Dog gone it
I probably have enough stories from covering three Olympics to cover a couple of chapters in my memoirs.
One that will forever stick in my mind was the night in 1988 that Bill Benner, then with the Indianapolis Star, and a few other guys went to dinner. It was my first time to visit the hustling, bustling district of Itaewon, and my first time to eat in a local restaurant. I think this was about my second night, and long before I discovered the Nashville Club that served real American hamburgers.
I had no idea what to order so Bill, who had arrived in Seoul, Korea a week earlier said he’d be glad to order.
He knew I had a fondness for Mexican food but he suggested the lettuce wraps.
That was five years before P.F. Chang’s opened the doors on its first restaurant, but Bill described it as sort of a taco but with lettuce instead of a tortilla.
So they brought the freshly grilled meat, lettuce, spices and some veggies.
It was just okay, a little on the stringy side and slightly tart, but anyone who has traveled outside the USA knows things just taste different.
After we finished the lady brought our check, looked down and said: “Good dog?”
I immediately looked under the table to check out her pet and I was about half bent over when I heard Bill’s laughter and his explanation to the other guys I had eaten dog.
I could have won the 100 meters that night as I sprinted to the rest room.
Bill and I have remained friends all these years, he’s an assistant commissioner with the Horizon League now, but I’ve never gone out to eat with him again.
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you ate dog meat? now it all makes sense.
That reminds me of a story also….
One night back in 1985, the golden years for collecting baseball cards by the way….I was having lunch with an old friend named Bill Brasky. He was a ten foot tall beast of a man who weighed around 480lbs.
Sitting smack dab in the middle of the everglades at a little restaurant called Sue’s, were enjoying our lunch and minding our own business when the roof blew completely off. Brasky didnt hesitate to start building a new roof out of Alligator skins and mud. Much to my surprise, he had cooked up everyone of those gators and everyone in the restaurant applauded.
I puked for 7 days straight and haven’t been back since.
One time at Christmas I was at my Uncle Henry’s. He’s a basket case but when it comes to fly fishing the man is a genius. He’s caught Rainbow, flathead, marble, Biwa, not to mention the state record Brown.
Anyway, we were all sitting there drinking eggnog when his best friend Bill Brasky showed up dressed as Santa Clause and handed out our presents. I kid you not, Bill Brasky then squatted in the center of the living room floor and and out came 5 spotted eggs.
We made more egg nog and had a great time, carrying on through the night. I still haven’t been able to figure out how Mr Brasky squatted out those eggs.
Wow. It’s the Jonathan and Jason show! When will you be performing again? Although I wonder, which one is the ventriloquist and which one is the dummy?
The whole goal, was to point out the beautiful story wally told us that pertained to nothing.
Being you are slobbing Wally, you in this case would be the dummy.
Great comeback Jonathan! Did you learn that one from your 2nd grader?
Too weak to reply. Step it up a bit Clark.
You are right. I must be too weak. I guess you win!