Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Bob And His Uncle

Get your feet off the couch, mister.

“It’s a green room couch. Worse things than feet have been on it.”

Yeah, sure. You see the game?

“Huge. Comeback of the century.”

How about it, huh?

“No one thought the Chiefs had it in them. Gave everyone a little surprise.”

The Chiefs? Kansas City wasn’t in the Super Bowl, Bobby.

“Tamalpais Chiefs. Marin County touch football championship game today.”


“We played the Stinson Beach Marauders. Kind of a grudge match. Ran for two touchdowns, threw for one.”

In those shoes?

“Course not. I had on my football sandals.”

Makes sense. Who’s on the Chiefs? Just guys from the neighborhood?

“Used to be, yeah. But, uh, this is a big game. I called in some favors. Got some ringers.”


“I know some guys.”


“I had my hands up on defense, but apparently you don’t do that in this sport.”

Hey, Bill Walton. You’re Bobby’s ringer?

“For the first quarter. Then both my shins exploded, and I had to miss the rest of the season.”



  1. Luther Von Baconson

    February 6, 2017 at 12:53 pm

    Cherry Pepsin for That Guy?

  2. Luther Von Baconson

    February 6, 2017 at 3:12 pm

    bought those shoes from SkyMall, no?

  3. true story: i went to my neighbor’s stupid bowl party at half-time. musta been ’94 or ’95. the house was empty, except for harry poppick (who i have never seen anywhere else, except behind the monitor mixing board) watching the half-time commercials. i might’ve said hi, but i didn’t say why are you here. i didn’t let on that i knew who he was either.

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