Star Struck
Today, July 9th, 2006, a minor celebrity of some notoriety in New England came to Joe's Pizza today. And it was pretty much the highlight of my day. Until I had another visitor. Which was also very nice, but not nearly as humorous as the first one.
It was just after opening time, roundabouts 11:15 AM, when a man wearing Oakley Thumps rolled into Joes.
Pretty sweet.....I know.
This fellow ordered a slice or two of some pizza, sat down, and proceeded to eat it while watching World Cup Live on TV. As he was getting ready to leave, Myself, my brother, and Hickey were just kinda hanging around the counter, being lazy, as always. It's pretty much the standard protocol for Joe's. Anyways, as I customarily do, I was wearing a very old, grey colored Yankees Hat.
It was very similar to this hat, but not so much brown as it was grey.
The man then asks, "What are you doing with that Yankee's Hat on?" It's a question I often receive, being a Yankees fan in Red Sox country.
"Wearin' it." I smugly reply. I'm trying to be a little condescending. Because quite frankly, with asshole Sox fans, you have to be. He asks if it bothers either my brother or Hickey, both of which reply, "no, not really." It should be noted here that Joe, while not explicitly a Yankees fan, absolutely hates the Red Sox and their fans. Hickey doesn't know anything about baseball. He thinks he does, but he doesn't. If I wanted to have a conversation about Post-Punk music, or Wrasslin, then Hickey is my Go 2 Guy. But when it comes to baseball, he's just friggin' retahded.
That's wrestling? I'm gonna let you draw your own conclusions here....
The man in the Thumps then says that he's got something for me, and that he'll be right back. He then goes out to his car, and comes back with a book. "Turn to page 50," he says with a grin, as he leaves the building. I'm thinkin to myself here, "is this nut job really just giving me this little book?" We open the book to Page 50. This is what we find.
Click to view a larger Image. It's pretty much just this guy pissing on Yankee Stadium.
We look out the window, and see him still sitting in his car, watching us through the window and laughing at us. He drives off. We then look at the cover of the book.
We realize that that guy was this guy. Jimmy Dunn. National comedian and Local television personality (for one paltry year) on NESN. Jimmy Dunn. I was a bit star struck once I found out who he was. Turns out he's so local that he's from the seacoast NH area. He use to pal around with local legend Chris Collins, a Joe's employee, and was a regular at the Hampton location. His book was published in Portsmouth. But I still have no idea who he really is. I've never seen any of his comedy, and chances are, I probably wont like it. You may have got me on this one Jimmy Dunn, but just you wait. You will get your comuppance. I have friends in high places. And by high places, I mean in the mountains. And they might be crazy. Or hippies. Or both.
It was just after opening time, roundabouts 11:15 AM, when a man wearing Oakley Thumps rolled into Joes.
Pretty sweet.....I know.This fellow ordered a slice or two of some pizza, sat down, and proceeded to eat it while watching World Cup Live on TV. As he was getting ready to leave, Myself, my brother, and Hickey were just kinda hanging around the counter, being lazy, as always. It's pretty much the standard protocol for Joe's. Anyways, as I customarily do, I was wearing a very old, grey colored Yankees Hat.
It was very similar to this hat, but not so much brown as it was grey.The man then asks, "What are you doing with that Yankee's Hat on?" It's a question I often receive, being a Yankees fan in Red Sox country.
"Wearin' it." I smugly reply. I'm trying to be a little condescending. Because quite frankly, with asshole Sox fans, you have to be. He asks if it bothers either my brother or Hickey, both of which reply, "no, not really." It should be noted here that Joe, while not explicitly a Yankees fan, absolutely hates the Red Sox and their fans. Hickey doesn't know anything about baseball. He thinks he does, but he doesn't. If I wanted to have a conversation about Post-Punk music, or Wrasslin, then Hickey is my Go 2 Guy. But when it comes to baseball, he's just friggin' retahded.
That's wrestling? I'm gonna let you draw your own conclusions here....The man in the Thumps then says that he's got something for me, and that he'll be right back. He then goes out to his car, and comes back with a book. "Turn to page 50," he says with a grin, as he leaves the building. I'm thinkin to myself here, "is this nut job really just giving me this little book?" We open the book to Page 50. This is what we find.
Click to view a larger Image. It's pretty much just this guy pissing on Yankee Stadium.We look out the window, and see him still sitting in his car, watching us through the window and laughing at us. He drives off. We then look at the cover of the book.
We realize that that guy was this guy. Jimmy Dunn. National comedian and Local television personality (for one paltry year) on NESN. Jimmy Dunn. I was a bit star struck once I found out who he was. Turns out he's so local that he's from the seacoast NH area. He use to pal around with local legend Chris Collins, a Joe's employee, and was a regular at the Hampton location. His book was published in Portsmouth. But I still have no idea who he really is. I've never seen any of his comedy, and chances are, I probably wont like it. You may have got me on this one Jimmy Dunn, but just you wait. You will get your comuppance. I have friends in high places. And by high places, I mean in the mountains. And they might be crazy. Or hippies. Or both.
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