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Mary Beth is Graduating - Man Where Did the Time Go

Discussion in 'Sports and News' started by Boom_70, Apr 28, 2008.

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  1. Boom_70

    Boom_70 Well-Known Member

    This note in MMQB today:

    j. Three weeks until I'm out of the kids-in-college business. Amazing. Where did the time go? And doesn't it seem like only yesterday when I was enraging half of you by writing an entire column about the Mary Beth King 1-0, complete-game, 16-inning pitching loss to Nutley? I'll never forget the great e-mail I got the next week from someone. It read: "What? No boxscore?''

    Wow it only seems like yesterday when Pete and MB were harassing US Air gate agents in South Bend when they would not hold the plane for MB who had gone off to purchase yogurt pretzels.
     
  2. Sam Mills 51

    Sam Mills 51 Active Member

    As long as we don't have to read about his colonoscopy.

    Besides, he has no chance of bettering Jones' first-hand account of the procedure.
     
  3. dooley_womack1

    dooley_womack1 Well-Known Member

    How much "jogging" has Peter witnessed in those four years?
     
  4. Chi City 81

    Chi City 81 Guest

    This thread is nothing until Boom writes a Peter King post about Mary Beth's graduation.
     
  5. BYH

    BYH Active Member

    This thread is nothing until Boom re-airs his Mary Beth/tight end Thanksgiving day post.

    Funny. I was in line at Staples tonight and saw yogurt pretzels for sale. Thought of MB and PK and their overwhelming egos.
     
  6. Boom_70

    Boom_70 Well-Known Member

    Just for old times sake I proudly bring you the yogurt pretzel story as told by PK himself:

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    Last Tuesday afternoon, my daughter Mary Beth and I were preparing to fly from South Bend, Ind., to Cincinnati on a Delta Connection flight. We planned to continue on to Newark from there, and then drive home. We got to the airport at 2:45 p.m. for the 4 p.m. flight. At about 3:25, Mary Beth said she was going to get yogurt pretzels. "Hurry back," I told her. Well, she tarried, and finally, at 3:40, I told the agent to page her, which he did, and then told the guy I was running to find her. I found her. We sprinted back, went through security, and arrived at the gate at 3:46. "Flight's closed," the gate agent announced. Rather than explain anything -- you have to board within 15 minutes of flight time or you risk surrendering your seat -- his co-agent commenced putting us on the next flight. The 4 p.m. plane would have put us on the ground in Newark at 7:40; the next flight wouldn't get us there until 12:30 a.m. Mary Beth begged for them to open the door. The two guys said nothing. Stone cold. The second agent just continued typing furiously. I saw how unresponsive they were and knew we were cooked. I knew the flight was full, and there were two standbys, or more, and figured he'd just given away our seats at 3:45 on the nose, even with me running to get Mary Beth.

    We'd gotten to bed at 3:30 Monday morning because of a two-hour, 48-minute Delta Connection delay in Cincinnati Sunday night, then Mary Beth stayed with two students in a dorm at Notre Dame Monday night, and heaven knows how much sleep was had that night. She was fried. Anyway, I finally spoke up and said, basically, that you guys saw me run to get her, and the South Bend airport is no bigger than a postage stamp, and, really, you knew I'd be right back, and you gave away the two seats to standbys anyway? "Sir, if you don't want seats on the next flight, you can take your business elsewhere," Idiot No. 2 said. I simmered. He printed out the tickets for the later flight, handed them to me, and the biggest two aviation numbskills in Indiana history walked outside to close up the commuter flight.

    An older fellow who was in the waiting area for another flight then walked up to the counter and proceeded to start screaming at my Delta foes, who stopped in their tracks. "What you just did is the worst thing I've ever seen done by an airline!'' Mr. Neutral Onlooker yelled. "I will never fly Delta again! I will tell people I know never to fly Delta again! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves!'' To which Idiot number 2 replied: "Would you like us to call security?" He didn't have to. A female security agent came over and asked what the problem was, and Mary Beth told her how evil the two clowns behind the counter were. At this point, the two agents walked outside, and then the first guy stood behind the plate-glass door and made faces at us -- raised eyebrows and phony smiles, head moving smugly from side to side -- and announced loudly and mockingly, in a sing-song way: "Good-bye! Good-bye! Enjoy your flights!''

    The later flight began its taxi to the runway at 3:55. Western civilization was saved. Gold stars to all involved! You were five minutes early!

    You know, when you fly a lot, as I do, you need to have thick skin. Things happen. I waited out a five-hour delay in Orlando last summer because the crew didn't show up. I didn't make a peep. Things happen. But 99 percent of the the time, you're treated with some kind of common decency, even in the longest of delays. And here are two uncommunicative, unresponsive, totally unprofessional slugs, who can't spend 10 seconds explaining what happened but who can threaten to call security and mock our anger. All they had to do, even one of them, was to explain exactly what happened, which they never did, and say they're sorry, but rules are rules, and we had to be there at 3:45, and we weren't. I would have been angry, but not volcanic. Things happen, but in 24 years of flying for my job, I've never been treated like this, and I will not accept being treated like this.

    The only thing you can do in a case like this is to not fly the airline. And so my little protest will be just that, a little protest. But it will be real. For the next year, until Feb. 23, 2005, I will not fly Delta. My guess is that will cost them maybe $5,000 in business. If Mary Beth goes to college in a town serviced by Delta, she will not fly the airline for one year either. I'm sure Delta will get a chuckle out of this protest. My only hope is the airline disciplines the two numbskulls -- I just wish I'd gotten their names, but Delta can figure out easily enough who they are -- for costing the company a few G's.
     
  7. Armchair_QB

    Armchair_QB Well-Known Member

    Not to defend PK but the South Bend airport is a fucking bus terminal. You can't get anything to eat that doesn't come out of a vending machine once you go thru security. That probably happens on a regular basis in that shithole of an airport.
     
  8. 21

    21 Well-Known Member

    If only he had offered to sell them the Tejada ball.
     
  9. BYH

    BYH Active Member

    You didn't hear?

    Like so many other things with Tejeda, it was a lie. He didn't hit that ball. Jay Gibbons did. Very sad. Ball is worthless.
     
  10. Diabeetus

    Diabeetus Active Member

    Wait...the yogurt pretzel story is real??
     
  11. BYH

    BYH Active Member

    I just love that Boom has a file of PK shit on his computer.
     
  12. zeke12

    zeke12 Guest

    I love that Boom's "What? No box score?" email was finally embraced for the gem it truly was.
     
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