Helicopters Ripped My Flesh
This evening I watched Rob Morrow as the "bad coach" in The Bad News Bears. One staggers at the idea that this was the top grossing film of 1976. It's also staggering that I know this information. I could say, of course, that I wanted to show my son a film that I enjoyed as a child, but who's kidding who here? I wanted to see the damn thing. (My son, by the way, enjoyed it.)
Later, Rob Morrow was chopped into bits by a helicopter blade on the set of Twilight Zone: The Movie. One imagines that such a death would be fast but who can say. How strange it must have been--running through the fake Hollywood swamp, Speilberg yelling shit through his megaphone and then your perspective is so strange. I'm underwater. Where's my body. And as the blood evacuates the head and the neurons slow and then stop firing altogether it must be something like becoming, for a moment, a fish, thinking fish thoughts through that one last bit of cortex before falling under.
Of course I understand that the name "Morro Bay" has nothing to do with Rob Morrow, or with the process of being chopped to pieces by a rogue helipcopter, but so are the ways my thoughts ramble. The point is that Jefferson is in Morro Bay. A 95+ mile day yesterday, peppered with 20 miles riding in the wrong direction. (Following signs is sometimes a bad idea. Better idea: Stick to the book, Mr. Pitcher.)
Of course, being insane, Mr. Pitcher tells me that his new goal is to ride on down to San Diego and beyond to the border with Mexico. Good lord. What a fucking maniac that guy is.
So a prayer for the nuthatch: One day soon, you'll be sitting on a hill overlooking the bull ring in Tijuana. Godspeed you.
Posted by christian at July 13, 2003 09:16 AM
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Don't you mean Vic not Rob? As an old "Combat" fan from back in the day, just need to butt in here a little. Forgive the editorial interrupt, friend. Consider this a tiny margin note.~mikey
Posted by: mikey at July 14, 2003 07:26 AM
Yes, it's true I meant Vic. Who the fuck is Rob Morrow? Did I make that up? Two Vietnamese kids were also hacked up by that helicopter blade. What a shame. He was such a prick in The Bad News Bears, though, that my disappointment is tempered with relief. The wicked too will get their come-uppance.
Posted by: Christian Kiefer at July 14, 2003 12:09 PM
Rob Morrow was from that wonderful show Northern Exposure. He was the out-of-place Doctor from New York, eternally longing for culture.
Posted by: Randi at July 14, 2003 04:11 PM
Not related to either Vic or Rob Morrow, or Morro Bay for that matter, but I should put into writing an apology for Mr. Pitcher here, RE: the business & the Misguided Northern Passage...
So last weekend a camping trip, in the pedal-falls of Mr. Pitcher, took place, northwards through the town of Gualala, where you may remember Mr. Pitcher turned around...
Our friends at Yahoo list this as a 121 mile journey, but with costal winding & switching back, it is by car a 3.5 to 4 hour trip. Cypress trees twist unnaturally and are devoid of foliage on their northern sides from constant wind. Both SaraBeth and I were pretty damn impressed at the feat of cycling that far north.
And no, we didn't see a single rider crazy enough to travel northwards, but at least a dozen going southwards.
(& wasn't vic morrow the cook in Alice?)
Posted by: ron at July 15, 2003 10:05 AM
In response to Mikey's "Yes, it's true I meant Vic. Who the fuck is Rob Morrow? Did I make that up? Two Vietnamese kids were also hacked up by that helicopter blade. What a shame. He was such a prick in The Bad News Bears, though, that my disappointment is tempered with relief. The wicked too will get their come-uppance."
What the f*ck?!?! How does PLAYING a bad guy ROLE justify the actor's death in your mind? Have you no sense of the reality that the actor and the role are not one and the same? Should Pacino die for Scarface? Vic Morrow was a great actor who had the misfortune to take a badly-needed job working for careless idiots (Landis and Speilberg) and paid the ultimate price, as did the two illegally-hired children working at 2AM on an explosives-loaded set. Whether joking or not, your comment was moronic and unforgivable.
Posted by: John Rosa at February 2, 2004 06:47 AM
