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On joining the Packers in 1959: "I lived upstairs from a downtown bar with (Ray) Nitschke. I was a bachelor then. My wife stayed home. Nitschke and I were roommates. He was as nutty as I was. We were too much alike. I lived with my wife in Green Bay after the first year."fuck the cia...
On living in Green Bay and playing for the Packers in the 1960s: "Green Bay was such a small town. You couldn't get rid of one another, no matter how hard you tried. It wasn't like Cleveland, where you'd just see each other at the practice field. You'd see each other 24 hours a day practically. We were a close team on and off the field."On living in Green Bay during the Lombardi era: "They had one restaurant in Green Bay – for (cripes) sake – forty years ago called The Spot. They didn't have anything. It was such a small town. There was a bar across the street from the Northland Hotel where the players hung out. We drank a few nights a week. Come Friday, Saturday before the game, we'd taper it right off. We were in such good physical shape, you know. We had our cocktails. Why not?"On his closest friends on the team: "I hung out with (Max) McGee, (Paul) Hornung, Nitschke."a bit more but read it for yourself:
On Nitschke: "He was tough on and off the field. He was crazy like myself. Give him a couple of cocktails and he'd go whacky. There's a lot of noise in those bottles, you know. Just crazy. We never fought in those bars. Just had fun. Call one another a (bleep), (stuff) like that."On fullback Jimmy Taylor: "He was great. He wouldn't run around you. He'd run though you. That was his makeup. He enjoyed hurting a defensive back or linebacker. He was the toughest I've ever seen. He was crazy. He was mean."On quarterback Bart Starr: "He never hung around with the players in the bars."On defensive tackle Dave Hanner: "He was a prince. He'd have a few cocktails with us, but he loved his cup of coffee."On being summoned to commissioner Pete Rozelle's office during the 1963 gambling investigation, which led to the suspension of Paul Hornung: "I was called in. I never gambled on football; I gambled elsewhere. The Commissioner. Oh for (cripes) sake, they asked me: 'Do you know Mr. Abe Samuels in Chicago? He's a renowned gambler. Do you know Dick Fincher in Miami?' Of course, I knew those guys. They had about five people at the desk asking me 100 questions. Do you know this man? Do you know this man? Do you gamble? Do you do this and do that? I just went along with the whole thing. They asked me if I would take a lie detector test after. I think if I would have taken the test, I would have broken the whole machine. They asked me and then said, 'You're all through Mr. Quinlan.' I said, 'What time does the double go off at Aqueduct?' They said, 'Get out.'"
So just to close the books on this - in the story he was our pee-wee coach!- read the story for yourself if you want.
and odds are those didn't respond had a higher incidence of this sort of behavior in the workplace of the CIA....not doubt on that - the place if full of " old farts " with bad ideas proven wrong.
Some ole bitches there as well no doubt - some married to the old farts and some bitches on their own account all by their lonely bitchy selves....rumor going around is some of these bitches are witch bitches - they are the worst...and old farts groping upon bad ideas deserve a slap in the face and more than that.
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Oh yeah, DEI for the CIA I reckon.