The Night Angel J.T. Snow Told Me to F*ck Off
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I knew we were in for an eventful evening at the ballpark when my friend Brett refused to go the route the parking lot attendant was directing him with Nirvana’s “Come as You Are” playing loudly.
The elderly gentleman was waving his fake orange lightsaber to the right.
Ginger-haired Brett stared down the poor gray-haired fella and kept pointing his hands in the opposite direction.
Finally, the parking attendant relented, threw his arms up in disgust, and signaled for Brett to go ahead and turn left. I think I heard him mumble “jackass” as we drove by. Brett smiled and said, “thank you.”
It was just a game to Brett. How far could he push the limits? Why’d he have to park where Obe-Won Kenobi wanted him to?
Trivia, beer, and football
The Twins were in town at Anaheim to face the Angels. Myself and Minnesota natives Brett Wells, Jay Heisenberg, and Ron Jenkins were ready for a fun-filled night of beers and baseball during the summer of 1995.
We tailgated in the parking lot and played baseball trivia pursuit. Whoever missed the question had to take a shot of beer. Ron, the…
