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Post by Ludwig Kaiser’s Walk on Aug 11, 2016 7:21:47 GMT -5
It feels like every town or area has some sort of local legends when it comes to sports. I don't necessarily mean that they need to be some sort of great athlete, but I feel like this could be a fun place to share some stories from around the world.
In Chillicothe, OH, we have a guy named Chipp. Also known as, Chippolicious, Chocolate Chipp the Pedophile, and the Chippfather. All but one of those nicknames is self inflicted, I'll let you guess which one isn't. Chipp is a local basketball legend, even though no one knows where he went to HS or believes him when he talks about himself, mostly because he isn't good. He hangs out at the local college in the general vicinity of the weight room and gym while hitting on every girl that comes by. He's in his low 40's now, but the college girls aren't too young for him.
In the general area and on a more positive note, there was a HS back before consolidation hit SE Ohio called Waterloo, which was home to the 2 time State Champions, the Waterloo Wonders. The Wonders went undefeated over a 2 year span while playing a style very near the Harlem Globetrotters. The traveled throughout SE Ohio to capacity crowds playing much bigger schools throughout their short time on top. One trick that they liked to play was to play long stretches down a man or two while one would sell popcorn and another would entertain the crowd. They would get serious when needbe and would romp through the state tournament.
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Post by Bo Rida on Aug 11, 2016 9:14:57 GMT -5
I grew up with my Dad and his generation telling stories about Robin Friday. There's a book about him called "The greatest player you never saw" which sums him up, he had the talent to play at the top of the game but squandered it on the rock and roll lifestyle.
He'd be drinking in the pub opposite the game until five minutes before kick-off before running over to the ground, he kissed and groped opposition players and policeman and was rumoured to have have done an Orton in Mark Lawrenson's kitbag. He scored one of the greatest goals ever and despite there only being about 11000 people in attendance everybody that age claims to have been there, if they were all telling the truth there'd have been a crowd of 50000.
It's not local but I was (genuinely) there to see Messi pass a penalty earlier in the year and I know that one day I'll be the old man in the pub boring anybody will listen with that story.
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