I was there and sat with Gaylord's family. My grandpa took me. He and Gaylord were friends. They met in Tacoma when GP pitched in
My dad took me and my late sister Jennifer to the Kingdome to see Gaylord Perry beat the Yankees 7-3 to become the 15th man ever to win 300 games.
(I'm posting this to the main board for a couple days before moving it to Other Sports).
I was there, too. My grandpa and Gaylord were pals. We sat with Gaylord's late wife and late son that night. I have a signed game ball inscribed #300. Awesome dude. I talk to him about once a year. My sister married one of GP's teammate's sons. CSB
This hangs in our hallway
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Not-so-humble brag.
What about you, Mr. "I once ran into Bernie Kozar at a Circle K in Jacksonville, FL circa 1997"?
I think you have mistaken me for another poster. But if I did post that, it was a lie. Never met Kosar, but what a fucking player.
Plus, I have something WAY fucking cooler than that which actually did happen. My Two Dads used to take me to this great Cuban restaurant that was the proverbial hole in the wall in SW Miami. He went there all the time and one day brought home a napkin with, supposably, Ted Williams' auto on it. My Dad could be a bull shitter and it was legit 50/50 whether this was real. He insisted that he ate there all the time at the counter and that he got his auto. The owner, who my Dad knew, told him he was in there all the time, but not to ask for an auto because he was grumpy (much like Bill Russell is reputed to be). My Dad, being who he is, gave no fucks and, so the story went, asked for one anyway and got it. Sure Pops.
Anyway, several years later we go and eat there, and lo and behold, I see Teddy Ball Game sitting at the fucking counter. I'm in my mid-teens by now and at that stage at which you think you are more important than you'll ever actually be. Plus, Ted Williams was just a name and picture to me (I had all those sports history books when I was a kid), but well before my time. I'd have been 50x more star struck to see Dan Marino than TW at that point in my life. Anywho, I go up to him, introduce myself as if he'd give a flying fuck, and ask for an auto. Didn't smile, didn't talk much, but gave me an auto on the same kind of napkin my Dad had brought home.
So, to clear it up, any Kosar stories I've told are made up. This one isn't, and thankfully, I still have both napkins. Ted Fucking Williams bitches.