BradKajukenbo
Well-known member
I guess it started in Eugene Or when some Jackass got on the train. Early 50s. Type of person who wakes up angry. Sat 3 seats behind me. 15 min after the train left Eugene he started bitching about the smell of "Ass". I am 100% convinced it was his upper lip. I didn't smell any "Ass" smell. Not that I know what "Ass" smells like.
About an 30 min before the train got to Chemult, I decided to go down to the bar car and drink a couple beers. A couple minutes later as I was finishing up my first beer and he walked up to the little table I was sitting at and started glaring at me. This would be my first encounter with him.
"Can I help you sir?" I asked him.
"Yeah, you should take off that jersey." he said. "He was a disgrace to the game. Couldn't break those records without steroids. " (Jose Canseco never broke any of the home run records)
I let out a little laugh. "Well maybe you can't read, but the name on this jersey says Canseco, not McGwire."
"So you are a smartass?" he asked.
"No." shaking my head "I can't sit on a bowl of ice cream and tell you what the flavor is."
"Do you know what I do for a living?" he asked.
"I don't care what you do" I said. "so don't be coming at me starting shit. I'm not the fucking one."
He took a step back. Puffed up his chest and pointed his finger at me for a few seconds. Then left.
As we pulled into Klamath Falls, I was at this time in the observation car. I went up to my seat to get my pack of smokes and get off the train for the few minutes allowed for the smoke break.
"What do you do for a living? Sell dope?" He yelled to me from his seat.
"I teach martial arts." I told him.
He stood up and took steps towards me "Martial arts ain't going to help you if you don't take that jersey off"
"Wanna try and take it off me?" I asked.
He reached out and took hold of my jersey in my chest area. The next thing I know, he was on the ground, I was hunched over him holding him in an arm bar.
So the employees got us both off the train. The police came. At first I was put in handcuffs. I guess I dislocated the mans shoulder. The Jackass and employees told them I attacked the man. When I told the police what happened which matched what witnesses said, they took the cuffs off. They asked me if I wanted to press charges and I told them no. Now that it was proven who came at who, AmCrap still wouldn't let me back on the train. They told me a few other passengers complained that I seemed to be intoxicated, and they feel threatened by me. I drank two small cans of Bud Light and sat for the two hours in the observation car. The jackass kept ranting about wearing the jersey was promoting drug use to the kids on the train. I'm sure if you asked anyone under the age of 18 on the train if they know who Jose Canseco was, not one could tell you. I just got off the phone with AmCrap customer service. They only offered me a refund of the trip difference. Klamath Falls to Redding. I told them to fuck right off and I will NEVER ride that crap again.
Growing up being a fan of MLB, I did not care what Jose Canseco did in the clubhouse or in his personal life. All I cared about is what he did when he stepped into the Batters Box. I don't use drugs. I'm not racist(I hate everyone equally). And I'm not a smartass. Just a little sarcastic here and there.
On a happy note, my time in Seattle this year was great. We paid our respects to Bruce and Brandon Lee. I also got to have lunch with the Infamous Barefoot Bandit.
About an 30 min before the train got to Chemult, I decided to go down to the bar car and drink a couple beers. A couple minutes later as I was finishing up my first beer and he walked up to the little table I was sitting at and started glaring at me. This would be my first encounter with him.
"Can I help you sir?" I asked him.
"Yeah, you should take off that jersey." he said. "He was a disgrace to the game. Couldn't break those records without steroids. " (Jose Canseco never broke any of the home run records)
I let out a little laugh. "Well maybe you can't read, but the name on this jersey says Canseco, not McGwire."
"So you are a smartass?" he asked.
"No." shaking my head "I can't sit on a bowl of ice cream and tell you what the flavor is."
"Do you know what I do for a living?" he asked.
"I don't care what you do" I said. "so don't be coming at me starting shit. I'm not the fucking one."
He took a step back. Puffed up his chest and pointed his finger at me for a few seconds. Then left.
As we pulled into Klamath Falls, I was at this time in the observation car. I went up to my seat to get my pack of smokes and get off the train for the few minutes allowed for the smoke break.
"What do you do for a living? Sell dope?" He yelled to me from his seat.
"I teach martial arts." I told him.
He stood up and took steps towards me "Martial arts ain't going to help you if you don't take that jersey off"
"Wanna try and take it off me?" I asked.
He reached out and took hold of my jersey in my chest area. The next thing I know, he was on the ground, I was hunched over him holding him in an arm bar.
So the employees got us both off the train. The police came. At first I was put in handcuffs. I guess I dislocated the mans shoulder. The Jackass and employees told them I attacked the man. When I told the police what happened which matched what witnesses said, they took the cuffs off. They asked me if I wanted to press charges and I told them no. Now that it was proven who came at who, AmCrap still wouldn't let me back on the train. They told me a few other passengers complained that I seemed to be intoxicated, and they feel threatened by me. I drank two small cans of Bud Light and sat for the two hours in the observation car. The jackass kept ranting about wearing the jersey was promoting drug use to the kids on the train. I'm sure if you asked anyone under the age of 18 on the train if they know who Jose Canseco was, not one could tell you. I just got off the phone with AmCrap customer service. They only offered me a refund of the trip difference. Klamath Falls to Redding. I told them to fuck right off and I will NEVER ride that crap again.
Growing up being a fan of MLB, I did not care what Jose Canseco did in the clubhouse or in his personal life. All I cared about is what he did when he stepped into the Batters Box. I don't use drugs. I'm not racist(I hate everyone equally). And I'm not a smartass. Just a little sarcastic here and there.
On a happy note, my time in Seattle this year was great. We paid our respects to Bruce and Brandon Lee. I also got to have lunch with the Infamous Barefoot Bandit.