Post by stonedinvestor on Oct 2, 2018 8:00:35 GMT -5
Back in 1983 I stuck my Dad's oar through the wall of my room in Chappaqua NY. It was a beautiful lacquered crew oar from Harvard that was one of the few memorabilia items I had from my father who had long since passed on. The hole in the wall was half the problem I hurt myself attempting to pull it back out and in fact had to leave this huge twelve foot oar thrust through my wall until my parents (Mom and stepdad) came home and saw the damage. Although my memory is hazy, I clearly remember it was NY Giant Anger that caused that oar to be used as a jousting prop within a small bedroom. It was Scott Brunner's fault! I hated him!!! Parcels had chosen Brunner to start and the season was not going well.This was Bill;s first year with the Giants and I had already wasted a lot of anger directed at the former coach Ray Perkins. Back in 1983 we started out 2-2 and then a three game losing streak- somewhere in there the oar went through the wall. My Mother made me live with it that way for several years cutting my bedroom in half.
Flash forward to 1994 and I'm living in NYC in Chelsea on the top floor of a Brownstone. My wife was then my girlfriend and I spent lovely days lying around listening to Howard Stern until about 11:00, everything was great. We had modern furniture back then and in an ode' to the 80's and Miami Vice I had a glass topped coffee table. Heavy, Heavy glass. When I watch Giant games I have a two handed palm thrust slap down move I break out in moments of anguish; the noise echoes throughout, reverberating the anger. In 94' we had started out great winning three in a row! Then it was the damn Saints again, they beat us and we went on a long losing streak- six games in a row - I believe it was the fifth of the sixth games there when I slapped that glass coffee table and it shattered sending me to the hospital and leaving me with a scar I have to this day. Ever see the insides of your finger? I have... It looks like intestines.
Where is all of this going? Well last game I have no memory of thrashing out, I didn't throw anything I don't think but I have suddenly emerged on Monday after the Saint loss with a swollen left elbow and great pain. I don't know how I'm going to work out today and I'm ever scared this redness will spread like it once did in my knee. But then I had a puncture, a way for infection to get in, this is mysterious NY Giant water on the elbow... I can barely drink a beer with that left hand. Or do anything else like browse the internet. This kind of crap happens as you age. You just wake up with a problem as I have.
There is one consistant thread however to my injuries over the years-- they're always weird and different-- But NY Giant football appears to always be a catalyst. - stoney
Flash forward to 1994 and I'm living in NYC in Chelsea on the top floor of a Brownstone. My wife was then my girlfriend and I spent lovely days lying around listening to Howard Stern until about 11:00, everything was great. We had modern furniture back then and in an ode' to the 80's and Miami Vice I had a glass topped coffee table. Heavy, Heavy glass. When I watch Giant games I have a two handed palm thrust slap down move I break out in moments of anguish; the noise echoes throughout, reverberating the anger. In 94' we had started out great winning three in a row! Then it was the damn Saints again, they beat us and we went on a long losing streak- six games in a row - I believe it was the fifth of the sixth games there when I slapped that glass coffee table and it shattered sending me to the hospital and leaving me with a scar I have to this day. Ever see the insides of your finger? I have... It looks like intestines.
Where is all of this going? Well last game I have no memory of thrashing out, I didn't throw anything I don't think but I have suddenly emerged on Monday after the Saint loss with a swollen left elbow and great pain. I don't know how I'm going to work out today and I'm ever scared this redness will spread like it once did in my knee. But then I had a puncture, a way for infection to get in, this is mysterious NY Giant water on the elbow... I can barely drink a beer with that left hand. Or do anything else like browse the internet. This kind of crap happens as you age. You just wake up with a problem as I have.
There is one consistant thread however to my injuries over the years-- they're always weird and different-- But NY Giant football appears to always be a catalyst. - stoney