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I was waiting by the player's entrance, at the old Transamerica tournament, in San Francisco, at the Cow Palace, with Harpreet Signh, in the late 1980s, who was the door montior. (Harpreet was a local player/stringer)
It was a night match against Vitas G. It was dark outside, at the old Cow Palace. It was a side entrance, with a single unobtrusive doorway, guarded by Harpreet Singh, a playing buddy, norcal area. Mac appeared out of the darkness of the parking lot, with his bag over his left shoulder, wearing a shiny bright pink satin warm up suit. I said, "Hey, Mac!"
He said, "F u ck you!", and shoved me aside, and went into the side door entrance. Wow, I thought. That is such a gay looking pink satin warm up suit!
During his match, against Vitas, I hooted like a monkey when he was *****ing about a call, and he screamed sort of toward the direction it came from towards the crowd, (he was off by about 75'), "You and your mother, Pal!" A true assshoole. He went against everyone, the ref, me, the crowd, his opponent, at all times. I guess horse steroids will do that to you. It was all about psych domination with him, and they changed the rules, after he and Nasty took things too far, delaying matches for as long as 10 minutes. Hey Mac, where ever you are, I am older than you are, and I'll put money down I'd beat you now. (Guess I'd have to insist on a drug test.) Ha, ha.
It was a night match against Vitas G. It was dark outside, at the old Cow Palace. It was a side entrance, with a single unobtrusive doorway, guarded by Harpreet Singh, a playing buddy, norcal area. Mac appeared out of the darkness of the parking lot, with his bag over his left shoulder, wearing a shiny bright pink satin warm up suit. I said, "Hey, Mac!"
He said, "F u ck you!", and shoved me aside, and went into the side door entrance. Wow, I thought. That is such a gay looking pink satin warm up suit!
During his match, against Vitas, I hooted like a monkey when he was *****ing about a call, and he screamed sort of toward the direction it came from towards the crowd, (he was off by about 75'), "You and your mother, Pal!" A true assshoole. He went against everyone, the ref, me, the crowd, his opponent, at all times. I guess horse steroids will do that to you. It was all about psych domination with him, and they changed the rules, after he and Nasty took things too far, delaying matches for as long as 10 minutes. Hey Mac, where ever you are, I am older than you are, and I'll put money down I'd beat you now. (Guess I'd have to insist on a drug test.) Ha, ha.
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