Comments on: Bill Madlock in . . . The Nagging Question

By: spudrph

spudrph — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 19:59:51 +0000

“I like deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they go by.”

-Douglas Adams

By: pieman1121

pieman1121 — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 12:05:17 +0000

Hey, it’s been a month! I expected a post or a note about the progress of the book by now, Josh!

By: berkowit28

berkowit28 — Sun, 31 May 2009 18:24:03 +0000

seaver41 – surely, all you guys had to do was speak to the asst. manager’s boss, and he would have been either reprimanded or fired. Or his boss’s boss – that’s usually the level you need to get things straightened out. No one even thought of doing this?

By: gedmaniac

gedmaniac — Fri, 29 May 2009 18:05:29 +0000

I got banned from a Hilton hotel once. We used to go there all the time–used their tennis courts, walked right into the concierge lounge and sprayed champagne on New Year’s Eve, and in the nerdiest of all trespassing stories, brought a baseball trivia game and played it in their lobby. Well this one time, or five, we were in their sauna, and then their swimming pool, at night when it was closed, when finally an employee saw us and kicked us out.

A few years later, I got chased by their company van. I was just “driving around” (a suburban tradition) and went down their driveway a few times and they sicked the van on me! They chased me to the edge of town (meaning to the town line between my town and the one the hotel was in), but terribly, I went back! Just for the hell of it! This time they stopped me, asked what I was doing, brought me to the front desk, made a copy of my license, and told me I wasn’t to go back there. Fortunately they didn’t check their “previously banned” file, or they’d have seen that I was a repeat offender.

Later, I went back (surprise) to their little trailer park-ish sign and stole some letters: G, I, N, A, since I had this crush on a girl named Gina for like 5 years but never did anything about it. It’s weird, at my friend’s wedding last summer (the one I played baseball trivia with), Gina was there, because I guess her parents are friends with his. And I thought, Wow, if I had done something about that crush, and Gina and I had ridden off into the sunset, both of our lives would have been completely different, but we’d still both standing in this room right now.

But back to that hotel, I’m only realizing now how obsessed with it I was. They became a Hyatt or something, so if I decide to go there for whatever reason, I think I’ll have a clean slate there. So it was a suspension in a way.

By: scottsimkus

scottsimkus — Fri, 22 May 2009 10:40:08 +0000

The last time I was suspended was freshman year of high school. After leading our basketball “B” team to an undefeated mark (we beat the local Catholic school 80-13), I was promoted to the “A” squad. After one game (a modest 7 points in my debut), the progress reports were released and my grades put me in the bleachers, in street clothes, for two weeks. But- and boy was I lucky- I still got to go the practices and participate in all the wind sprints, ladders, etc. I should have quit and focused on school…

By: catfish326

catfish326 — Sun, 10 May 2009 01:06:41 +0000

Every summer, huge corn farmers in IL would hire a bunch of kids to get on these huge tractor machines, and all would detassle corn. At lunch we’d all go back to the bus to eat. When clowning with my brother, I tore the back of one of the seats: “riiiiip”. We laughed. My brother then yanked the torn section even more “riiiip”. We laughed again. I did it one more time. “riiiiip” A dinkus kid turned around and saw me, and he goes up to the man who was responsible for us and told on me. The supervisor told me after lunch I was to stay on the bus while the others went out to work again. Fired for good. All alone for hours on the bus, I pi$$ed in the kids water thermos. When he took two big swigs and then jerked the thermos away from his mouth. Me and bro almost fell out of our seats. The kid turned and scowled at us.

My bro was expelled (not just suspended) from high school. I’ll never forget that notice that came to our house:

He was “Expelled, for placing human excretement on teacher’s desk.”

It was X-mas time, and he wrapped the crap as a x-mas present. We watched the teacher open and quickly wiped her chocolate thumb. It was actually dog crap.

By: baddude22

baddude22 — Sat, 09 May 2009 18:47:49 +0000

I got suspended in the 8th grade and was not allowed to attend our graduation ceremony, but I suppose it was worth it. I was always a pretty nondescript kid, especially back then, but when the hottest girl in the whole school dares you to light a smoke bomb outside of math class, there is little else to do but make it happen. I lit it, and they cleared the whole wing until the smoke cleared. So i got suspended, but I did gain some popularity with the girls. Before that I was a skinny dork with a jew-fro, but after that, I was a skinny dork with a jew-fro who was kinda edgy/funny. I even got a summer invitation over to the “hottest girl’s” house by myself to go swimming and inexplicably her mom left us home alone. I was elated. Don’t worry, nothing great happened except she raided her mom and dad’s liquor cabinet, we got drunk, she threw up in her backyard, and I had my first hangover ever. After she passed out, I walked home and well, that was the last I saw of her. She went to the rich kids high school, and I went on to good old Orange High. The last I knew of her, she was on “The Man Show,” bouncing on a trampoline in a bikini. Seriously.

By: seaver41

seaver41 — Fri, 08 May 2009 18:26:27 +0000

i worked in a supermarket during high school and the summer after my first year of college. one day the assistant manager told us during inventory we could go take a package of hot dogs and throw them in the microwave, because it was a long, late night already. as soon as we all started eating, he came by and wrote each one of us up for stealing. one kid quit, two — including me — were suspended and then reassigned to a different store in queens, and i never really knew what happened to the fourth guy, who was a lifer that the assistant manager was trying to get fired. what a douchebag.

By: shealives

shealives — Fri, 08 May 2009 12:10:13 +0000

Never suspended, but probably should have been. In fifth grade I was elected class president. In this role I was to run a class meeting once a week. The thought of doing this made shoveling shit sound good by comparison. When the time came for the first class meeting, the teacher called me up to the front of the class. I said I had to go to the bathroom first and left the class and immediately ran two flights up to the bathroom that was furthest from my classroom. I went into a stall, tucked my feet up and sat there for close to three hours. I figured they would stop looking for me after a while and resume class(today they would send out an Amber alert!). Eventually I started to fear my eventual punishment so I tried to sneak through the halls back to my class. While hiding just outside the classroom, I could hear my teacher(who would become prinicipal a month later) talking about me on the intercom. At this point I decided to make my mouse-like reappearance into the room. I casually walked into the classroom and in the spirit of the great Josh Wilker, assumed the whole issue would just go away. Of course it didn’t, and I had to answer questions about where I was and what the hell I was doing all that time to my teacher, parents, and most uncomfortably, the other kids in the class who broke my balls for chickening out on the meeting. Amazingly, there was no punishment. Needless to say, I was never asked to run another meeting.

By: stolenmonkey86

stolenmonkey86 — Fri, 08 May 2009 01:40:41 +0000

I never got suspended. When I was in the fifth grade there was an occasion where I got into a shoving match with this one kid, and it ended when he hit me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me, and then a subsitute teacher saw us. He denied hitting me, and I was taken inside after screaming “GOD DAMN IT YOU DID!” The teacher was appalled and eventually I met with the principal. He let me know that he could suspend me, but I kind of knew he wouldn’t (He was an interesting character; I’d get called over to see the principal a few times, and all he wanted to do was talk, like after I went on vacation). My punishment was to stay inside and work on a project with him during recess for a week. The funny thing about that was we never had recess at the same time since he was in the other 5th grade class, so for all practical purpose, not that much happened.

So I guess Manny Ramirez has some time to read this thread and maybe tell some stories…