fuck they have a Riggins on their team? we are sooo fucked
Gotta be a different branch of the tree. John ... swung the other way.
Late 1991 I'm in DC on business, and one of the four guys I've hung around with since college wife was also in town on business, so we agree to go out and have dinner & drinks together. (Sorry, you bunch of degenerates, it was strictly dinner and drinks as they were still living in the Twin Cities and we were living in Atlanta at the time.)
We wind up in Georgetown and are just stopping into random bars, me having a beer and Janet having her usual glass of wine. It's late and we've had a few, and pretty soon the bartender we're chatting up basically asks us if we know what kind of bar we're in. Nope, just tipsy tourists and old friends who haven't seen each other in a while doing the Georgetown barhopping scene.
He gently informs us that we've wandered into a gay bar and encourages us to take a look around. Yep, pretty much all dudes.
Then he asks me if I recognize anyone and nods his head to the right. I look, and turn back to him with a confused look on my face.
Yep, he tells me, it's John Riggins and he's a regular in here. That's one of his regular younger boyfriends whose next to him.
We both kind of shrug our shoulders and move on to other chit chat with him, finish our drinks and leave.
Outside, Janet and I look at each other and at the same time go, "HOLY SHIT! JOHN RIGGINS!" Then we looked at each other and basically said, "So what. Where shall we go next?"