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"I Hate Jim Taylor" by Russell Flemming

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"I Hate Jim Taylor" by Russell Flemming

Creator

Russell Flemming

Source

The human mind

Date

21st Century

Contributor

Russell Flemming

Type

Personal narrative.

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It was a dark and rainy Sunday night in Pioneer Square. A dead night in Seattle. I was washing dishes for minimum wage at McCormick's & Schmidt's on 2nd Avenue. The year was 1977, and there was only one man sitting at the bar, eating baked salmon. I came out of the kitchen and sat down at the bar and waited to bus his dishes. He looked up and said, "Hello."

I nodded, sat down at the bar, sipped a cup of coffee and watched him eat. I guess it made him uncomfortable, and he looked up from his plate and said, "Do you know who I am?"
"No. Should I?"
"I'm Merlin Olsen."
I looked at him and he looked at me and it registered on his face that I didn't know who he was and he smiled, put down his fork, and said, "Merlin Olsen. I was a professional football player, played defense for the L.A. Rams. I'm an actor and football announcer now. I'm here to announce the Seahawk-Raider game tomorrow night on Monday Night Football at the Kingdome."
I nodded, and said, "OK."
We were quiet for awhile and he continued to eat his baked salmon, and sip his wine."
He asked, "You like football?"
I said, "I got to see the Packer's play the Rams once at Lambeau Field."
He shook his head, put down his fork, got up, reached into his pocket, and tossed a twenty down.
It was like he was having a personal meltdown right in front of me.
As he stormed out he shouted back at me, "I hate Jim Taylor."