Mon Oct 28, 2013 6:07 pm
Ah, Reggie Bars, what wonderful memories they bring. I'll never forget the summer of 1977, shortly after they came out. Reggie had spent one year with my beloved Birds, and actually played quite well. Then left as a free agent to the pinstripes' folks. I was out one evening with a good friend that summer, and it was late, around midnight, and we got the munchies. We were both 19 at the time.
And like the mature, well rounded young adults we were, as we walked the aisles of the local 7-11, we found a bag of Reggie Bars. Somehow, the bag found its way to the floor in the aisle. And suddenly, my buddy and I got the urge to dance. Specifically, the stomp. And lo and behold, each and every Reggie Bar in the bag was smashed to smithereens.
Ah...the fun and joy of youth.