Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Proud Poppa
One of the rugby guys grew up in South Dakota. Let’s call him Jack. Jack’s a very unique individual. One of his talents is that he’s one of the best storytellers I’ve ever met. Which is good, because he has lots of great stories to tell. He grew up working in the slaughterhouses and had us in stitches one night as he described how he worked his way up from the entry-level job of cleaning up the spilled entrails of the cows to the vaunted position of head killer. At one point he was testifying in three murder trials at the same time. During the Spilotro reign of terror, Jack and some of his homeboys were dealing in some merchandise that was on the Spilotro family menu and Tony wanted in. Tony and a few of his henchmen set up a meeting with Jack and a few of his crazed-looking buddies. Tony basically told them he was in for half the profits with none of the expenses. Jack told him to take a hike. Tony’s requisite threats were met with the following response: “You see these two guys. There’s 20 more just like them. They all just got back from Vietnam and they’re looking for another war!” Tony re-evaluated his position and decided to find some other partners. Jack and his brother, let's call him Will, were as wild and crazy as anyone. One day we learned where they got it from when their father came for a visit. Will had killed a guy in a bar fight and went to prison in Carson City. He had just gotten out at the time the rugby club was staging a major tournament. Will volunteered to help in the concession stand. The tournament director was a bit of a nerdy guy. He noticed Will working the stand and became concerned. He questioned the wisdom of letting Will handle the club’s money. Unfortunately, he voiced his concerns within earshot of the father. “Hey,” the father said gruffly, “My son’s a killer, not a thief!”
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