Roosevelt Wagner and Perles

AvgMSUJoe wrote:Article (possibly a paywall)

Damn that dude sounds like a train wreck.

Floyd Robertson wrote: I can't read the article.

article wrote:“That wasn’t true, and that’s not how I said it,” Wagner said recently. “Now, mind you, dude, I’m riding around in a $50,000 hunter green Cherokee Limited, Michigan State green. I’ve had it tricked out like how you see those lowriders in L.A. tricked out. Do you honestly believe if I’m stalking the coach in this tricked-out mobile, somebody’s not going to see?”

article wrote:On the day of Perles’ celebration of life, a snowstorm trapped him in Lansing for another night, so he slipped into a booth at a Mexican spot called Cantina Eastwood, north of downtown. Like a country boy, he ordered a steak.

He also ordered a glass of whiskey. He said it’s his one drink of the month, just enough to keep the body of a recovering alcoholic from reacting the wrong way.

article wrote:“The thing about being close to death is you have regrets, people you hurt, things you wish you could have said,” he said as tears welled in his eyes.

He survived four days in a coma once. He spent others sleeping in his car. He’s lied awake in jail hoping to see the light of day again. He’s pulled the trigger of a gun wanting to see nothing again, but the bullet jammed.

article wrote:n 1996, he gave a ride to a man whose car had broken down on the highway. The man, who had a briefcase, told him to call if he ever needed any help. It turned out the man was running a drug ring in Florida, and though Wagner says he didn’t partake in sales, he did offer advice about how to invest the money. The Drug Enforcement Administration wiretapped his phone. He went to jail for a year.

article wrote:Wagner's thrills came at a local bar, where he said he and his teammates would spend off days from 11 a.m. to 3 a.m. drinking whatever they pleased. They would then show up to 6:30 a.m. workouts to find buckets lining the practice field. The more they puked, the louder Perles screamed. The bigger they were, the redder his face turned and the closer he’d crowd into theirs.

Rocinante wrote:Do you believe he only has one drink a month, Floyd?