When I was 16 my Mom sent me to the airport to look for my Dad, who was on a bender and for some reason always seemed to end up drunk at one of the fucking airport bars. This was 1982. Found Pop at the bar. Also at the bar was a shitfaced Billy Martin. He was in the middle of some kind of tirade about the state of baseball.
AcidEvangelist
Minneapolis, MN
March 2004
SEP 30, 2009 08:31 PM