Greg Buck ruined my life:
The year was 1948..I was attending a Yankees game in NY city. I was a brash,young,bright eyed 20 year old kid with his whole future ahead of him. I always had been a relatively big eater. Loving hot dogs as I did w/the works,I made food my best friend. And it cost me. A waistline that was expanding,I realized my adult life wouldn't be easy if I didn't find a way to curb my apetite. I had snuck up the left field tunnel to get a glimpse at the play by play guy. Oh he was good..slicked back hair million dollar voice and a certain way of telling the story of a big game. There was one thing I noticed about him that stood out. His trousers. Don't get me wrong,they were searsuckers and they were top of the line,but this guy,this Greg Buck,he had his trousers pulled all the way up! Over his stomach! I got a view when he stood for the 7th inning stretch. Was it possible? was he hiding a huge gut by pulling his pants way above the waistline? It was that night that I tried waistlining for the first time. I inched my pants higher and higher until..wow!! not only was my whole stomach covered but you couldn't even tell I was portly..Now I could eat all the Nolan Ryan Sr steaks I wanted. Thanks Greg Buck. At 450 pounds I have never been so miserable. I owe it all to you. You FAT PHONY!
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