Chiefs Remembering My Friend

**gblowfish** · 03-17-2019, 09:49 AM

Three years ago one of my very best friends in the world checked himself out.

We first met in junior high, he was a year ahead of me in school. He taught me how to drink beer, smoke weed, play poker and lie to girls to get them to put out. We played football and baseball together. We played golf together. We were on the debate team together. We were in high school plays together. Every year we'd cuss and discuss the Chiefs, Royals and Tigers. We wrote letters to the KC Star "fan opinion" page before talk radio existed. He was the greatest sports heckler ever. I saw him make Lamar Hunt run away, Reggie Jackson pick up pocket change and Don Fortune blush. We'd play hooky on Fridays around St. Pat's Day and spend the day at the NAIA Basketball Tournament, and laugh at the shitty cheap ass mascots and fat cheerleaders. We had a blast. He was a brother to me in every sense.

Yesterday was the three year anniversary of his death.

I love and miss him terribly. He's in the center of this picture tailgating before a cold Chiefs game sometime around 2000. Mrs. B to the left, my pal Gary to the right.

Drink a toast to my pal Derrek. He was one of a kind. Nobody else like him, and gone way too soon.

03-17-2019, 09:49 AM	Topic Starter
gblowfish Be Kind To Your Pets Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Glorious Independence, MO Casino cash: $17656178 VARSITY	Remembering My Friend Three years ago one of my very best friends in the world checked himself out. We first met in junior high, he was a year ahead of me in school. He taught me how to drink beer, smoke weed, play poker and lie to girls to get them to put out. We played football and baseball together. We played golf together. We were on the debate team together. We were in high school plays together. Every year we'd cuss and discuss the Chiefs, Royals and Tigers. We wrote letters to the KC Star "fan opinion" page before talk radio existed. He was the greatest sports heckler ever. I saw him make Lamar Hunt run away, Reggie Jackson pick up pocket change and Don Fortune blush. We'd play hooky on Fridays around St. Pat's Day and spend the day at the NAIA Basketball Tournament, and laugh at the shitty cheap ass mascots and fat cheerleaders. We had a blast. He was a brother to me in every sense. Yesterday was the three year anniversary of his death. I love and miss him terribly. He's in the center of this picture tailgating before a cold Chiefs game sometime around 2000. Mrs. B to the left, my pal Gary to the right. Drink a toast to my pal Derrek. He was one of a kind. Nobody else like him, and gone way too soon. Attached Thumbnails
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