#85 . | 8:47 am | 22 October 2007
Max McGee died this weekend, in typical Max McGee fashion — he was up on his roof, with a leaf-blower, and fell. The dumb dummy! Can you imagine what his wife was thinking? Mostly distraught, I suppose, but there HAD to be a part of her thinking, I fucking told him that would happen. He was a great character and a good man, and we’ll miss him.
Here are some choice quotes, which text really can’t do justice to –
“So, where do does dew come from? The ground, or the sky?”
“When it’s third-and-10, you can take the milk drinkers and I’ll take the whiskey drinkers every time.”
“I waddled in about 7:30 in the morning, and I could barely stand up for the kickoff.”
“What’d happen if I put my microphone in my beer?”
October 22nd, 2007 at 5:51 pm
I used to love it when Max owned Chi-Chi’s and would off-handedly mention the restaurant during the broadcast.
Who knew chirrhosis wouldn’t get him first? Never thought of the leaf blower/roof combo, but you’re right. It’s typical Max fashion.