Me an Al are the same age (unfortunately). He was charging out of the courthouse in lower Manhattan one day, and by chance he and I bumped bellies. (He was much larger then, with conked hair and all.)
I immediately took advantage, and got in his face about Twanna Baloney. It turned into a nose to nose, trade spit bark fest.
I’m proud of myself. I never backed up, I never backed down. Here was a man I genuinely disliked. Even though he had celebrity status and I was just a pig farmer from the backwash of PA, ever epithet I ever wanted to use on the guy, I used. With some to spare.
And of course, he responded in kind. Lots of fun for me.
All of sudden, he starts this: “Hole me back, oh Lord HOLE ME BACK, I’m GONNA DO SOMETHIN.”
And all of a sudden there were about 2 dozen of his group pulling him away, pulling me away, wrapping arms around us and pulling us in opposite directions. (No one hurt me, or did anything other than pull us apart.)
I doubt Al baby even remembers it, he’s had so many nose to nose shouts like that.
But for ME, its a day I will take to my grave with a smile.
You’re a lucky frikken dog!;-)
You musta watched the old Morton Downey, Jr. Show.
Interesting story. It’s still my policy to try and avoid debating or arguing with idiots. As George Carlin (?) put it, “They try to drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.”
With lefties, ‘argument’ generally turns into ad hominen and invective. And I don’t have a problem with that. But it’s entertainment, not constructive. They call you a racist, cross their arms, smirk and you say,
“OK. I win.”
God bless you for having the spine.
That was the cue to his bodyguards that he was afraid and on the verge of soiling himself publicly.