I wanted to share this lil story earlier, but I've been out of town most of the week and barely been on here... Last Friday eve my buddy & I left some others at a bar and were walking downtown, when who are we walking next to but Mike Miller & 2 of his cronies. So of course I start slappin hands with him and callin him Skinny Miller and talking about South Dakota with him. At first his 2 pals (had to be pals from back home) were kind of trying to seperate us from him a little bit and being sort of cold to us (understandable, just protecting their boy), but then they could tell that Miller was loving it and goin back & forth with me so then they were cool. Anyways, there's no real meat to the story, but I thought I better post it since I got ripped for hinting at some more negative encounters my friends had with him in Sioux Falls. We walked the 3 blocks together from Chammps alley to Bootleggers, and Skinny couldn't have been more cool, funny, and down to earth. He just kept laughin and conversating and wildin out right with me. Obviously plenty of alcohol was involved in all parties, but dude was way cool with us. Oh yeah, and I asked him about the thing he does at the end of practice that Trudell talked about in one of his articles. I quoted it to him as +1 for every made 3 and -1 for every missed 3, and he can't leave until he's at +40. But he corrected me and said he's up to having to be at +65 now before he leaves! Good times, I gotta give props to the man.

BonK wrote:
I wanted to share this lil story earlier, but I've been out of town most of the week and barely been on here... Last Friday eve my buddy & I left some others at a bar and were walking downtown, when who are we walking next to but Mike Miller & 2 of his cronies. So of course I start slappin hands with him and callin him Skinny Miller and talking about South Dakota with him. At first his 2 pals (had to be pals from back home) were kind of trying to seperate us from him a little bit and being sort of cold to us (understandable, just protecting their boy), but then they could tell that Miller was loving it and goin back & forth with me so then they were cool. Anyways, there's no real meat to the story, but I thought I better post it since I got ripped for hinting at some more negative encounters my friends had with him in Sioux Falls. We walked the 3 blocks together from Chammps alley to Bootleggers, and Skinny couldn't have been more cool, funny, and down to earth. He just kept laughin and conversating and wildin out right with me. Obviously plenty of alcohol was involved in all parties, but dude was way cool with us. Oh yeah, and I asked him about the thing he does at the end of practice that Trudell talked about in one of his articles. I quoted it to him as +1 for every made 3 and -1 for every missed 3, and he can't leave until he's at +40. But he corrected me and said he's up to having to be at +65 now before he leaves! Good times, I gotta give props to the man.

I don't know how long ago the "bad" stories occured but probably Skinny Miller has simply grown up.

Awesome! Man, Bonk, you and CW are always meeting the players. Crazy. I guess being fron the New York area, there's about a zero percent chance of bumping into the players as there's so many places to go and I'm sure they tend to hang out at places that "regular" people don't have access to.

Helluva story.

sweet story howl for you

Ahhhhhhhhh wish I could have been there for that one. Sweet story indeed.