Rohirrim
09-09-2005, 10:25 AM
This was the last note written by Hunter Thompson:
Football Season is Over
No more games. No more bombs. No more walking. No more fun. No more swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting greedy. Act your old age. Relax – this won’t hurt.
Douglas Brinkley, in Rolling Stone, wrote, “An avid NFL fan, Hunter traditionally embraces the Super Bowl in January as the high-water mark of his year. February, by contrast, was doldrums time.”
We should have invited him to the Orange Mane. I would love to have heard some of his takes.
Football Season is Over
No more games. No more bombs. No more walking. No more fun. No more swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting greedy. Act your old age. Relax – this won’t hurt.
Douglas Brinkley, in Rolling Stone, wrote, “An avid NFL fan, Hunter traditionally embraces the Super Bowl in January as the high-water mark of his year. February, by contrast, was doldrums time.”
We should have invited him to the Orange Mane. I would love to have heard some of his takes.
