Scott Pugely
Matthew Preston | November 25, 2001
Man, I wish that this was the worst that he does from time to time. Regardless, it is all funny!
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Matthew Preston | November 25, 2001
Man, I wish that this was the worst that he does from time to time. Regardless, it is all funny!
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Scott Hardie | November 15, 2001
Matt's cousin Scott is one wild guy. He's a very large man and every pound is uncontrollable. Matt told me this story about when they watched the final game of the World Series together.
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Scott and I had a bet on who would win. I said the Yankees just to piss him off.... (well that and I really thought they would win, even though I wanted the Diamondbacks to win).
So the game is in the bottom of the 9th, Yankees are up 2 - 1. The Diamondbacks are hitting. They manage to load the bases and get one run in. The game is now tied and my cousin is running around the room making grunting noises and laughing and yelling and cursing up a storm in my face about how he was gonna win the bet. I enjoyed this spectacle that is my blood relation, but it gets so much better.
The bases are still loaded and a hit is made and the winning run scores... the Diamondbacks have won. The Arizona bench clears and they all have this huge mob in the field and all of the fans are going wild. My cousin is now on his feat and screaming and cheering..... Then, he turns his back to me, drops his pants and underwear to the floor and bends over screaming "How do you like that bitch!" all the while slapping his ass. I guess the slang term would be that he gave me a fruit salad (a full moon shot with balls hanging out underneath). I just laughed my ass off............ what a guy...