Mark Ella (57)
It was the spring of '72, well, in actual fact, it was sometime in 1991 and grunge rock was king. This young pillock was travelling up and down the west coast of Jesusland to watch bands with names like "Mudhoney" and "Nirvana" and "Steel Pole Bathtub". Anyway, I was about to pilot my fucking enormous Buick station wagon out of a youth hostel in Portland when 3 hippies on the porch asked me where I was going. L.A being the answer, they were to be my companions. Turns out they were "Deadheads". About 3 minutes into our trip the 50 year old Frank Zappa look-a-like in the front seat next to me said he had $5,000 worth of LSD on him. Oh shit. I had never tried any drugs harder than dope. Anyway, he says half a tab should be enough for me. He took 4 tabs. At once. "Developed an immunity" he says. Astonishingly he would continue this pace over the next 4 days (was it 4?), sliding the papers under his tongue like they were motherfucking tictacs.
Me being the designated driver (no way I was letting these hippie drug addicts drive my car) I was a wee bit concerned as to how this infamous hallucinogenic would affect my ability to drive an automobile. I resolved to just focus hard and Holy Shit Suddenly Everything suddenly became fucking hilarious. Zappa moustache man said I must've been in a good mood when I popped the tab as your "trip" is determined by your state at ingestion. In an anxious/terrified state at tip-off and you could be in for a hell ride. As evidenced by the homeless-impacted streets of San Francisco some take 1 hit and vanish down a rabbit warren existing entirely within the confines of their own minds, never to return.
After 1 hour I realised that I could not tell if I was driving uphill or downhill. Just could not tell. My muscles had completely locked into position, foot on the gas at an unwavering 52mph and would stay that way for 3 days (or was it 4? Where did we sleep?). None of the hippies said anything about my driving so I must have been going ok. We stopped at a Redwood Forest. We stopped at a beach. We stopped for bare arse photos on a very high bridge. Everything still hilarious. I tentatively progressed up to a tab every few hours (although my concept of "hours" was utterly out the fuckign window there).
As I drove the car I thought I would have to think of an analogy of what an LSD trip is like. To explain it to my mum later. I mean, to my cronies later. The best I could come up with was you're sitting in a stationary car, at a train crossing, the trains are roaring by continuously, the car is in neutral, you have your foot flat to the floor, with the engine screaming, and you feel fantastically happy.
Anyway, no idea where this is going or who this "KHUNT" guy is but drugs can be fun.
oops, "Stanford", that reminds me, forgot to finish my going-nowhere rubbish story from the K.Hunt drugs thread from last year. now where was i
4 days later we made it to LA (Stanford? Is that near LA? fuck knows, and I sure as hell didnt because my brain wasn't too well tethered to my head by then) Somehow we'd lost 2 of the guys so it was just me and F.Zappa. Tooling along the motorway and he says "turn off here, gotta make a pick up." So we sidle off into quiet leafy suburbia, very nice, plush, looks pricey. After a few minutes he emerges with what looks like a fucking huge Xmas tree. He opens the back of the wagon and rams the whole thing in, 2 metres long, takes up entire space, also encroaching halfway towards windshield over my shoulder. Oh shit. Lucky the back windows were all tinted black. It was marijuana. Alarm bells start going off. The smell, holy shit, really? I dont want to get deported to Mexico. Again haha.
Anyway then deadhead says "off to Stanford for the football game" He also somehow now has hundreds of white long-sleeve Stanford t-shirts he's planning on selling at the game. We check into a motel near the stadium. (I'm thinking wft do I now live with this guy? His brain is so addled he seems to be just living from second to second)
In broad daylight we comically daftly lug the huge fucking dope bushes inside the motel room. Jesus. Then it's off to the game. Watch the game in a brain haze from behind posts. Dark now. The deadhead is gone. Man, why am I not surprised. Was he even there at all? Wander back to motel. Fuck knows how I found the place. I dont have room key. I do have my car key though. I better. Everything I fuckin' own (one duffel bag haha) is in that car.
So stand around like a wet fart for a bit, pondering options.
Then I just drive off.
Never see the guy again.
Next day I look in the back and see I still have the 100's of Stanford t-shirts.
What a stupid ending.
oops missed Pats/Broncos semi, surprised Mr America Patriot Tim Brady Super Bowl Guy USA isnt going to the SuperBurl.
anyone see what went wrong for the Patsies?
watched Panthers/Cardinals one oh God, the Panthers beat those children of questionable papal divinity so, so badly. The head, the face, the neck, the nuts, the callipygous hind-quarters, just everywhere. 50 points. They took them into the Cardinals vestibule and abused the hell out of them in their tight little shiny pants. Cassocks over the head, toggles all askew, what a mess. Years of therapy ahead after that.
Apparently Brady got hit more times than any other QB in any other rgame all year.
He was also the Pats leading rusher, with just 13 yards
Manning just keeps getting it done! 4th super bowl with 2 different teams and 4 different coaches is pretty remarkable.The average for the season was 12. Brady got hit 23 times in that game. As a Broncos fan and someone who has no affinity for Brady. I enjoyed watching him scamper about.
I'm hopeful. I'm a huge Peyton fan. While I've always followed the Broncos the Colts were always my 2nd team because he was in the seat. So, I'm hopeful that the greatest QB in NFL history is able to go out with a another ring.
The key will be for the Denvers D to not only maintain its outstanding season but to take it up a notch.
I initially thought of the 4 teams with a shot, the two I'd rather see made it.
I just wanted the Cardinals to miss out to spite them for knocking off the Meatpackers. But Cam Newton is such a colossal arsehat/superstar by the 4th quarter I was kind of turning around to the Cardinals.
Also a Stanford fan. Got me fucked how McCaffrey didn't get the Heisman.
That's why I'm hopeful but not confident. Manning hasn't got the arm he once had and the Denver D will need to rise to another level altogether. Newton has been dynamite all season and much of his arrogance has stemmed from that. I think the Denver D can shut the Panthere down but again it will need to be at a whole new level.