I still say Joe Namath and his daughter should have won our poll!

I still say that Joe Namath and his daughter should have won our poll as who were the freakiest father/daughter couples in history.

I mean look at this picture of them on the Andy Williams Christmas at the Super Bowl special.

It freaks me out man.

Joe and Farrah, quick which one is dead?

Just sayn'

It is hard to tell sometimes. Seriously.

Well that explains it.

Upon futher research I found this photo of Joe Willie and his wife. So that explains it.

My eyes, AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!

Joe Willie and his daughter. This is the one that just got arrested for being drunk and disorderly or something.

I just think the photo is just too fucking disturbing for words man.

I mean I know you are supposed to look like your dog and stuff but what the fuck?

Remembrance of things Pabst

When I was a kid I worked in an accounting office on Main St in Flushing Queens. My first boss was a big Jet's fan. Which means he couldn't get Giant tickets. So what he used to do was whenever it snowed or the weather sucked or the Jets were Ten games out of the playoffs he would give me tickets. Now this was in the early seventies and the Jets had won the Super Bowl in the 1969/1970 year so they weren't that far away from a good team.

Now Namath was the quarterback and he was always getting hurt. His knees where shot and he spent most of the time on the sidelines. The seats where in what used to be the outfield part of Shea Stadium in portable seats behind the goal line. They would put up this cheezy net when they did field goals and extra points to stop the balls from going in the stands but half the times it didn't work and the ball would go in the stands. The fan who got it would fight with the security guards who would try to get it back and everyone would join in for a free for all. The drinking and the cursing and the racial invective was quite something to see.

You see that was old New York, Fun City. Lindsey was mayor and we had riots and stuff. The World War Two guys were still around and they didn't take any shit from anybody even though they were in their late fifties and early sixties. They thought they were the same guys who stormed ashore at Iwo Jima and they would duke it out at the drop of a hat.

Anyway my mom would always give me these great sandwiches to take to the game and my boss loved them. He was a reform Jew so he didn't give a shit that it was pork sausage with peppers and onions or a huge meatball hero smothered in mozzarella. He loved my mom's cooking and I think that was another reason I got a lot of tickets.

The Jets had a really talented receiver named Richard Caster but the only problem was he had the worst case of dropises I ever saw. He was always dropping passes that hit him right in the hands. Now there was this rich real estate dude who had a seat about ten rows in front of us who really hated Rich Caster. Man he would be on his ass from the first play of the game. He would be cursing out Caster while the Jets were on defense! Anyway Bob Davis was starting because Namath was hurt again but he was off the disabled list and the fans wanted Joe Willie in the game. Davis gets smacked and is out of the game and there is a tremendous cheer! Joe Willie is coming in the game! Holy Cow!

About the third play of the drive Rich Caster runs a post pattern down the middle of the field and Joe puts it right in his hands. And of course he drops it. Well the real estate dude stands on his chair waving a fifth of whiskey and lets loose the foulest string of curses and racial taunts that I think I have ever heard. Which at the time was only good for a laugh. But then he takes the bottle by the top and tries to throw it on the field at Caster. And it only goes about ten rows before it hits some lady in the head. A giant fight breaks out. The cops had to come and break it up. I think they wanted to call the National Guard.

It was very exciting for a thirteen year old kid.

That's where I learned one important fact. Stay away from Jet fans.

Words to live by.