Mad4Macs
08-22-2006, 05:12 PM
I took a u-turn off of memory lane an hour ago, and was wondering...
Hey, all you military and Ex-types, law enforcement and what-not; all of us, at one time, knew the "One Man" among us that became a Legend, so let's talk!
First of all, none of that mambi-pambi "I think I'm so bad" crap, but lets share tales of guys like Mr P. "Andy" Anderson" of USS Birmingham (SSN 695). We'll see where this goes :cool:
Outside of SubBase Pearl, not too far down Nimitz Hghwy, was a bar of a "less than reputable" nature called Gussie L'Amour's, and that's where the legend of Andy began.
Andy... picture a big man. A Montana man. Raised out in Big Sky country, throwing bales of hay around like most of us toss out the morning paper. One night at Gussie's, a 'lil guy who'd had too much to drink, accosted Andy after he'd warned the drunk to lay off the waitresses. I remember this guy, shoving his finger into Andy, saying over and over, "buddy, you better stay in the bar because when you leave, I'll be waiting for you.I've got something for you, man!". Andy, pretty much unimpressed, gave the guy his best "whatever, punk" and we commenced to drink.
Fast forward a few hours? Dunno, but as the night ended, we walked out to the parking lot where sure enough, the Idiot was there, stick in hand, and coming straight at Andy. I kid you not, Andy looked right at him and said "Buddy, you'd better go out and find yourself a bigger stick".
Me? I'd have thought twice about it, made an apology and went home.
The drunk? Nope. He rushed in and quicker than I thought possible, Andy had one hand around his throat, the other around his hip, picked him up straight over his head, and threw the fool to the ground.
I took a quick look at the guy, made a comment like "hey, he isn't moving" as we stepped over him, then loaded up in Andy's '66 Stang and went back to base.
And that's just ONE of the stories that made Andy a legend :beer:
Hey, all you military and Ex-types, law enforcement and what-not; all of us, at one time, knew the "One Man" among us that became a Legend, so let's talk!
First of all, none of that mambi-pambi "I think I'm so bad" crap, but lets share tales of guys like Mr P. "Andy" Anderson" of USS Birmingham (SSN 695). We'll see where this goes :cool:
Outside of SubBase Pearl, not too far down Nimitz Hghwy, was a bar of a "less than reputable" nature called Gussie L'Amour's, and that's where the legend of Andy began.
Andy... picture a big man. A Montana man. Raised out in Big Sky country, throwing bales of hay around like most of us toss out the morning paper. One night at Gussie's, a 'lil guy who'd had too much to drink, accosted Andy after he'd warned the drunk to lay off the waitresses. I remember this guy, shoving his finger into Andy, saying over and over, "buddy, you better stay in the bar because when you leave, I'll be waiting for you.I've got something for you, man!". Andy, pretty much unimpressed, gave the guy his best "whatever, punk" and we commenced to drink.
Fast forward a few hours? Dunno, but as the night ended, we walked out to the parking lot where sure enough, the Idiot was there, stick in hand, and coming straight at Andy. I kid you not, Andy looked right at him and said "Buddy, you'd better go out and find yourself a bigger stick".
Me? I'd have thought twice about it, made an apology and went home.
The drunk? Nope. He rushed in and quicker than I thought possible, Andy had one hand around his throat, the other around his hip, picked him up straight over his head, and threw the fool to the ground.
I took a quick look at the guy, made a comment like "hey, he isn't moving" as we stepped over him, then loaded up in Andy's '66 Stang and went back to base.
And that's just ONE of the stories that made Andy a legend :beer: