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General Discussion => Talk Zone => Topic started by: HudsonHawk on April 23, 2011, 01:38:22 pm
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Anyone interested in meeting up to watch the game tonight?
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Sure. Volare on W 4th?
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Sure. Volare on W 4th?
Too fancy. Know any slimy places in Jersey?
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Too fancy. Know any slimy places in Jersey?
That will be showing the Spurs game? I doubt it.
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Is there an Time Warner station in Austin showing the Astros game tonight? Looks like the Spurs have hijacked FSN, 1639.
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That will be showing the Spurs game? I doubt it.
Back when the Rockets were regularly in playoff contention and I gave a fuck about the NBA (a long time ago indeed) I went into a bar on North Bedford just before McCarren Park. It was called the Turkey's Nest and the bartender was named Artie. Artie drank an enormous amount of vodka, the kind of vodka you get in those giant plastic jugs. There must have been some sort of superstition involved in my choosing that place because it was a shithole of the finest variety.
Anyway, I amble in there and get Artie's attention. Goodman barkeep, might you please re-tune that television to the basketball game? Artie looked at me like I'd lost my mind. GAME'S OVAH, KNICKS WON! Yes, yes, sir, but there's another game on that captures my interest... GAME'S OVAH, KNICKS WON!
That's another thing, the Knicks winning a playoff game. You can see how long ago this was.
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Is there an Time Warner station in Austin showing the Astros game tonight? Looks like the Spurs have hijacked FSN, 1639.
TW 77. Cable shopping fans are bitching and moaning.
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GAME'S OVAH, KNICKS WON!
Good lord, man, how old are you?
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Good lord, man, how old are you?
I can do Artie's voice reasonably accurately but you'd just think I was aping a Jerky Boys character. One day I was in a Korean grocery over in the West Village and I heard a voice I would have sworn was Sol Rosenberg. He was even apologizing to the Koreans. He'd left something in the store, his eyeglasses surely, and had returned in a futile search for them. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! he kept repeating. I'm like, Come on, one of those guys is in here pulling some stunt, I mean it was Sol Rosenberg. I turn around and it's this fat thirty year old dude in a knockoff Members Only jacket and four days worth of bedhead. I'm sorry!
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Back when the Rockets were regularly in playoff contention and I gave a fuck about the NBA (a long time ago indeed) I went into a bar on North Bedford just before McCarren Park. It was called the Turkey's Nest and the bartender was named Artie. Artie drank an enormous amount of vodka, the kind of vodka you get in those giant plastic jugs. There must have been some sort of superstition involved in my choosing that place because it was a shithole of the finest variety.
Anyway, I amble in there and get Artie's attention. Goodman barkeep, might you please re-tune that television to the basketball game? Artie looked at me like I'd lost my mind. GAME'S OVAH, KNICKS WON! Yes, yes, sir, but there's another game on that captures my interest... GAME'S OVAH, KNICKS WON!
That's another thing, the Knicks winning a playoff game. You can see how long ago this was.
From everything I've heard, the Turkey's Nest is still a shithole. Never been in, but I saw a fight spilling out of there one time; I had just finished playing softball at the park. I think it was about 11am on a Saturday.
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From everything I've heard, the Turkey's Nest is still a shithole. Never been in, but I saw a fight spilling out of there one time; I had just finished playing softball at the park. I think it was about 11am on a Saturday.
That sounds about right. If it was a Saturday then there wouldn't have been any Hasidic guys in the brawl which is too bad.
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That sounds about right. If it was a Saturday then there wouldn't have been any Hasidic guys in the brawl which is too bad.
Why, you have a former landlord you were hoping wound up with a broken jaw?
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Why, you have a former landlord you were hoping wound up with a broken jaw?
Funny. My landlord was a Puerto Rican guy named Peter. He and his brother-in-law Willie used to do quite a bit of work around the building. Peter and Willie. Willie was a handful. Willie got taken in after his reckless driving resulted in the death of a disabled person. Willie was driving a van transporting disabled people to and fro. I can scarcely think of a worse job for Willie. Anyway, he was fucked up on something or another and he slammed into something or another and some poor fucker in a wheelchair got loose of the van and bit it. Peter got to the hospital quicksmart and somehow slipped Willie some clean urine.
It was Willie who introduced me to Freddie the Painter. I'll tell a few stories about that idiot some other time.
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Freddie the Painter.
Get the fuck out. You know F the P?