Author Topic: Sitting next to the cousin of Mike Burns (Read 8325 times)

Matt · « **on:** October 04, 2005, 03:22:22 pm »

So I'm here at work in my cubicle and I hear the guy next to me on the phone talking about giving his cousin on the Astros the new Oakley mp3 player glasses. Of course I gotta know who his cousin is. You know maybe an Ensberg or somebody kick ass. Well it's Mike Burns. Oh well still a good time killer chatting with him about what's going on with the Astros and what his cousin has told him.

Navin R Johnson · « **Reply #1 on:** October 04, 2005, 03:52:59 pm »

Ty Gainey's uncle's dog, once crapped in my front yard.

Matt · « **Reply #2 on:** October 04, 2005, 03:59:08 pm »

Maybe he'll come crap in my cubicle if I ask nicely

HurricaneDavid · « **Reply #3 on:** October 04, 2005, 04:09:15 pm »

Quote:

Ty Gainey's uncle's dog, once crapped in my front yard.

Did you get it autographed?

Froback · « **Reply #4 on:** October 04, 2005, 04:17:03 pm »

Don't knock Burns... He was pretty awesome the last couple of years in the minors. Might turn out to be a Wheeler type set-up/middle inning guy.

Just think... Wouldn't you take a job that paid you $300+K/year even if it only lasted like 10-15 years?

I think he will be very solid and steady for several years for the Astros.

Fredia · « **Reply #5 on:** October 04, 2005, 04:20:43 pm »

i once met Jim Neighbors in the astrodome when he was doing a show during the rodeo. Got his austograph and everything.. funny thing is it mysterously vanished one day..never to be seen again.. hmmm even in zwolle jim neighbors was an icon.. (nice childhood memory jog thanks)

UpTooLate · « **Reply #7 on:** October 04, 2005, 04:48:07 pm »

A couple of years ago I worked with the brother of a famous Astros pitcher from the late 70's era. When I first met the guy it was cool to hear a story or two, but it got old quick. It seemed he started every sentence with "My brother was so-and-so". It became fun to tell people to act completely clueless and disinterested when he mentioned his brother.

Frobie · « **Reply #9 on:** October 04, 2005, 05:08:15 pm »

This thread is sort of funny. The wife and I live in a duplex/townhouse and a player for the Texans and his wife live in the other half. (This says much more about his marginality as a pro football player and good financial sense than it does my own personal economic situation.) I don't follow the NFL at all, but we've often laughed about what it would be like if we lived next to a peripheral Astros player like, say, Burns instead.

I think it's much better like this since I'm not tempted to talk shop with him and try to point out what's wrong with his game.

Jose Cruz III · « **Reply #11 on:** October 04, 2005, 05:30:19 pm »

I once rode beside that chick Lita from the WWF. She was cool. And HOT HOT HOT. We talked about wrestling and stuff, but I didn't get around to asking her about being the mile high club.

Navin R Johnson · « **Reply #12 on:** October 04, 2005, 05:34:16 pm »

this thread has quickly devolved into "A Brush with marginal Greatness"

JimR · « **Reply #14 on:** October 04, 2005, 07:06:48 pm »

i wrote Knepper a letter after the not-to-be-spoken of Game 6 in 1986 because i had a similar experience in my last college game. he wrote me a very nice letter in reply.

Craig · « **Reply #15 on:** October 04, 2005, 07:48:10 pm »

I'm sure he's actually a nice guy and all. He just didn't seem real pleased to have to deal with a pissant local reporter (me) during a Little League tournament. But he did autograph a ball for me, so I guess I shouldn't complain.

homer · « **Reply #17 on:** October 04, 2005, 07:59:06 pm »

My old man shook Tommy Lasorda's hand at Sams Club on the Gulf Freeway in like 1987. He still talks about it. All the time.

Ty in Tampa · « **Reply #18 on:** October 04, 2005, 08:11:51 pm »

I took Drew Pearson's luggage up to his hotel room as a bellhop at the Flagship Hotel in 1979.

Astros Fan in SoCal · « **Reply #19 on:** October 04, 2005, 08:23:11 pm »

I was in an elevator with Kenny Stabler.

Navin R Johnson · « **Reply #20 on:** October 04, 2005, 08:32:31 pm »

speaking of gymnastics, while working at the K-MART in Spring during my high school years, i got assigned to go throughout the store with Bella Karoli (The Olympic gymnastic coach) and assist him with shopping for some trip he was taking with a bunch of gymnasts. Worked with him for about 45 minutes, helped him get checked out, then loaded up his Suburban for him and he stiffs me....as in no tip, not stiffs in the JM J Bullock/Alex Prager type of way. NTTAWWT

EasTexAstro · « **Reply #21 on:** October 04, 2005, 08:33:14 pm »

I knew Selena

No? in Austin · « **Reply #26 on:** October 04, 2005, 10:02:29 pm »

I was J.R. Richard's catcher for one season of amatuer baseball.

Alkie · « **Reply #27 on:** October 04, 2005, 10:10:26 pm »

I once slept with Ryne Sandberg's wife in the clubhouse during a game.

Navin R Johnson · « **Reply #30 on:** October 04, 2005, 10:53:50 pm »

another music related one. I was in my friends wedding in upstate New York, his wife to be's cousin was Rob Affuso, yes THE Rob Affuso. Rob was the drummer for Skid Row. The wedding was in 2001, and Robbie was not only at the wedding, but he was also in the wedding band.

catAstrofy · « **Reply #31 on:** October 05, 2005, 12:24:45 am »

I got to polish Floyd Epps' hook once.

Hey he'd make a pretty good mascot at CC now, though not as scary as the current one.

Bench · « **Reply #32 on:** October 05, 2005, 12:52:25 am »

Kirk Gibson knocked me to the ground in the spring of 1989. I was 12, he was my hero. After he shoved me to the ground, he turned back and chuckled. He is no longer my hero. I spent three years, and countless days in detention, burning his baseball cards. I still get angry when they show that denial league Wheaties commercial with the Game 1 '88 voiceover.

Ty in Tampa · « **Reply #33 on:** October 05, 2005, 08:53:00 am »

I got to polish Floyd Epps' hook once.

Just when you though you've heard every euphemism...

Golden Sombrero · « **Reply #34 on:** October 05, 2005, 03:19:11 pm »

I met Carlos Baerga when he played for the Indians when I was 14 or so. He was brought in by my school to one of those lame awards banquets (the ones where everyone gets an award) in order to inspire us. I tried to get a picture with him, but of course the camera decided to go on the fritz. It took about 3 or 4 tries to get the darn thing to work. Suffice it to say Carlos was getting impatient. So I have the distinction of being the cause of minor annoyance to a pro ball player.

Author Topic: Sitting next to the cousin of Mike Burns (Read 8325 times)

No? in Austin