Baseball players can't fight.Randyman wrote:It turns out that 5' 6" Danny Bonaduce did better than anyone thought he would against 6' 4' Jose Conseco, or maybe Jose Conseco is actually even worse than everyone initially thought. Either way they fought to a draw on Saturday night in their celebrity boxing match. Go here for the story:
http://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8 ... duce+fight
Randy
I met Reg a couple of times in the 1980s. He seemed to like me because I am a twin. The famous Gutteridge twins were, of course, Reg's dad and Reg's uncle. Reg was a very underrated commentator. He lost something when they paired him with Jim Watt, in my opinion. On his own Reg knew how to do a great fight justice.scartissue wrote:http://www.sportinglife.com/boxing/n...utteridge.html
Just heard Reg Gutteridge died. Never heard any of his commentary but I enjoyed his writing. Bennie, your thoughts?
Scartissue
Randy...The price's on the menu say it all, the 1950's, 65 cents for a humburger comb.? "Wow".Randyman wrote:Frank, I found this old Bob Big Boy's menu years ago while cleaning out my father's garage. From the late 50's or very early 60's. Maybe the steaks was better back then. I had a steak at Norm's once, it was mealy and tasteless, ditto for Denny's.kikibalt wrote:Bob's Big Boy
A new Bob's Big Boy was open in West Covina about a month ago,
today James asked Connie and I if we wanted to go try it, hey, I'm
always ready to eat, so I said yes, so did Connie, we get there about
3:00pm, Connie tells me, "you know this is going to be your dinner, I'm
not cooking tonight", I said ok, "I'll have a top sirloin steak", well never
again will I eat a steak at Bob's Big Boy, that steak was like an old piece
of dry leather, so now Connie is cooking tonight.... ;;-)
Btw, Connie and James had burgers, which they said were great...go figure
Pico Rivera has the distinction of having two of the best steakhouses in the Los Angeles area. both the Steak and Stein and the Del Rae were voted by the Los Angeles Times few years back as two of the top five Steakhouses in Los Angeles. Del Rae refuses to serve a steak knife with their steaks. They claim the meat is so tender all you need is a butter knife.
Randy
Pug...I once knocked a Jack-In-The-Box out, in 1969, I with some other guys drove with some Jr. boxers to Phoenix Arizona to a Jr. boxing show, at that time I had a 1966 Chevy. pick-up with a camper on it, one of the guys was my late brother-in-law Willie, (Was married to my sister, Annie) when I first mentioned to Willie about going to Phoenix, he said yeah, he would go, but he said I had to promise him that I would take a picture of him with an Indian woman, no problem I said, one of the other guys was my wife's late brother-in-law Joe, when we left home Joe and Willie were riding in the back (inside the camper), when we made our first stop, Willie jumped out of the camper yelling "I ain't riding with that a-hole no more", I told Willie he could ride in the front, got back on the road, made another stop, everybody got out to stretch out, like lover Joe and Wiliie made up, they are going to ride in the back again, next stop its Joe that jumped out yelling, now its Joe riding in the front.Expug wrote:I dont know of any Big Boys here in Chitown.
We used to have Jack in the Box though.
Crap food.
I wonder what kind of chin the jack in the box had.
Whenever they took your order through the jack in the box head, it made ya wanna bounce a left hook off the big plastic cranium.You couldnt understand the guy on the other end.
I never got a chance to test it out as the chain left the area before some of my wilder days took hold.
Yeah!, but, its empty!!.....dagosd2000 wrote:He sure has a big head.kikibalt wrote:Rog,
Big Bob is a moron.....
Pug . . . The same year that Frank knocked over the Jack head in Phoenix, I was 17 and worked at a JAck-in-the-box with my heavyweight stablemate Alan "Kit Boursse. Al was Jerry Quarry's amateur sparring partner and fought Ron Lyle in the '70 Nat'l GG's tournament. Al and I would worl alone in the restaurant on Sunday evenings and had our share of condlicts with local "low riders" who occasionally tried to get out of line. We had a few fights, and Sunday's became very peaceful at the normally wild location. Al and I had hurt a couple of the Vatos and the little baby's decided to take a couple of gunshots at the store after it was closed. The next morning, we get a call from the manager who tells us that the speaker clown had a few wounds as well as the big head on top of the pole in front. When we stopped by later in the day, we found the JAck clown head on top of the speaker had been torched and had melted. We could not stop laughing. There was the bright yellow clown hat sitting atop a mound of melted plastic. This was retaliation for the tire iron I'd tossed thrown thru the rear window of the low rider car as it tried to speed away from the front of the store after we confronted them outside. In addition to the tire iron that smashed the rear window, Al had done his own "body work" to the beautifully painted car with his jack, which he used to slam the trunk as they fled. They wouldn't fight us, we had already punched more than one right thru the front window. The police suggested we find another place to work to avoid retaliation. Didn't matter, Al got his draft notice and joined the Nat'l Guard, and I turned professional. It was best we left, Al had hunting artillery in his trunk and judging by the way things were escalating, somebody was going to get shot. Life is to short, as the Jack clown head would discover. To the deceased JAck clown head of store #399 . . . Rest in peace. The store was closed down shortly after we left. Ironically, Al would become a San Bernardinio County Deputy Sheriff for a couple of years, before quitting to pursue his education. He was killed in 1989 by a freight train while attempting to rescue a retarded child who had wandered on to the tracks in front of an on-coming freight train. One of the boys was saved, a second and Al were killed by the train. Al Boursse was a true hero and I miss him. He was my closest friend during the best years of my life.kikibalt wrote:Pug...I once knocked a Jack-In-The-Box out, in 1969, I with some other guys drove with some Jr. boxers to Phoenix Arizona to a Jr. boxing show, at that time I had a 1966 Chevy. pick-up with a camper on it, one of the guys was my late brother-in-law Willie, (Was married to my sister, Annie) when I first mentioned to Willie about going to Phoenix, he said yeah, he would go, but he said I had to promise him that I would take a picture of him with an Indian woman, no problem I said, one of the other guys was my wife's late brother-in-law Joe, when we left home Joe and Willie were riding in the back (inside the camper), when we made our first stop, Willie jumped out of the camper yelling "I ain't riding with that a-hole no more", I told Willie he could ride in the front, got back on the road, made another stop, everybody got out to stretch out, like lover Joe and Wiliie made up, they are going to ride in the back again, next stop its Joe that jumped out yelling, now its Joe riding in the front.Expug wrote:I dont know of any Big Boys here in Chitown.
We used to have Jack in the Box though.
Crap food.
I wonder what kind of chin the jack in the box had.
Whenever they took your order through the jack in the box head, it made ya wanna bounce a left hook off the big plastic cranium.You couldnt understand the guy on the other end.
I never got a chance to test it out as the chain left the area before some of my wilder days took hold.
We pulled into Phoenix at 4 in the morning and we see one of those open 24 hours Jack-In-The-Box, I was half asleep when I pulled into the drive-thru and hit and knock the clown on his ass, after we parked, I went inside and what do I see, two Indian women, they were about Willie's size, 250 lbs., but shorter, I ran outside and told Willie, "Willie!,I found your Indian woman" got Willie inside and I asked the bigger of the two women if it was alright for me to take a picture of her and Willie, she said yes, afterward she kept calling Willie "Baby", all the way home Willie kept telling me, "you can't show that picture to Annie", which of course was the first thing I did.....
See, more proof that people were smarter back in the day.kikibalt wrote:
Early 1960's Jack-In-The-Box
Not to mention getting hit by a pick-up....Expug wrote:See, more proof that people were smarter back in the day.kikibalt wrote:
Early 1960's Jack-In-The-Box
The Jack in the Box is high up on the roof so it would be harder to torch.
It must have been in the seventies that the corporate suits at Jack in the box let down their guards and put the big plastic cranium in danger by lowering him in to shooting and torching range.
kikibalt wrote:Not to mention getting hit by a pick-up....Expug wrote:See, more proof that people were smarter back in the day.kikibalt wrote:
Early 1960's Jack-In-The-Box
The Jack in the Box is high up on the roof so it would be harder to torch.
It must have been in the seventies that the corporate suits at Jack in the box let down their guards and put the big plastic cranium in danger by lowering him in to shooting and torching range.
I wonder if the executives who came up with the Jack in the Box symbol/statue, whatever the hell it is,thought that he was gonna take a beating.
[/quote][/quote][/quote]Rick Farris wrote:See, more proof that people were smarter back in the day.
The Jack in the Box is high up on the roof so it would be harder to torch.
It must have been in the seventies that the corporate suits at Jack in the box let down their guards and put the big plastic cranium in danger by lowering him in to shooting and torching range.
beautiful.The clown deserved the arrows.For the taste of them tacos alone!They sold tacos at J-I-T-B?Expug wrote:See, more proof that people were smarter back in the day.
The Jack in the Box is high up on the roof so it would be harder to torch.
It must have been in the seventies that the corporate suits at Jack in the box let down their guards and put the big plastic cranium in danger by lowering him in to shooting and torching range.
Pug . . . We had a clown on a tower in front, and a smaller one atop the speaker. The speaker Jack took the hit. However, Al had this cross bow, and we took a few shots, literally three arrows were a part of that head for months and nobody said a word. One of the arrows had taken out a piece out of the back of the head.
-Rick
The first Jack In The Box opened in San Diego.Its corporate offices are here. The first Jack In The Box is now a taco stand by the trolley that passes by Pet Co Park.It seems every KFC,Jack In The BOx,or McDonalds that goes belly up winds up being a taco stand. I used to work at Jack In The Box as a kid. Everyone who came up to the drive thru at night was drunk. Sometimes they'd ask,"Where's Jack?"kikibalt wrote:
Early 1960's Jack-In-The-Box
You haven't lived until you've had Jack's tacos. Ground up fatty meat soaked in grease inside a stale taco shell. Ask for hot sauce and they give you watered down ketchup. :(kikibalt wrote:They sold tacos at J-I-T-B?Expug wrote:See, more proof that people were smarter back in the day.
The Jack in the Box is high up on the roof so it would be harder to torch.
It must have been in the seventies that the corporate suits at Jack in the box let down their guards and put the big plastic cranium in danger by lowering him in to shooting and torching range.
Pug . . . We had a clown on a tower in front, and a smaller one atop the speaker. The speaker Jack took the hit. However, Al had this cross bow, and we took a few shots, literally three arrows were a part of that head for months and nobody said a word. One of the arrows had taken out a piece out of the back of the head.
-Rick
