By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully November 25, 2005 at 2:36AM


THE KARATE KID is a movie very close to my heart. Sayonara, Mr. Miyagi...


Also, one of my favorite New York moments ever was being in The Parlour on the Upper West Side at 7:30 one Sunday morning to watch the Celtic/Rangers match with my friend Keir (after having been out the whole night before). Anyway, after the game--and several more pints--I noticed several loaded Scottish fellows looking at me and talking amongst each other. I thought they were mistaking me for someone else. They were. One of the guys approached with a smile and said, "Eh!" I began trying to explain that I probably wasn't who they were thinking I was, when the guy cut me off. "George Best," he said, in a thick Scottish accent. I didn't know how to respond. Then his eyes lit up even further. "Spittin' fuckin' image!" he said gleefully. I guess with my beard and alcohol-ravaged presence, I reminded them of the guy. They then proceeded to turn the ENTIRE BAR into a singalong to me/George Best. Strange, but funny. Truth be told, in the throes of my hardest, most impressive bender, I didn't come close to George Best on his most sober day. And for that, I salute him...