[BluesDuke]

You remind me of a story I read some time ago involving Don Landrum, a nondescript outfielder of the 1960s. When Landrum became a Cub, a couple of the Wrigley bleacher bums decided to make his life miserable for who knew what reason. It drove Landrum slightly nuts until he took matters into their own hands and blew them to assorted souvenirs, bric-a-brac, and even lunch at the ballpark or whatever.

Those fans became huge Landrum fans. The problem was, while they were crawling all over him Landrum went on a tear. When he made peace with them, his hitting suffered. Only the Cubs . . .

[namvolunteer]

“He blew them to trinkets, bric-a-brac ...”
I haven’t heard that usage in 45 years. I remember a long-forgotten 1930s thoroughbred sire, Blow Me, showing up infrequently in pedigrees when I started in the early 1970s.
Sam McCracken, the great turf writer from the Boston Globe, explained that was a common way of saying that you were “treating” someone, for free, to lunch, ball game tickets, a $2 daily double bet, etc.
The sexual connection eclipsed the treat meaning in the years after World War II. I’ve never heard it in use and I’m almost 70 years old.