behind me. In that moment, I marked myself off the probably-a-nice-guy list and directed him to what is now the Pearl District and went about my day.

Damn. Serendipitous.

 

[THE HCP]

I saw Rueben Boumtje Boumtje once.

 

[Propagandist]

I saw Rueben Boumtje Boumtje once.

Me too! On NW 23rd by the old Machismo Mouse. Dude was skinny, like shockingly so.

 

[Lanny]

One time I saw Gary Trent (Senior) in the Portland airport. I have never, and have never since, asked someone for their autograph. But I did. Dude was a total jerk (and believe me when I say I was being polite. I was.). He didn't even look up or even acknowledge me, just sort of scribbled his signature, then mic-dropped the pen. It was crazy weird. I picked up the pen and thanked him and moved on and marked him off my probably-a-nice-guy list (Apparently he is now a great guy that helps kids and stuff. Good for him.). It was no big deal. Chapter closed.

A year or two later I am walking around in NW Portland and a SUV with speakers facing out the back and loud af rolls up beside me. Window lowers. And if it isn't Gary Trent (Senior) behind the wheel. He asks me directions to a building that was looming just feet behind me. In that moment, I marked myself off the probably-a-nice-guy list and directed him to what is now the Pearl District and went about my day.

I never really liked the guy.
As for the Pearl district, I spent almost half my childhood in NW Portland. Living someplace around 16th and Irving and then 25th and Northrup and then 19th and Irving and we never called the Pearl district the Pearl district. It was always either Chinatown or simply North West Portland. For those of you who may be curious, and I have no idea why you'd want to know, but I spent a little over half my childhood in Oswego, Oregon (Now part of Lake Oswego, formed after the merger of Oswego and Lake Grove in 1959).

 

[BlazerWookee]

Sorry, I don't believe one word of the accusers of Michael Jackson.

I have a son. There isn't a dollar amount that exists that would make me compromise his safety.

He couldn't settle out of court for one dime.

There isn't a force that exists that would keep me from either:

a) pounding his face until he's dead or my fists become spaghetti.

b) Seeing him incarcerated.

Those families "settled out of court" (extorted)....

I believe the families that kept quiet for money are guilty of selling their children's innocence. I also believe Michael Jackson was a pedophile.

 

[BlazerWookee]

You don't have to explain that to me, Wookee.

By the way, for the benefit of those out there who've never met Wookee, you've NEVER met a nicer guy.

Aw, shucks... <blush>