SIM COMPLETE - 1991 - SIM 18

[Delandis]

I didn't mismanage my bailout money, at all.

Since trading Grandon, I've been to two Brewmaster's Championship, won one, lost the other in Game 7.

Guardamagni is a deal I'd make every single day of the week.

Pitchers that go 25-17 with a 2.47 ERA, 0.97 WHIP, 4.36 K/BB rate and earned 117.1 VORP in 1 1/2 years don't grow on trees.

Didn't we make the trade in '88? If so, you've only been to 1 BC since The Bailout. You won in '87.

[Pat]

Isn't that exactly what a playoff series is?

Yes. That's why I think the Colonials will be upset in the playoffs.

[Lintyfresh85]

Didn't we make the trade in '88? If so, you've only been to 1 BC since The Bailout. You won in '87.

Yep... I only took a quick look at his player card and saw he played his last game for California in '87... so I figured I traded him in '87 not '88.

[Matt]

Racist.

I feel like I'm at work now! Time for a complete tangent.

One, of many things I really miss about Vegas was one of my best friends and beat partner...William 'Bill' A (I'll leave his last name out).

43 years old, retired Air Force special ops, always had a toothpick in, could out PT and out lift any of the rest of us...and black.

Anytime the race card got played I just simply would nod towards Bill (who often stood on the passenger side of a stopped car out of sight) and would politely say, "actually Sir...he stopped you."

Awesome, awesome dude. He gave me many of the funniest stories I had in the 5 years we worked together. The first was when a hooker slipped her cuffs, reached out the partially open window, opened the door...and proceeded to get out of his car when he was no more than 10 feet away from it and escape. From the radio traffic of him trying to explain what happened, to seeing him run around like a mad man around the grounds of Caesars Palace looking for her...absolutely priceless.

The second was when he had to go home because he forgot his medicine one night...and he found his 16 year old daughter and her boyfriend naked on the couch when he walked in. When he got back the look he had on his face even scared me. It took me the best part of an hour to get the story out of him and I had a great time turning up all the bump and grind songs on the radio that night.

Foot pursuits, fights, the time he tried to run into a house after a guy with a gun and I had to tackle him, the time he told the head of security at Venetian that we had to leave because we "had better shit to do", the time we went to a loud music call and it turned out to be a 'White Power' party, the time we were arresting a hooker and somebody called her phone and he set up a 'date' and the guy showed up, the time this girl tried to show us her tits on a traffic stop and said "I thought you guys didn't write pretty girls tickets" and he said "we don't" and handed her a ticket.

I could write a book about the stuff we got into.

[Pat]

the time this girl tried to show us her tits on a traffic stop and said "I thought you guys didn't write pretty girls tickets" and he said "we don't" and handed her a ticket.

CLASSIC.

[Delandis]

the time this girl tried to show us her tits on a traffic stop and said "I thought you guys didn't write pretty girls tickets" and he said "we don't" and handed her a ticket.

That's classic.

[Delandis]

CLASSIC.

You are an ass.

[Z]

LMAO.

[Lintyfresh85]

Matt, how many 'near death' experiences did you go through as a cop in Vegas?

[Matt]

You know it's just as hairy out here in Portland. Just last night we had a guy pump off 8 rounds from his Mossberg 12 gauge at his sleeping dad through the other side of a thin wall because he pawned his guitar. You could still hear the screaming when we showed up. Luckily he ran out of ammo and was so drunk he couldn't find anymore so he gave up.

Actually thinking I might die...zero in 6 years. Usually everything happens so fast you don't really think about it until later.

The closest I ever got to getting shot was when a guy robbed the Lamborghini store at Caesars. His escape route was on foot and I found him running on Twain just west of the Forum Shops. I actually lost control of my car and beached it on the sidewalk and almost plowed him over, and it scared him so much (and me too) that I was able to get out and tackle him. About 5 more cops showed up in 30 seconds and we had this huge dog pile on him.

When we finally pinned his arms and pried them out he was still holding onto a gun (which I had no clue he had...the store owner hadn't bothered to tell our dispatch over the phone) but it was pointed at himself so he didn't fire. He told me later when I had him in my car that me almost running him over made him pause but if I had just rolled up on him he would have shot me, no question about it. He was a bad dude...I believed him.

There has been a few other times when clearing a dark building that you know someone is in, or when you go on a DV call and the guy is hiding upstairs waiting for you, or when some stupid idiot on a traffic stop reaches under the seat to grab his wallet...that your heart jumps a little...but I haven't had that "oh shit" moment yet.

[Z]

I can confirm that Portland is very "hairy," though not in the way you meant it.

[Pat]

but I haven't had that "oh shit" moment yet.

And hopefully you never will man.

[Carlos]

Great stories. Definitely laughed at the pretty girl ticket.

Also, Andrew already commented on this, but most of us have been here long enough to be responsible for building our own teams up from the floor.

[Clay]

Great stories. Definitely laughed at the pretty girl ticket.

Also, Andrew already commented on this, but most of us have been here long enough to be responsible for building our own teams up from the floor.

Yes, of course we all built our teams. My comment was more of the "Homegrown" variety.

[Clay]

SOOOOO... back on the season....

50 games to go....

Who makes the playoffs?

Who wins the awards?

Whatcha watchin' the rest of the way?