We all breathed a sigh of relief until we looked ahead, and saw the truck put on its break lights - and started backing up. They passed us silently, all of them peering at us like they’d never seen human beings before. It was, in fact, a big, old, beat up, red-and-primer truck, three people in the front and three standing in the bed holding on to the top of the cab screaming like a bunch of wild indians. We were all nervous.Īs Michael was tightening the first lug nut, they were on us. The whooping got louder and louder, the lights closer. Without a word, Michael furiously pulled off the damaged tire and handed it to Chris, who quickly replaced it with another from the back of the van. From behind us, down the road, the lights kept getting closer, and the whooping and hollering got louder and louder. Then we heard it again, along with a mechanical noise that sounded exactly like a clutch-slipping on a big, red truck with a gun rack in the back window. “Probably some birds or something,” Chris said, completely uninterested as he held the third flashlight where Michael could see. “What the Hell was that?” Michael asked, just before banging his knuckles on the concrete due to a slightly stripped lug nut. Shortly after he said it, we heard a noise that sounded like a pack of wild indians. I had one of my typical “bad feelings” that I used to get, and started urging everyone to get serious so we could get back on the road. Dave and Jeremy, instead of holding the flashlights where Michael could see what he was doing, began having a lightsaber duel with the flashlights in the fog. We all pulled to the side of the road, and all five of our long-haired, dumb-punk asses got out to watch, assist, smoke cigarettes and generally complain.
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Of course, if you’ve ever seen the movie This is Spinal Tap, you know it never is.Īround 3AM, in heavy fog in the middle of nowhere, the van had flat tire. “It’ll be easier!” he assured us on the walkie-talkie. Instead of taking the interstate like a normal human being, Michael led us through every curve of US17, through rural North Carolina at 2AM. One night in particular, we’d driven out of Jacksonville, North Carolina driving towards Virginia Beach. In most places, people were pretty cool, but there were certainly a few towns where there might’ve been six whole teeth in the lynch mob walking towards us at the gas station or restaurant we’d stopped at. We made enough money to keep ourselves in cigarettes, food, alcohol, hotel rooms and gas for the truck and van, and pretty much the only thing we had to worry about was how we were going to be treated when we got to our next stop. We traveled around quite a bit, and just had a good time with it.
Nobody could understand a damn thing I said back then, as my voice was so deep that it simply faded off into the background, only to be heard by animals, those odd people who get sick before an impending earthquake, and people who were so blitzed on alcohol and downers that I sounded normal. I could sing bass and baritone like nobody’s business, with booming volume that would rattle our drummers cymbals even before the mic was turned on. My voice was a solid octave and a half deeper than what it is now. All 5’9, around 170 pounds of me could walk up on stage and play any instrument that needed to be played - of course, that was limited to guitar, bass and drums at the time. If that is it for Jeter on the show, it was a heck of an appearance.Back at the end of 80’s, when my hair was halfway down my back and I was playing in a Thrash Metal band (we said it was Power Metal - but let’s be honest), I was having a great time. “This is my last time here, yeah,” Jeter said, not giving a clear indication if he was joking. It didn’t seem to change Jeter’s mind, at least on the surface. “It was nice having you,” said Rodriguez, who co-hosts with Kay, in an attempt to make light of the situation. Derek Jeter didn’t seem happy this famous Sports Illustrated cover was shown on Sunday night. Not long after the former Yankees captain - who also talked about his relationship with Rodriguez, Aaron Judge’s amazing season and other topics - got the words out of his mouth, the photo appeared on the left side of the screen, and Jeter did not seem too pleased. It initially was not aired, and Kay joked Jeter “scared” producer Joe McCoy into not putting it up. 61KMdXZfZd- Ian Casselberry August 15, 2022 Kudos to #KayRod producer Joe McCoy for not letting Derek Jeter bully him into not showing the infamous shirtless shortstops photo.
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