Interesting encounter regarding JJ McCarthy
Random meeting at a bar in Milwaukee of a gentleman who knows the McCarthy family and coached JJ from 2nd to 7th grade. Says he has an incredible work ethic and is throwing the ball 80 yards right now. He was on his way to a wedding, so I hope to talk to him more later, but interesting to hear the gushingly nice things he said about him.
Cool story, bro.
Thanks, bro.
Nice to see just a couple of dudes being bros
OK, Brofessor
Right on, brohemian.
Bromato, Brahmato, let's call the whole thing off.
But what about Bru?
Et tu, Bru???
Rhapsody
Bro Nederlander
I think it's actually a pretty cool story
I want to know if the guy was playing Counterstrike while they talked.
I liked the story brohamulus.
Clearly, if Illinois had mountains, JJ would be throwing over them.
Probably worth a beer in a Milwaukee bar.
Ahh yes. The ole conversation with a random dude at the bar scenario. Depending on the amount of alcohol it is usually 10% truth and 90% bs.
...Not to discount your cool story :)
This very well could be one of those times where it’s 50/50 truth vs bs.
Very possible, but the conversation did not go like this...
"Excuse me, but do you happen to know the McCarthy family and did you coach J.J. during his formative years?"
It was more like...
"Oh, you're a Michigan fan? By the way, you guys got a great quarterback a couple weeks ago... Solid family, great people." So on, so forth...
I shared other folks cynicism until I spent some time talking with him. I was only posting to share that it's nice to hear others say nice things about our recruits.
Sorry I came across douchey. I read the post and pictured it much differently. Here is an upvote for you and thank you for the further elaboration.
I know this story—he big-times him about knowing the QB...then goes to this wedding where, at the reception during the toast, the groom invites all the guests to look under their chairs where they find an envelope. In the envelope is a picture of the bride and best man in a compromising position...
I’m waiting with baited breadth for the post-wedding update...?
But was he playing Counterstrike?
Great post, will revisit in 2025, if we’re still alive
We'll still be alive, but you'll be visiting the post from your implant.
Are you Zager, or Evans?
2525? You may be 500 years early.
Fart noise
poignant
Did I ever tell you about the time I went horseback riding with Brasky, but there weren’t any horses around? Well, Brasky throws a saddle on my back and rides me around Wyoming for three days. Well, wouldn’t you know it, my stamina increases with each day and I develop tremendous leg muscles. So anyway, Brasky decides to enter me in the Breeders’ Cup, right, under the name Turkish Delight. And I’m running in second place, and I’m running and I break my ankle! They’re about to shoot me. Then someone from the crowd yells out, God bless him, ‘Don’t shoot him, he’s a human.
I once saw Brasky scissor-kick Angela Lansbury
Speaking of weddings...
Did I ever tell you about the time Bill Brasky showed up at my daughter’s wedding? You know my daughter, she’s a beautiful girl. Well, Brasky shows up and you know he’s a big fella. Well, he’s standing right between me and my daughter at the ceremony. He’s got no right to be there, but he’s drunk and he’s Brasky. Well, long story short, the priest accidentally marries me and Brasky. We spend the weekend in the Poconos — he loved me like I’ve never been loved before.
He taught me how to love a woman, and how to scold a child.
One time my high school had a pretty fast running back and locals claimed he ran a 4.15 electronic 40.
[he didn't]
One time a bunch of people claimed Kirk Gibson ran a 4.2.
Gibby DOES run a 4.2, laser timed, though...but only from 2nd base to 3rd base, and this includes his lead off. Timer starts when the ball leaves the pitchers hand
Did I ever tell you about the time Brasky took me out to go get a drink with him? We go off looking for a bar and we can’t find one. Finally, Brasky takes me into a vacant lot and says, ‘Here we are.’ Well, we sat there for a year and a half. Sure enough, someone constructed a bar around us. Well, the day they opened it, we ordered a shot, drank it, and then burnt the place to the ground. Brasky yelled over the roar of the flames, ‘Always leave things the way you found them
This Brasky guy you keep talking about sounds like a dick.
The Brasky stories are awesome lol.
Must have been before your time.
Really????
My uncle Eddy's step brothers cousins parents son twice removed talked to someone who knows JJ and said he might part his hair differently tomorrow. Emphasis on MIGHT. I'll talk to all of them later tonight on counterstrike to confirm
This story couldn't possibly get any better. Grade 2 to 7 were huge years for him.
That's true. I peaked athletically in 5th grade.
I played football with a guy like you. He had a mustache in 6th grade and was a total badass. He couldn’t be tackled. Our little farm school football team was blasting the big suburban schools all through middle school. We were undefeated for three years. Unfortunately he stopped growing by 7th grade and everyone caught up with him in high school, but we still have those memories of the middle school years of dominance.
I thought this wouldn’t end well. So glad I’m still disappointed.
Hotel bar?
'Cause those stories always check out.
Mrs. Lippies car is green.
You want some of this milk?
Does he play counterstrike though?