Greg Grubbs.
His silky style echoes through time and still stokes me out 28 years later.
Although this is a race shot, this cat influenced a generation of jumpers.
Where are you now, Mr. Grubbs? Standing on a house somewhere, screaming "I am a golden god" into the night? You should be, cause you are.
You so are.
Monday, June 26, 2006
smooth as creamed corn
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Golfed with the man last fall.
Still buttery.
Golfsome-awesome.
Remember that time we looked up Rose Grubbs in the Lincoln directory from Torrance and called to have a chat?
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