Kenny Stabler passed away
RIP. Man, what a cool dude he was. He lived near me in Houston and was a fixture at all the regular joints. I can't say I knew him but I saw him in action on and off the field quite a lot. He sure seemed like a nice guy and everyone liked him.
Here's a really good article about some of his time in Houston:
http://thestacks.deadspin...1717060008
As the pirate looks at the age of 34, he claims he isn’t slowing down. His headquarters now is Gilley’s in Pasadena, just outside Houston, where the shift workers from the oil and chemical plants still ride the mechanical bull and swill beer as if Urban Cowboy had never threatened to commercialize the scene. Stabler and his good buddy, Killer the bouncer, are among the last holdouts against any incipient trendiness. “I’m settled down on the shit-kicking side of town,” he says. “You know it’s my kind of place when I can pretty much throw a quarter in any direction and punch up some country on the jukebox.”
The new hangout is much bigger, but not really very different from the other venues in the party that is Stabler’s life. The Gulf Gate or the Dirty Bird in Gulf Shores, Alabama. The Nineteenth Hole in Alameda. Working folks’ places where a guy can gamble on shuffleboard or pinball, hear loud music and drink according to his private notions of moderation. “I know my limit,” says Stabler. “I’ve just never reach it. Or do you call throwing up reaching it?”
His motto is that of a man whose main worry in life is that he might miss something while driving between saloons. When Stabler enters a bar he likes to yell, “Strike, lightning.” In one form or another, it often does.
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