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The last time I looked forward to the NFL season so much was 1989. And what a year 1989 was for 49ers fans…[/quote]
How old are you? I didn’t really start paying attention to football until the later 90’s in my late teens.[/quote]
I’m 33 and started going to games at the 'Stick in the '84 season. My first distinct memory about football that involved actually being aware of what was going on in the game was when I saw Jim Burt knock Montana the fuck out in the '86 playoffs. I was devastated and was convinced Montana was going to die. [/quote]
You remember a ball game from when you were 5 or 6? I can’t remember shit-all from when I was 5 or 6. Your drug/alcohol history described in other threads must have been grossly exaggerated. [/quote]
I remember everything. I’ll remember you questioning me. I remember our avatar bet, too, so don’t think I’m going to forget.
And I was 7 when Burt knocked out Montana. I even remember going to the barber with my mom earlier that week and getting my hair cut like Joe Montana.[/quote]
So, one Wednesday night around 11:00 p.m., circa fall of 1991, like we usually did, me and a few buddies wondered into Panamas after our ski team meeting to enjoy a few Texas teas. The place was mostly empty, except for a few people sitting at a table tucked away in the back, kinda in the dark.
After a few teas, one of my buddies whispers, "hey, over in the corner, isn’t that Joe Montana?’ And I replied, “You mean that guy sitting next to Steve Young?” So he giggles and says, “Yeah,” “watch this.”
He was a bit in the bag, and stumbles over to their table, and points at Montana with a boyish look of wonder on his face, and stammers, “aren’t you, . . . aren’t you, . . . aren’t you, . . . Steve Bono?”
Man oh man, Montana looked pissed, but Steve Young almost fell out of his chair laughing. It was fucking brilliant.
True story.
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You’re so full of shit it’s now started to spill out of your fucking mouth and onto your keyboard.
Montana would NEVER have gone out with Young for a drink, let alone at fucking Panama’s of all places. Didn’t you have any class when you went to Chico? Those with panache go to the Oasis![/quote]
Yes, I did frequent the O, but only on dime (yes, a plastic cup of beer was ten fucking cents and you could order ten at a time) beer night.
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The Oasis has actually turned into a complete shithole. I go there every now and then on Sundays during the NFL season because they have free pool then. There’s some half-drunk bum passed out underneath the snooker table in the back corner, the bartenders are all a bunch of whores strung out on meth, half the crowd in there are a bunch of suicidal locals and it’s now the place to go when hipsters want to be ironic.
From what I hear it used to be THE place to hang out back in the day. Most of the kids these days like to hang out at LaSalle’s or The Bear (some things never change) or this new place called The Beach, which is another overly-pretentious club that strictly caters to the students transplanted from Orange County. The Normal Street Bar closed a couple years ago and the building is still vacant.
The orchard fags still go to the Crazy Horse.[/quote]
I already hate “the Beach” and I’ve never been there. I was always partial to Joes for a good bloody and anywhere there was a good drink special.
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I took back-to-back-to-back shots of Liquid Cocaine the last time I was in Joe’s and puked all over the bar about 30 seconds after the third one. I haven’t been back since.
I’ll tell you man, there are some things about Chico that have changed over the years, but in general it’s still the same good, old college town it’s always been. My dad went here back in the mid-to-late 70’s and every time he comes up to visit he just rambles on and on about how nothing has changed at all here. I love this town, even if it is perpetually economically depressed. The trees are all bigger, I suppose, but not much else has really changed. The part of campus along 2nd Street between Ivy and Normal has really changed a lot, but that’s about it. That, and the new gym on 1st and Cherry. Earl Mansion, in all it’s glory and splendor, is still there (that big, brown Victorian on the northwest corner of 3rd and Hazel), Bear Hole and Salmon Hole are still the spots to hang out at, there’s still tons of people floating down the Sac to Beer Can Beach and then on to Scotty’s every weekend (just went down the river myself a couple weeks ago), and the sluts still carry STD’s at a rate of about 1 in 5.[/quote]
I had a buddy from out of town who bet a bartender at Joes she couldn’t make him puke. He “won” the bet. He didn’t puke, but it took four of us to carry him out and we just threw him in the bed of a pickup truck. I’m not sure how or why, but later that night, the truck got parked next to a lumberyard that burnt down–it got so hot his hair was all singed and his clothes smelled like smoke but he didn’t wake up while all the firetrucks tried to control the blaze. The next day, he got in his car to drive home (700 miles away) still smelling like smoke, pepper sauce, and Tequila. He later told me he picked up a hitch hiker in Red Bluff, and had the guy drive most of the way to Seattle while he slept, sweating and shivering feverishly the whole way. Good times I tell ya.
