Friday, August 10, 2007

A Byrd in The Hand

Horatio writes: At last, our first Robin Byrd name check. The Cal Ripken of public access whose impact on our generation is akin to that Lance Armstrong has had on today's:

Anonymous in NYC writes:

Like thousands of others no doubt, I used to beat off to Robin Byrd late night in New York City. If the Yankees were playing in the evening on the west coast, I would sit there with my pants open watching Robin, and flicking the channel backwards and forwards to catch the score of the game. If I touched myself accidentally when the baseball was on, I would agonize for like a month afterwards that I was subconsciously gay.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Robin Bird. Amazing. Al Goldstein too. combined, they taught me more than my parents.