Buddy Shuler’s Chick, April 12, 2011
[dcs_p]I met Buddy Shuler when he was a young sportscaster in New Orleans. I use to see him at the Saint’s games, and on occasion I’d invite him into my skybox at the Dome. A lot has changed since then, and Buddy and I are both living in south Florida. He’s broadcasting his conservative talk-radio show from a station in Lauderdale and every now and then we’ll play a game of golf or get together for lunch. The last few times I’ve run into him, Buddy’s been bragging about this hot, new chick he’s got. He’s telling me he’s in love and that, despite the fact that he’s worth ten-million, his girl loves him for who he is.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_]I let him talk. What do I care if a guy makes a fool of himself? But Victor calls him on it. “Come on, Buddy,” he says, “you’re telling me this gorgeous broad would still be climbing into bed with you if you were poor?”[dcs_p]
[dcs_p]”That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he says. “Rachel’s a sweet girl, a real angel.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Yeah, right. A couple weeks later I invite Buddy for an outing on the Stella, and he shows up with his chick. She’s gorgeous all right, but she’s no angel. I know this girl. She’s a raven-haired looker who happens to be good friends with my girl, Kylie. Every now and then Kylie kinks it up by inviting Rachel over. So Buddy asks me what I think of his lady. “Isn’t she great?”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Victor’s busting his seams, trying not to laugh. I tell Buddy she’s beautiful. What am I supposed to do, tell him Rachel gives the best you know what in Palm Beach County? No way, not me. Let Buddy figure it out on his own.[/dcs_p]
