I love me some ketchup samiches! - Michael Irvin

[Fernando Fernandez]

This explains alot...and it has to do with a story I'm sure you won't believe.

In '95 on our first visit to Dallas...we had tickets for the first game(Phil Monday night- Sec 22 Row 22 Seats 21-22 The 'Emmitt Zone' ) but not the next week against the 49ers.

I spent the next week asking anyone and everyone for available tickets with no luck. Then one day while I took my wife boot shopping, I was talking to a guy that worked there and told him of my quest for tickets. He told me give him a minute, and he'd make a call for me.

He made the call, and waived me over to give me the phone. The guy on the other end said he could help me, and said stay at the boot shop and he'd be there in 15 minutes. While I waited, the guy told me his name was 'Skinny', and that he was Michael Irvin's brother...and great friends with Tony Dorsett.

Yeah, well I didn't care if he is Jeffrey Dahmer's brother, I just needed some tickets. I waited outside and soon enough a tall skinny guy showed up. Told me he had already sold his best seats for the game....but could get us into the Stadium Club for the game for $125 a piece.

I reached for my wallet, and he said hold onto the cash til gameday...meet him at gate 1(I believe-steps away from the walking bridge that crossed the highway) and call him on the phone and he'd come and get us.

Right up to game time I was quite suspect of the whole ting...but sure enough, I made the call and here he came. Took us in a side door past security("they're with me"), up an escalater and dang if we weren't in the Stadium Club.

Asked me if it was good enough, I said yes and settled up the ante. Full buffet and didn't have to pay for drinks(glittered schnapps in test tubes was the featured drink of the day) and we proceeded to watch the Niners spank us.

Who cared?!? We're rubbing shoulders with Eugene Lockhart and sure enough...Tony Dorsett. At halftime 'Skinny' came up to me and told me he and Tony were leaving and invited us up to the Cowboy Cafe afterwards. We made the trek, and shared a table with them all for a couple of hours(Dorsett was not a very sociable guy...so I didn't buy the bastid a drink!)

Over the next couple of years, I came to rely on Skinny for all our Cowboy needs. He'd call me in the off season to see if we were coming, to "keep his lines in the water" as he'd say. One year he gave us Tony's season tickets for a game...the 50 yard line.

I asked him one day what his real name was...and he told me Mike. "How could this be?" I asked. He said they had the same mom, but different dads...and his real dad lived in nearby Alliance, Ohio.

I've since lost Skinny's number..and lost contact with him. I'm hoping to run into him HOF weekend...but I know it's a longshot. I'll never really know if he is really Michael's brother...but from our experiences and the doors he opened for us (including Valley Ranch) who am I to ask?

Could it be Shango????

 

[CrazyCowboy]

Yeah, well I didn't care if he is Jeffrey Dahmer's brother

Gotta admit....that is wanting tickets

 

[cowboyeric8]

Anybody else find it ironic she had 69 kids? Ha, sorry I'll get my mind out of the gutter.

My grandma had 12 kids, shes a saint. Not so much anymore because she went through cancer, but she used to have these bulging biceps, ha kind of cool for an old lady. It came from carrying kids in her arms most of her life. Ha, good Catholic family, it was really common in my town for the families to have over 10 kids.

 

[Zaxor]

MUM: Come on, now. Out you go. Now, uh, Vincent, Tessa, Valerie, Janine, Martha, Andrew, Thomas, Walter, Pat, Linda, Michael, Evadne, Alice, Dominique, and Sasha, it's your bedtime.

CHILDREN: Aww, Mum!

MUM: Now, don't argue!

Laura, Alfred, Nigel, Annie, Simon, Amanda,--

DAD: Wait! I've got something to tell the whole family.

MUM: Oh, quick. Go and get the others in, Gordon.

CHILDREN: What could it be? Shhh...

DAD: The mill's closed! There's no more work. We're destitute.

CHILDREN: [talking]

DAD: Come in, my little loves. I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments.

CHILDREN: [whining]

DAD: No, no. That's the way it is, my loves. Blame the Catholic church for not letting me wear one of those little rubber things. Oh, they've done some wonderful things in their time. They preserved the might and majesty, the mystery of the Church of Rome, and the sanctity of the sacraments, the indivisible oneness of the Trinity, but if they'd let me wear one of those little rubber things on the end of my @#$%, we wouldn't be in the mess we are now.
MUSIC...

I just love Monty Python

 

[YosemiteSam]

It isn't even close.

69 kids from one woman by a lady in Russia.

The highest officially recorded number of children born to one mother is 69, to the first wife of Feodor Vassilyev (1707-1782) of Shuya, Russia. Between 1725 and 1765, in a total of 27 confinements, she gave birth to 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of [FONT=verdana,geneva,lucida,&quot][FONT=verdana,geneva,lucida,&quot]triplets[/FONT][/FONT], and four sets of quadruplets. 67 of them survived infancy.

I want so bad to comment on this, but I'm sure I will get ban quick!

 

[Eddie]

Hard luck stories are interesting.

Ketchup sandwiches.

My wife's brother was sent to a labor camp at age 10 because there was no food.

My wife's grandfather was shot by the Red Guard because he owned property.

My wife's mother was beaten by the Red Guard while carrying ... 8 months pregnant.

To some, a ketchup sandwich is a luxury.

 

[1fisher]

I used to eat tomato sandwiches w/ mayo

Heck..... I still do!

 

[Seven]

Hard luck stories are interesting.

Ketchup sandwiches.

My wife's brother was sent to a labor camp at age 10 because there was no food.

My wife's grandfather was shot by the Red Guard because he owned property.

My wife's mother was beaten by the Red Guard while carrying ... 8 months pregnant.

To some, a ketchup sandwich is a luxury.

You sir, are a ray of sunshine. What's yor take on 69 kids?

 

[burmafrd]

That story about the 69 kids - that has got to be false.
There is no way back then that any woman ( and especially in RUSSIA which was even worse) could have survived trying to carry that many to term.
Not to mention there is no way she kept having twins - let alone all the rest.
During the communist regime there were stories like that that made Soviets look like super men. They tried to take credit for inventing virtually everything. This is just more of that BS.

 

[Big Country]

Fertile Myrtle the baby machine.

She must've been part termite

 

[Sarge]

i had to eat mayo sandwiches at one point in life too. Going through that really does make you appreciate a Ribeye these days.

No doubt - I've been down the ketchup sandwich road myself.

 

[Yeagermeister]

No doubt - I've been down the ketchup sandwich road myself.

I'm good with ketchup as long as there is a burger patty in it.

 

[Sarge]

I'm good with ketchup as long as there is a burger patty in it.

Where I grew up - they call that filet mignon...........

 

[1fisher]

I'm good with ketchup as long as there is a burger patty in it.

My bologna has a first name it's _ _ _ _ _....................

 

[QT]

Anyone remember when Irvin was drafted? It showed his family jumpin up and down at their Miami house. Then Michael says that the boys are gonna win the superbowl. Unfortunately not under Tom Landry.

 

[Yeagermeister]

My bologna has a first name it's _ _ _ _ _....................

BBQ bologna aka poor boy bbq

 

[1fisher]

BBQ bologna aka poor boy bbq

 

[Yeagermeister]

Oh like you have never heard that before

 

[1fisher]

Oh like you have never heard that before

What do you think??? Remember, I live in Walnut!

HOME OF THE MIGHTY WILDCATS!

 

[SupermanXx]

Hard luck stories are interesting.

Ketchup sandwiches.

My wife's brother was sent to a labor camp at age 10 because there was no food.

My wife's grandfather was shot by the Red Guard because he owned property.

My wife's mother was beaten by the Red Guard while carrying ... 8 months pregnant.

To some, a ketchup sandwich is a luxury.

Everyone has "hard luck stories" in their own life's perspective and nothing should be demeaned only because someone else went through something harder