Posted by Frank Busch on June 24, 2011
The mayor of my hometown (Cuba City) was killed in a car crash the other day. Went to the wake today. Apart from being the mayor of a one horse town, he was my 7th 8th and 9th grade basketball coach. His son and I went to school together for 16 years, all the way from 1st grade through college. We are still good friends. Today at the wake services they had picture boards of photos and a slide show of photos on repeat. I saw myself in a few pics. I was a pretty big dork back then, skinny, tall, lanky, pimply. They had a book to write down your favorite memory of Rabbi. His name was Bob, but was called Rabbi for years. I remembered the time he took me and a bunch of our friends to a WWF match here in Madison when we were all about 11 years old. It was the first time Hulk Hogan ever wrestled Randy Macho Man Savage.. Needless to say it was awesome. Then he bought me a Hulkamania t shirt. Yep, that was my best memory of Rabbi.
On my way home from my show tonight at The Milwaukee Ale House I got to talking about this with Nic. Then I realized that Rabbi had also probably yelled at me more than any one person in my entire existence, even my father. Although sometimes the way me and my dad carry on, I wonder of he will have that distinction long lol. I am not saying this in a bad way, he was my basketball coach for three years, and I was a bit of an underachiever. It was his job to yell at me. And he did it well. My last year of basketball was 9th grade and we went undefeated. In retrospect, I should have kept playing. Also in retrospect, I shouldn’t have bought that purple and black 8 ball jacket… Man, what a tool I was. Who am I kidding, I still am. Rest in peace Rabbi.
Ok, enough sad stuff, here is a song me and the boys wrote on the first day of summer. It’s called Tonight enjoy!
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