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They look very similar.

Screw_Michigan wrote:They look very similar.

Well, no they don't. Other than the fact they're two old white guys with white hair.



Remember when this guy robbed Armando Galarraga of a perfect game?

BSmack wrote:

IndyFrisco wrote:

BSmack wrote:I was familiar with some of the establishments in that town. Sounds like either Bucklands or Broadwells.

Was it a titty bar and was an IB looking mammal yelling at you as you left? Maybe it was the place Terry found his 'mate...

Not many black folk up in Oswego. And I don't recall any titty bars in town. Oswego, NY is home of SUNY Oswego and the bars tended to cater to college kids who want to get as drunk as possible as cheaply as possible. Bucklands and Broadwells were two of the more notorious places on the main strip in Oswego.

I'm pretty sure it was one of those two, but for the life of me I can't remember which one. Doesn't really matter, anyway.

To finish the story: I was in college at the time and home for fall break. My brother was in school in Oswego and my parents were headed up there for Parents' Weekend. I decided to go, and as it turned out, I stayed the night. I'm heading to the bar for a refill when all of a sudden right in front of me one guy just hauls off and punches another guy in the face. Instantly I hear "Bouncers to the dance floor," and I realize this situation is about to get real ugly in a hurry if another punch is thrown. I bear-hug the guy who just got hit (around his arms so he can't hit me), jerk him off to my left, step between him and the guy who hit him, gesture with my head at the guy who threw the punch, then turn to his buddies and say, "He's outta here." And they took him out. I held the other guy until they left, then let him go. Fight over, just like that.

Oh, and I didn't get married until about 13 years after that.

Would I try that again today? I don't think so.

Terry in Crapchester wrote:...jerk him off...

what the hell?






P.S. ~ Happy Canada Day, Scott

Martyred wrote:

Terry in Crapchester wrote:...jerk him off...

what the hell?

According to ucant, that's not gay, as long as Terry got some coin for doing it.

Sudden Sam wrote:

Martyred wrote: P.S. ~ Happy Canada Day, Scott

Canada Day was established to celebrate my birthday.

Happy Birthday, Sam!

Terry in Crapchester wrote:I bear-hug the guy

Terry in Crapchester wrote:jerk him off

Terry in Crapchester wrote:step between him

Terry in Crapchester wrote:gesture with my head

Terry in Crapchester wrote:I'm pretty sure it was one of those two, but for the life of me I can't remember which one. Doesn't really matter, anyway.

To finish the story: I was in college at the time and home for fall break. My brother was in school in Oswego and my parents were headed up there for Parents' Weekend. I decided to go, and as it turned out, I stayed the night. I'm heading to the bar for a refill when all of a sudden right in front of me one guy just hauls off and punches another guy in the face. Instantly I hear "Bouncers to the dance floor," and I realize this situation is about to get real ugly in a hurry if another punch is thrown. I bear-hug the guy who just got hit (around his arms so he can't hit me), jerk him off to my left, step between him and the guy who hit him, gesture with my head at the guy who threw the punch, then turn to his buddies and say, "He's outta here." And they took him out. I held the other guy until they left, then let him go. Fight over, just like that.

Oh, and I didn't get married until about 13 years after that.

Would I try that again today? I don't think so.

If I were forced to bet, I would guess that it was Bucklands. The bar at Bucklands was right on top of the dance floor. At Broadwells the bar was slightly removed from the dance floor.

Broadwell's was a hole in the wall, Bucklands was THE hole in the wall. I actually get a little sick to my stomach thinking that I drank there. I've seen frat houses that were in a much better state than Bucklands. Small wonder that it was the first of the 3 "Bermuda Triangle" bars to be condemned. Broadwell's died a few years later when the owner sold out and they built a McDonalds on the site. The only place left near campus is The Woodshed. Otherwise the kids have to take the Blue Bus down to Water Street and 1st St. to get their kicks.

The only fight I've been in as an adult happened around 15 years ago. Not long after my wife and I got married. We were coming home from the laundromat and had to stop at the quick mart to get a few things. The store had one of those self serve hotdog cookers with a counter where you could add your toppings like mustard ketchup onions and things. There were two hispanic lawn care workers at the counter fixing their hotdogs. My wife and I walked by them and they happened to be clowning around with each other but I couldn't understand their language. Anyway right when I walked by one of them was laughing and he turned quickly with the ketchup bottle and some of it shot out onto my shirt. I was shocked at that moment and remember saying "What are you doing man?". Then I remember his eyes got real big like he was offended by my words somehow. After that moment I don't remember anything except my wife was helping me on the ground. My lip was bleeding and I had a scratch on my cheek that later turned into a very deep bruise. My head was foggy and I was really confused for about 10 minutes. I eventually got it together and understood that the man had sucker punched me. The store manager said that the two lawn guys bolted out of the store and he didn't see what happened but would call the police if I wanted. I just wanted to get out of there. So we didn't do anything and I have no idea why the guy reacted that way. It was only after we got home a while later that anger began to build up in me over the incident. I was beaten up a little bit and it hurt. And my shirt was stained. I thought about going back to the store and calling the police to file a report. But I let it pass. It wasn't really even a fight. Just an assault. One of the strangest events of my life. I still wonder to this day what he thought I said to him.

Degenerate gambling racist.

BSmack wrote:

Terry in Crapchester wrote:I'm pretty sure it was one of those two, but for the life of me I can't remember which one. Doesn't really matter, anyway.

To finish the story: I was in college at the time and home for fall break. My brother was in school in Oswego and my parents were headed up there for Parents' Weekend. I decided to go, and as it turned out, I stayed the night. I'm heading to the bar for a refill when all of a sudden right in front of me one guy just hauls off and punches another guy in the face. Instantly I hear "Bouncers to the dance floor," and I realize this situation is about to get real ugly in a hurry if another punch is thrown. I bear-hug the guy who just got hit (around his arms so he can't hit me), jerk him off to my left, step between him and the guy who hit him, gesture with my head at the guy who threw the punch, then turn to his buddies and say, "He's outta here." And they took him out. I held the other guy until they left, then let him go. Fight over, just like that.

Oh, and I didn't get married until about 13 years after that.

Would I try that again today? I don't think so.

If I were forced to bet, I would guess that it was Bucklands. The bar at Bucklands was right on top of the dance floor. At Broadwells the bar was slightly removed from the dance floor.

Broadwell's was a hole in the wall, Bucklands was THE hole in the wall. I actually get a little sick to my stomach thinking that I drank there. I've seen frat houses that were in a much better state than Bucklands. Small wonder that it was the first of the 3 "Bermuda Triangle" bars to be condemned. Broadwell's died a few years later when the owner sold out and they built a McDonalds on the site. The only place left near campus is The Woodshed. Otherwise the kids have to take the Blue Bus down to Water Street and 1st St. to get their kicks.

so, they closed the joint down? where's a guy go, nowadays in CNY to jerk someone off....to the left?

BSmack wrote:

Terry in Crapchester wrote:I'm pretty sure it was one of those two, but for the life of me I can't remember which one. Doesn't really matter, anyway.

To finish the story: I was in college at the time and home for fall break. My brother was in school in Oswego and my parents were headed up there for Parents' Weekend. I decided to go, and as it turned out, I stayed the night. I'm heading to the bar for a refill when all of a sudden right in front of me one guy just hauls off and punches another guy in the face. Instantly I hear "Bouncers to the dance floor," and I realize this situation is about to get real ugly in a hurry if another punch is thrown. I bear-hug the guy who just got hit (around his arms so he can't hit me), jerk him off to my left, step between him and the guy who hit him, gesture with my head at the guy who threw the punch, then turn to his buddies and say, "He's outta here." And they took him out. I held the other guy until they left, then let him go. Fight over, just like that.

Oh, and I didn't get married until about 13 years after that.

Would I try that again today? I don't think so.

If I were forced to bet, I would guess that it was Bucklands. The bar at Bucklands was right on top of the dance floor. At Broadwells the bar was slightly removed from the dance floor.

Broadwell's was a hole in the wall, Bucklands was THE hole in the wall. I actually get a little sick to my stomach thinking that I drank there. I've seen frat houses that were in a much better state than Bucklands. Small wonder that it was the first of the 3 "Bermuda Triangle" bars to be condemned. Broadwell's died a few years later when the owner sold out and they built a McDonalds on the site. The only place left near campus is The Woodshed. Otherwise the kids have to take the Blue Bus down to Water Street and 1st St. to get their kicks.

I didn't spend enough time in Oswego to really know the difference. I do remember, though, that one of the locals in town around that time was a dead ringer for this guy:



I'm guessing that was a cultivated look, if for no other reason than I suspect there aren't many people who look anything like Sammy when they make their first appearance outside their mommy's tummy.

I don't even remember the guy's real name, I always called him Sammy. I think he preferred that to his real name, whatever it was. Dude looked enough like Sammy Hagar that he probably could've gotten work as a celebrity look-alike, if there was enough demand for a Sammy Hagar look-alike.

smackaholic wrote:so, they closed the joint down? where's a guy go, nowadays in CNY to jerk someone off....to the left?

There's still a fair number of bars in Oswego. They're just now concentrated in the business district as opposed to the old days when people were putting bars in any old place they could get a liquor license for. They used to convert houses into bars in Oswego. In fact one of my favorite places to drink was a place called the Shackey Patch that was a multi-family rental that had been converted into a bar smack dab in the middle of an otherwise peaceful residential area. It even had a fenced in backyard you could drink in. Which was why we loved the place. Because you could smuggle whatever kind of booze you wanted over or through the fence. Crazy times in CNY.

Terry in Crapchester wrote:I don't even remember the guy's real name, I always called him Sammy. I think he preferred that to his real name, whatever it was. Dude looked enough like Sammy Hagar that he probably could've gotten work as a celebrity look-alike, if there was enough demand for a Sammy Hagar look-alike.

Don't remember ever running into Sammy. The only noteworthy townie I ever met was this Manson looking motherfucker I ran into at Broadwell's who claimed to have been a tunnel rat in Vietnam. He seemed a little taller (about 6 foot or so) than someone who would have been a tunnel rat and he didn't look quite old enough to have been in Nam. But he was crazier than a shithouse rat, so we just let him babble on.