Tribute to
Sideshow Bob

Being a longtime member of the Hardline subculture, I will forever  remember the first roadshow I attended. There he was, sitting atop an old pink Cadilac, in the parking lot. He was dressed in a white jumpsuit covered in sequins and spangles, throwing Ticket shirts out into a frenzied crowd, after wiping his face with each one. I said to the guy next to me, "Wow, pretty neat bit, who is that? Gordon? And he exclaimed, "No you fool, THAT is the King of all Spares, Sideshow Bob!"
(I framed the shirt as if it were a retired jersey)

Mike Boles
-- Noted Photo Wizard

There are many stories like theat one.   Those who have had their lives changed because of one man:  Sideshow Bob.   Bob entered the world like any King of Ticket Spares would.  He was pushed out of his mother's womb sometime between 3 and 7 PM on a weekday, preceeded by a long monologue of instructions. Legends even go as far to say that young Bob's first words were, "Stay hard, bruthaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Bob's influence has thousands of Ticketheads nationwide through his vast Internet presence.  But those who benifit most from his wisdom are those here locally.

Everything I have learned about being a spare, I owe to the great Sideshow Bob. Being a part of his entourage has been an experience I hardly believe I deserve. Most people could not dream of being even half the spare Bob is. When you witness him whip the ass of a Ticket personality, you can truly say you've seen the master at work.
Bob, you without a doubt have earned your title as King of all Spares. And about that man crush you have on Greggo, well you can count on me to keep it our little secret, brutha.

Tara in Lakewood

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