I haven't rubbed shoulders with many (virtually any) celebs in my lifetime. I met a few ex and future big leaguers while doing the an internship in the minor leagues (wow, was that a lifetime ago). My current claim to fame (or "infame") deals with the ex-principal at the Chicago Heights grade school who was videoed/busted for having sex in his office. Now Queebs, don't get jealous...I wasn't a performor on the video! I have, however, seen the guy playing with his balls on several ocassions!!! He was a regular Saturday morning player at my golf course. We have been in the same fouresome (again Queebs, "foursome" means something else in this context) several times. The guy was "long", but not very straight...same as his golf game ! ;-)
Kenny...have you heard the story on this guy? It's big local news, but I saw a write-up on foxnews.com Anyway, have you guys had any interesting encounters with any "celebs?"
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I don't understand why the principal and the teacher both quit. So they had sex at work. Who hasn't?
Anyway, I've had a few claims to fame, but probably my biggest "brush with greatness" is that I was Cedric Kyles boss in St. Louis. Cedric is better known as Cedric the Entertainer.
Cedric was a claim rep with State Farm before he became the big deal that he is today. In fact, I like to take more credit for his success than I probably deserve. Cedric was trying to figure out if he should follow his dream of becoming a stand-up comic or follow his claim rep career that was paying the bills, but was unfulfilling. I encouraged him to follow his dream, partly because that is how I feel everyone should approach life, and partly because Cedric was a pretty crappy claim rep.
I ran into Cedric in the airport in St. Louis a couple of years ago. I was surprised that he remembered me even before I introduced myself. I thought that was pretty cool. I wonder if Cedric ever talks about how he used to work for the (in)famous Lou Mindar?
See Bill that will teach you! Next time you hear phrases like never up, never in or boy my putter has a stiff shaft you should get suspicious. Hopefully he never asked you to help him with the ball washer.
I really just don't know what you guys are doing with my blog-altho I am not doin' much with it lately. You are aware that I have 'met' MJ-you all have heard that story, right?
Hey Ken, I didn't hear that story about MJ. I didn't know you even liked the Jackson Five when we were younger. Did he really look that white in person and was he wearing one glove? That plastic surgery looks terrible.
Yeah, Ol' Leroy was splittin' the fairway...If ya know what I'm saying!
Q: What does MJ like about twenty-five year olds?
A: There's twenty of them!
Eeeeeeeeeeee, heeeeeeeee!
Hey Lou,
I saw an interesting thing in the paper the other day that may help you with your infactuation with the relentless pursuit of the whereabouts of Paul Bettcher. There was a picture of his brother, Mark, teaching music at a school in Dundee, Il. in the Daily Herald. I believe it was at a high school up there. Hope that helps, maybe you can now find Paul and be able to sleep at night.
When I was thinking about doing a search for Paul Bettcher, I looked up some info on his brother Mark. At the time, Mark was the music director at a high school in Elgin and was the Jazz band director at Judson College. Mark also toured as a trombonist for a while with Phil Collins.
I never did contact Mark or try to find Paul. For now, the whereabouts of Mr. Bettcher will have to remain a mystery.
Hey Ken, what's the MJ story?
I actually tried emailing Mark at the school he was working at, a few months ago. No response. I got thinking about the Bettcher's when I saw an ad for Mark's band in the Be Confused-they had a gig in the greater Fox Valley area.
So the deal was, MJ-very funny about the other MJ, but Michael Jordan-I guess after the foray into baseball, was going to try professional golf. At least that was the hint in the Tribune. He entered into a PGA tourney-the Chicago Open. It was held at the Beverly Country club-when we were members. No we didn't actually give them 25-30K to become real members. We just had monthly dues, which meant we had to eat there monthly, basically. Anyway, I went to see him hit a few strokes-he looked pretty good. There was a rule about not smoking cigars on the greens-apparently did not apply to MJ. That night, I was watching the nightly news coverage of his first day. They spent more time on the fact that that he was gambling at BCC-in a room that only men could enter. At dinner, I told my kids-they were very small-that I saw MJ. They all said I should try to get his autograph.
The next day, I did go into the BCC men's lounge. I took with me my MJ coffee table book-in case he was signing. So, I went in kind of a back way. There was lots of drinking, smoking and gambling going on. Some of MJ's entourage had to be told not to have money on the table. There was also a lot of staring going on-at MJ. Because of the way I went into the room, I was right behind him to his left. He was seated against the wall. It was a foursome playing some variation of Gin Rummy-partnered with the person opposite you-playing alternatively, the person on your left, then on your right. I didn't undertand it. He did occasionally show me his hand and say something, but I think only to get an edge in the game.
So, one of my neighbors comes up to the table and gives MJ's partner (who was also a member of the club) one of MJ's baseball cards. After a hand or two, MJ's partner gave him the card. I did get the significance of this until later. MJ signed the card. So, I figured it was OK to get my book.
I returned with the very large coffee table book, and asked him to sign. He starts trash-talking me. Says if he signs mine-then he will have to sign everyone's. I told him no, he wouldn't, but he had to sign mine-because my kids told me to get his autograph, when I told them I had seen him yesterday. He told me I shouldn't have told my kids that I had seen them. So after some choice words, he agreed to sign.
I opened up the book. . .and knocked his cigar ash into his lap. So after some more choice words, he still signed the book. Then he shooed me away, in no uncertain terms. That's the MJ story.
So, Wild Bill-the Luther Wright is pretty good-The Wall done country for those who don't have it. I think I am missing a song from the album-Goodbye Cruel World. Maybe you could email me it.
Oh, by the way I know nothing about the principal.
I found the missing track, Wild Bill.
It's official. MJ is a jerk. Sure, you made an ass of yourself and you nearly burned the poor man beyond recognition, but who does he think he is? I will no longer buy his sneakers...or underwear...or those batteries he endorses...or Gatorade, although I do like Gatorade...and I won't watch the Bobcats (no big loss) ...or that movie where he played basketball with cartoons. What was that movie? I don't know. It doesn't matter, but whatever it is, I'm not watching. I've got your back, Ken. MJ will not diss one of my homeboys and get away...Space Jam. That movie was called Space Jam. I'm not going to watch it...I might have a little Gatorade, but that's all. That will teach him.
If I ever get to golf against MJ, I will remind him what he did to my WIU BUD after I whip his ass all over the course!
After all the worries about giving up b-ball coaching, I think I may end up in a position where I end up applying for the HEAD coaching job!!! WTF!!! A guy who would have been a great hire and a for sure hire is waffling. The only other applicant at the moment is a gal who's been in the program the last few seasons, but she's a nightmare! It would take a while to explain all that. Anyway, I feel I may need to go for it in order to protect the program. Word is that they won't hire her, but who knows what'll happen if no one else steps up. My worry is that I don't have the "chops" to take on the position. I think I'm a good coach...I just don't know b-ball well enough to have with the Bolingbrooks and Sandburgs.
Stay tuned for the continuing saga.
I don't have to do the head coaching gig! One of the good guys came through. I will stick with it, hopefully, returning as the sophomore coach. The guy "took one for the program" by stepping up.
The other choice may have been the gal who as been in the program for a while. She has spent the last few seasons ripping the head coach behind his back, not running the stuff the Varsity has been running, and "poisoning" some of the girls, telling them not to tryout and play for the previous head coach. I can't figure out why the guy put up with all the crap. He should have booted her ass a couple of seasons ago.
To top it off, this nutjob started ripping the new guy about 2 minutes after he got the gig! He was probably going to can her anyway, but she made it an easy conversation..."You're nuts...you're fired!"
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