Editor: We’d like to thank Kenneth for his Bill Murray Story!
So there I was at a RiverDogs baseball game, it is the 7th inning, and I’m feeling pretty good from the cold beer in the summer sun, doing my usual taunts and trash talking when some guy a couple rows up yells at me to shut up. I think to myself, “I paid my money and this isn’t golf ; so I’m gonna’ yell what I want, as loud as I want”.
After another RiverDogs home run, I go nuts screaming at the other team about how much they suck and, like a wild pitch, a half eaten (fully loaded) hot dog hits me right square in the back of the head.
As I slowly turn around to see who’s going to get my empty Miller Lite can, I see Bill Fucking Murray standing alone. As I zero in on his face, trying to be pissed off at one of the funniest men I watched growing up, he mouths the words “No one will ever believe you“.