GEORGE BRETT F’N RULES
09.19.08Royals legend and Hall of Famer George Brett wants you to know about that time he shat himself in the lobby of the Bellagio. This is not hyperbole: this is the greatest thing any baseball player living or dead has ever said. You just don’t hear Derek Jeter talking about liquid shit running down his leg in a public place.
And for the record, “When was the last time you shit your pants?” is the new “You ever seen a grown man naked?”
[Deadspin]
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I love how the guy is running away from him in the middle of his story.
Also, I will never eat crab legs again and NOT think of this
Imagine the poor fucker who found that stuff in the stall.
He thinks he’s better than me, doesn’t he? I’ll show him.
//shits pants, immediately regrets decision
“True story.”
Sounds like somebody needs to stop by the local Walgreens and pick up a box of ‘Oops I Crapped My Pants’.
“Took the most perfect double-tapered shit”
I guess reaching the Hall of Fame is kind of like being 90 years old…you just don’t give a fuck any more.
Having personally eaten a steak in ‘ole George’s restaurant in KC, I know how he felt. I had to walk with my ass cheeks clenched up for 4 blocks back to my hotel.
Also, this is #1 of the weekly rankings.
/pretending I have a say in the matter
“Imagine the poor fucker who found that stuff in the stall.”
Whatever! That is Hall of Fame shit!
I don’t know which is worse, shitting your pants, or walking around the Bellagio with a leather jacket tied around your waist.
Just go about your business with Depends on all day. Works for me.
I like how he’s more concerned with finishing his story of shit, than he is about knowing who’s pitching on any given day.
Damn I should’ve played baseball in highschool.
crazy astronaut lady is not impressed.
Puts those hemmorroids stories from the 1980 World Series in a different context.
There’s nothing like a trip to one of those Indian casinos for a month of shits and drizzles.
“He win money, we give him heap swamp ass”
WTF is a double-tapered shit?