There are many things to appreciate about the event, but one of the things I have cherished year after year, is not just my buddy Gordon coming out to support the cause, but the fact that he never wins anything in the raffles! It might paint me as a bit of an asshole, but it (not so) secretly would make me extremely happy. It had gotten so bad, he would write "Gordon Regan" on his tickets, thinking either the name would bring him luck, or that "the fix was in" and the surname would help alleviate that. Personally, I think it's falsifying a document, and is probably against the law (I have notified the proper authorities).
|Gordon, BEFORE a name was called.|
|Gordon, AFTER a name was called (not his - Streak still intact)|
|Look how smug he looks, with all his loot!|
What did I walk away with? Nothing! Zip! NADA! ZERO!!!
I mean, sure I won a set of Flyers beer glasses. However, we gave them to our friend Jimmy who is a huge Flyers fan. NOT because I am a nice guy, but because as my beautiful wife said, "We have no more room in our cabinets."
So off we went, empty handed.
I put my daughter into her car seat and my wife got in our car. Just then I noticed a young couple had parked at the meter in front of us. Since I already gave away my only winning of the night, I was in a kindhearted mood.
"Hey, did you want my meter? I have like another hour on it," I said to the guy.
"Oh, I just paid," he said turning and looking at me.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! IT'S BRADLEY COOPER!!!" I thought loudly.
"Oh, man! That's too bad," a pretty woman said as she exited the driver side of the car.
"It was only about an hour," I consoled her.
"Every little bit helps, right?" she asked through an adorable Russian accent
"Yep," I said. "Also, Limitless was a supremely underrated movie!" I didn't say.
Off they walked to enjoy the nightlife in Bam Margera's town as I got in the car and turned to my wife saying, "That was totally fucking Bradley Cooper, right???" (We curse a lot)
"I don't fucking think so." (I might be paraphrasing what Julie said)
So that's the end of the story,
I may or may not have met Bradley Cooper.
I didn't take home any winnings from the raffle.
Gordon finally broke the streak I had hoped would continue forever.
Jimmy got my glass.
I curse a lot.
...until this story came out today!!!
The picture in People is TOTALLY the girl who was driving in West Chester a couple weeks ago!
HELL YES! I'M A WINNER!
Did Gordon meet Bradley Cooper and his GF? Nope!
Just me baby!
And Julie (who still maintains it wasn't them).
Clearly she's wrong.
Because, "Every little bit helps," INDEED!