The Corbett’s out of Local 40
My wife went grocery shopping on Saturday. She ordered a pound & a half of Boars Head bologna from the deli counter.
Sam the Butcher from the Brady Bunch would never stack the slices like this.
Tony the Butcher from my old neighborhood is rolling over in his grave.
Come on man…
Monday, April 4, 1983
It was a late Monday morning when I was walking across ninth avenue on my way to Pynn’s deli for a buttered roll and a coffee light and sweet.
Out of nowhere Joey Corrar appears. The guy was like Whodini, he was everywhere!
I almost get hit by a bus, I’m not sure if it was the 67 or 75? Either way the guy was flying down the avenue.
“HEY FINAMORE, KEEP AN EYE ON VALVANO AND THE WOLFPACK TONIGHT!” He shouts to me.
Okay bro, whatever, I think to myself.
“STEP INTO MY OFFICE,” he says to me.
I’m like, WHAT?
His office was Elvira’s doorway. You know, right where Harry’s Barbershop was located.
“GO WITH VALVANO AND THE WOLFPACK TONIGHT,” Joey says.
“I stopped gambling Joey,” I inform him.
Later that night North Carolina State was playing the University of Houston in the NCAA championship game.
I don’t recall anyone giving NC State a chance that night; not even me. But Joey did. From the enthusiasm in his voice, he loved their chances.
35 years later, we all know what happened that night in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Jimmy V’s squad upset Guy Lewis’ Cougars.
Final score: NC State 54 Houston 52
Joey hit the nail on the head. He picked the winner.
I should have listened to him, I could have won some cake.
Joey passed away 10 years ago this summer.