St. Patrick’s Day in Cleveland 2012 Recap

Legend has it, St. Patrick banished all the snakes out of Ireland. Historians say it isn’t fact, but rather years of exaggerated story telling. I, Superpimp, who some say has been around for a lot of history (Ha!) say it is true. He rounded all of them up and sent them to Pittsburgh.

All I know is, St Patrick must have made himself a honorary Clevelander after witnessing the party our wonderful people and city threw for him. I think he was a little surprised to see how many people of different races, colors, and creeds claimed Irish heritage last Saturday.

I got downtown about 10:00am on Saturday after not getting home Friday night until 4:00am. ( Pimpin’ ain’t easy.) My good friend from Lorain, Jim Maschari, met with me at the Barley House along with his friend Ray and his wife. After inhaling a couple of quick drinks, we migrated to Bar Louie’s for a bite and a “ Snake Bite”; or four. On to the Drop Bar outside patio for some shots, and some pics with fans, including WWE’s Derrick Bateman.

I walked past the “new” club, Martini 6 (formerly Sin) and ran into my bud Don Devries, the man of Martini 6. It was their grand opening with one of my fav bands “Iphonic“ who put a great show; but I was kind of surprised they had a couple drinks before they went on, HA! (Look for the soon to be released Iphonic music video, featuring your very own Superpimp)

What a blessed day, weather-wise. I ended my night on the roof of the Velvet Dog.

Thanx to all the fans who took pics and stopped to talk and party. You made my day! A special shoutout to the people of Cleveland; 500,000 strong only 21 arrests. A great example to other cities; let’s keep it up!

- SP

Magic Coat

Suit Name:

“Magic Coat”

Where and When Did I Get This Suit?

This suit is one of the few I couldn’t make up my mind about. Most of the time I see a suit and I know it’s me without even trying it on. Even with the suits that catch my eye, but I don’t take to immediately, I decide one way or the other before I leave the store. With this one, it took me three more times to see it over an eight month period to make a final decision. I finally bought it about a year and a half ago.

What does this suit mean to me?

This suit has a special meaning to me in a very different way than many of my others. It is the most interactive suit I own. Both men and women ask to try on my suit coats. They usually show their friends and take pictures. This coat, more than any other, is requested to be tried on. I am not exactly sure why; it’s just the way it is. Watching people completely change their mood and personality by just wearing a garment is so inspiring to me. My true joy comes from watching usually introverted persons become on the outside what they only allowed themselves to be on the inside.

My Favorite Night In This Suit:

Unlike my other suits, I don’t have just one special night having to do with me, but rather many ongoing nights of bringing happiness to others. I am very blessed to have the ability to create a good time out of anything I choose to do. Unfortunately most people do not for one reason or another. I just love the power I have to bring a smile to people’ faces, and exercise this power every opportunity I get. A very important tool I have to accomplish my quest is what I call the “Magic Suit.” For just that few minutes it’s worn, people of all ages “magically” forget the clouds in their life, and feel the sun on their face.
Until next time,

- SP

Pimps & Pimpettes Party Hosted by SuperPimp at Barley House Cleveland



Swimsuit Contest at the Islander Grill

This past Sunday I went to an event where I had the most fun since my own Pimp & Pimpette party!

The event was organized by the beautiful & talented Shannon Prada to showcase her new swimsuit line and to celebrate Donnie’s 19th birthday. Ha! The party was at at the Islander Grille in Parma and was hosted by the equally beautiful & high energy Kileigh Hohenfeld.

I was a celebrity judge along with Joe Quebodeaux from iPhonic and Aaron LaFette.Dj Xcell provided his expertise in creating the musical atmosphere.

The two highlights of the event ( besides the models ) were the fire show put on by Cleveland’ best bartender Robbie Flair and the impromptu performance by Iphonic singer JQ. Check out the video.

Congratulations to the two winners, Tara and Victoria, who will go on to the finals.

A very special Congratulations to Shannon, Kileigh, and Donnie on a very successful as well as entertaining event.

A special thanx for letting me be a part of this memorable night………

- SP


Shinto Chef, JQ, Kileigh, Robbie Flair and Myself Drinking out of back to the future pitcher used in the iPhonic video








Super Tuesday: Make Sure You Go Vote


If you want real CHANGE in this great country your choice can only be RON PAUL! Why? The short answer is: his policies are formed by the CONSTITUTION, not politics.

I am a well informed political junkie. If u disagree, or think ur candidate is better 4 this country, let’s debate below:

Electric Blue

Hello fans of the “Suit Stories”. Good to have you back!

Today we are going to talk about one of the three original Superpimp suits.

Suit Name:

“Electric Blue”

Where and When Did I Get This Suit?

It is actually the first of the very few non-suits I own. By that, I mean a coat which did not come with it’s own pants. It was an orphan, so to speak, due to the fact someone bought the pants, vest, and the regular length suit coat designed to be worn under Electric Blue. Apparently the boy didn’t have the “testicular fortitude” to wear the knee length jacket.

His loss, was my gain. There it was, hanging in all its glory, all alone, waiting to be “adopted”. Knowing the proprietor of the store was stuck with the coat, I made my offer….$20 bucks. He said it was worth 5 times that amount, and I said, you’re right. However, you already got your money out of it by selling the rest of the suit and nobody is going to buy a bright royal blue knee length suit coat with no pants, i replied.. He looked at me and said, “ You have ‘nads’ the size of bowling balls”! I gave him the $20, he threw in a free pair of socks and I walked out with Electric Blue.

What does this suit mean to me?

The next weekend I matched up the coat with black pants from one of my other suits, found the perfect tie for $5 on sale, and headed out for a night on the town. Although math was never my strong point, I figure I have $25 invested in what is even to this day, one of my favorites. All the compliments I’ve received in the last ten years due to this suit is testimony to one of my original lessons of Pimpology 101..“It’s not what you paid for it; it’s how you wear it.”

My Favorite Night In This Suit:

Since this one of my older suits, with so many great memories, it is hard to pinpoint just one, but i will.

I always wanted to go to South Beach for vacation. I had been to Daytona many times, but there was this mystique about the place where the stars go to hang out. A few years ago I finally got my opportunity. My first night there I wore the Pink Panther suit, the second night the Electric Blue. What a perfect Florida night in late March; 70 degrees with a nice breeze off the ocean. I was walking down Ocean Dr. when I passed one of many outdoor restaurants. There, were seven people from Brazil having dinner together and they called me over to introduce themselves ( four girls & three guys, all beautiful people inside & out). After a few drinks, we went to the “Clevelander“ nightspot. (Look for a complete review of the Clevelander in South Beach, soon on “Superpimp Places”).

South Beach rocks till 4am, then the real party starts. We went back to their adjoining suites for a few more drinks on the beautiful terrace overlooking the lights of this vibrant city.

At this point, as in any good G-rated movie, the lights slowly dim, and the next thing you see is the sun rising.

Until next time,

- SP

Chapter III – The Elementary School Years – Part 2 of 3

I am going to make a little detour here in part 2 before closing out the elementary school years in part 3.
I would be remiss not to speak of the joy and importance of being free to just be a kid during those formative years.

The day would truly begin when the end of school bell rang. A sweet and joyous sound, actually not marking the end of school, but rather the beginning of fun and adventure. During school we would talk amongst friends deciding what to do before the street lights came on. (It was the official time you had to be in the house or else.)

A typical school night would find myself, and the other 8-10 kids in the neighborhood all playing together outside; sun or snow. We would play from after school until dinner time. My dad would stand on the front porch and whistle for my sister and I to come home. Dad had two distinct tones to his come home whistle. The first time he whistled it was sharp but pleasant, because you knew a home cook meal was waiting. If he had to repeat, the second was shrill, and said without words I had about a minute to hit that porch. If I wasn’t there yet, and he had to yell my name, even God said “ That boys in trouble! “ Our neighbors, Frank and Marge Baum, would call their kids Larry, Terry, and Mark with a bell.

After dinner, we would watch “ Popeye the sailor “ cartoons on the “Barnaby” show then right back outside. We would play wiffle baseball ( played with a plastic bat,and plastic ball with holes) on the field we built. The field also supported our football games during that season. If at least one set of parents were out on their porch after dark, we got to play flashlight tag. Our neighborhood ,like many others during that time, was filled with the sounds of adult neighbors talking while their children play. A stark contrast to today’s empty yards, and just an occasional wave to other people on the street.

Saturdays were always magical whether during the school year or summertime. After the morning shows I talked about in Chapter II, we would grab our gloves, bats, balls and head to my second home, Lakeview Park. Along the ¾ of a mile walk we would stop, pickup friends, and say hello to their parents. We would play pickup games of baseball, football ( tackle without pads) or basketball all day long. The difference between playing ball in the neighborhood and the park was the interaction with guys who we sometimes didn’t know. This brings us to the importance of personal interaction with others as a kid.

Some people believe everything you need to know can be found on the internet. Certainly most any fact can be found. You can interact with millions of people all over the country and the world instantly. With all this knowledge and communication, why is there so much violence among preteens, teens, and even young adults today? I believe much of it is caused by a generation of young people who looked at a monitor rather than someone in the eye. When you’re put in situations with other kids, such as a park , face to face, with limited adult supervision, you learn to work things out. When we, and another group of guys approached the only diamond left at the same time, the potential for violence was there. Many in today’s world would pull out a gun or knife to try to show who’s the bigger “man.”

In our situation, because both groups had experience dealing with others face to face on a human level, a compromise was usually struck. Were there times when it turned to “violence?” Of course; boys will be boys. It was however, the exception rather than the rule. Our “violence” was a fair fistfight which was broken up as soon as someone was clearly the loser before they were seriously hurt. Most of the time we would become friends and friendly rivals. Bullies are a growing problem among young people today. Some kids are even resorting to suicide. When I was growing up there were bullies, but they weren’t a problem long. Usually the problem was solved by the person being bullied and his or her friends. If it got passed that to the school, a very large and nasty football coach would “council “ the bully after hours in an empty locker room. Of course, many methods which worked well in the past are now politically incorrect. Where has political correctness taken this country?

- SP


see more stories from the early years


What was your favorite thing about growing up?

1st Annual Pimps & Pimpettes Party Recap & Photos

Wow! What a party! Of course I’m talking about the 1st Annual Pimps & Pimpettes party, held Jan. 25th, at the Barley House, Downtown Cleveland. There were two things I wanted to have happen that night:

First and foremost, I wanted everyone who was nice enough to attend to have a great time. As most of you know, what I “pimp“ is good family, good friends, and good times. Second of all, I wanted to have a great turnout to reward all the hard work my support teams had put out.

Well I’m happy to report both things came to pass.

Party Pana supplied great music, and was overheard to say “ It looks like a Saturday night “ A majority of people dressed to impress in their best sexy pimp or pimpette outfit. The outfits became complete when they put on their complimentary Superpimp moustaches. ( the girls as well as the guys! )

A large group of still & video photographers captured the night for posterity. Many thanks to Matt Keirsey, Evan Bryan, Keith Galloway and Huy Pham.

The newest drink, concocted by Robbie Flair especially for the party, called the “Pimpopolitan”, became an instant hit. I would like to take a moment to sincerely thank the gracious staff at the Barley House for all they contributed to the success of the event, especially Corey, Joe, Frank, Stephanie and the gorgeous Barley Girls.

A special thanx to my marketing team, UpsideDownFoot Media, who helped put this night together.

Last but not least, thanx to the greatest fans in the world for supporting me once again.

- SP

What was your favorite part about the party?

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Teal Temptation

Suit Name:

Teal Temptation

Where and When Did I Get This Suit?

I watched this one from the the time it arrived at the store. I figured no one would have the Testicular Fortitude to wear it. So I waited till the price came down and bought it.

My Favorite Night In This Suit:

My favorite night with this suit was when my cousin’s daughter got married in Lexington, Ky. When I walked into the church for the ceremony, I saw the bride’s maids dresses were the same color. Both families got a good laugh out of that. She married a great guy, ( deputy sheriff ) who happens to be black. His family thought I should have sat on their side of the church with my suit. How funny is that!?

The Sunshine Suit

Suit Name:

The “ Sunshine “ Suit

Where and When Did I Get This Suit?

I actually got this suit off a closeout rack. One of my original sayings is, “ It”s not what you paid for it, it’s how you wear it! “ This suit is a prime example.

What does this suit mean to me?

I really enjoy wearing this suit on very hot summer nights. Even in Cleveland, this suit makes me feel like I’m walking down the beach with a beautiful woman on a tropical island.

My Favorite Night In This Suit:

One of my favorite nights wearing this suit included two very beautiful Asian women. They invited me back to their mansion for dinner. The meal was prepared by them on a giant hibachi in the patio. Weather was perfect and so was feast. The rest of the story is up to your imagination.

Jamaican Model Search SuperBomb Sundays at Shooters

Last night was the Jamaican Model Search party hosted by Cali Miles, music by iPhonics and celebrity judge, yours truly, at Shooter’s. The advice to my fans all last week was to not miss this party. Well, for those who went, you can thank me later. For those who did not, tried to tell ya. What a great event! Shooter’s was full. The music was hot and so were the women. ( Both contestants & non-contestants ) This was the first of five Sunday night bikini contest parties. The only drawback to the night was Dj Donkis, DJ EV & Robbie Flair were all there. ( Just joking guys! ) Here’s a few pics to show what a tough job I had last night…Pimpin’ ain’t easy!

- SP













Pink Panther 2

Suit Name:

Pink Panther 2

Where and When Did I Get This Suit?

I got this suit from a now defunct clothing store at Richmond mall. The middle eastern man that owned the store was a nice guy. At the time he also owned a store in Elyria where I had met him originally.

What does this suit mean to me?

This suit was a Godsend to me. My original pink suit, (The one featured in the Charles Barkley Cavs video) has seen it’s better days. I thought I’d never find one to replace it until I stumbled onto it. When I saw it, my heart skipped a beat.

My Favorite Night In This Suit:

One of my favorite nights in this suit is the night the picture to the left was taken. The girls approached me to take the pic at the beginning of the night. They were a lot of fun and this turned out to be one of my personal favs. Later that night, I met and had drinks with Siren, one of the girls from the American Gladiator TV show. After that I had shrimp & champagne on a $500,000 boat. The night ended with a proposition to join a man and his wife in a threesome. (It was a great temptation, but I respectfully declined.)

All Metal Sales Holiday Party

A very special thanks to Dennis Moore, his boss, and all the employees of All Metal Sales for inviting me to do a personal appearance at their company Christmas party.
The event was held at the Saucy Bistro in Westlake last Saturday. I am always a little apprehensive about doing these parties, but they all could not have made me feel more welcome (I thought I was crazy). We all had some great laughs, and I think a good time was had by all.

By the time I left, I felt like I had known these people for a long time. I would love to go to another party hosted by this group because I miss them already.

Another pleasant surprise for the night to me was that my friend Rob Turek was the celebrity bartender. He did a great job as always!

Once again, thanks to the great employees of All Metal Sales for a very enjoyable evening…….
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!

- SP







DJ EV Brings Superpimp On Stage

Special shout out 2 DJ E-V 4 his great performance & 4 having me on stage. Thanx 2 the Pimpettes 4 escorting me on stage. U guys are great.

Chapter III – The Elementary School Years – Part 1 of 3

Summer is over and the rumor is this school business I’ve heard about is going to start. As I talked about in Chapter II, my “neighborhood“ was really expanding. What a great adventure it was to board the yellow school bus heading for parts unknown, or Brownell School, whichever came first.

For whatever reason, my parents started me in the first grade, rather than kindergarten, with Miss Brown as my first teacher. I remember her as a pretty woman with black hair, black glasses, and a black dress. I’m sure she had other dresses, but that’s the only one I remember.

The school building itself was the last of the real old school style, built in the early forties. It had a porch with an archway leading to the front door. When you entered there was a circular atrium from which the different classrooms branched off. The structure was made predominately of wood rather than the concrete and tile floor of most schools of today. The building itself no longer exists; replaced by an empty lot in a now bad neighborhood. Gone forever are the great smells and atmosphere unique to this style of school building.

Original Gangster


I attended Brownell for just one year because a new more modern school was completed closer to my house. Second grade found me at Lakeview School across from my favorite childhood place, Lakeview Park. Mrs Peters was my second grade teacher, followed by Mrs. Gerber- 3rd, Miss Manley-4th, and Mr. Berry through half of 5th. I’ll explain a little later why it was only half a year.

In a stark contrast to my later academic habits, I was a good and well behaved student. At that time all you got for grades were O’s for outstanding, S for satisfactory, and U for unsatisfactory. What meant the most to me were the nice side notes my teachers would write about me on the report cards. I won many spelling bees, but my crowning achievement of elementary excellence was winning the fifth grade prize for best report on the United Nations. The prize was a crappy book about the U.N. autographed by the school Principal; not cool. What was cool, was knowing for that moment, I was the best in all of the 5th grade. My chest is still a little bigger to this day because of it. (And I still have the book!)

It is my theory we learn much of what we know about ourselves and our relationship with others by the third or fourth grade. After that we just get older and think we can change the root of who we are. We over emphasize what we think is appealing to others and then build a facade around our weaknesses thinking no one notices. The result of this approach to life is never really feeling free to express the inner beauty of our true selves. Exposing our vulnerabilities to others not only brings freedom of mind and soul to us, but also to those around us who long to be free as well. Sorry, I got off on a little tangent; back to school.

It goes without saying recess was the biggest attraction of elementary school. At Lakeview School outdoor recess was all about two things; the boy’s version of a Maypole, and kick ball. During the winter months we had gym class, featuring dodge ball. Nothing manlier at that age than taking a hard rubber dodge ball flush in the face and holding off tears and embarrassment.

To me, the second biggest attraction in the third grade was Carol Zagorski. She was by far the prettiest girl in the whole school. Curley blond hair to her shoulders and her blue eyes added up to my first known crush. She was the first, but not the last girl to teach me, pretty girls can make us men do stupid things. I devised a fool-proof plan to win her favor. I sacrificed a nickel from my lunch money (previously earmarked for a bottle of chocolate milk) to buy her a Chuckles candy bar. A Chuckle was made up of six different flavored licorice squares made to share. I envisioned me showing her a clever physical trick, so wowing her that we would soon be walking hand in hand sharing my gift of Chuckles. Didn’t exactly work out that way. The trick required me to walk with my head back so I couldn’t see where I was going. I proceeded to walk directly into a telephone pole in front of the school, opening a deep gash in my chin. Bleeding profusely, I dropped the candy and ran into the nurse’s office. Walking back outside while gathering what was left of my dignity, I saw her talking and laughing with the most popular guy in school. She was offering him one of my Chuckles. I walked away with two scars; one under my chin and one in my heart. Does some version of this story sound familiar to anyone, whether you be a man or woman?

- SP



What was your favorite thing about growing up

Browns Tailgate IV – Sunday Funday 2011

Thanx for stopping by.

It’s been an exciting couple of weeks regarding attaining my dream. There was the article in the Cleveland Scene Online Magazine, which received more feedback than any other article that day by far. This week was my interview on the Alan Cox Show. I will tell you more about that experience a little bit later.

On a different note, Sunday was the most monumental Browns tailgate party of all time.

The weather was absolutely perfect (especially for late October.) The women were all hot, the guys were all cool. Believe it or not, there were some people indulging in a variety of adult beverages. Cleveland knows how to throw a party, and how to still love their Browns, through ups and downs.

There were many highlights:

First and foremost, I was able to spend some time with some new Superpimp fans, as well as the tried and true. Even after all these years, it still amazes me what wonderful people live in and around Cleveland.

The Tailgate Deejays did a wonderful encore performance of the Chariots of Fire slow motion skit. Did anyone catch that on video?

The Browns Bunch did their usual, and now expected, great job of entertaining a large crowd. I ran into Chad Zumock partying on their famous Browns Bunch Bus (a real nice vehicle). He was great as always. The Browns Bunch and all their friends are truly wonderful people.

I stopped by the WMMS tailgate party at the Muni to say hello to Alan Cox and thank him again for having me on his show. There were many local celebs present such as Machine Gun Kelly (a very nice and humble young man), Big Dog, Captain Cleveland, DJ EV and Party Pana rocked the party all day with good music. Sorry guys, but my personal highlight was when Erika form the Alan Cox Show came up to talk with me. For those of you who have not seen her in person, she is one beautiful, as well as gracious person.

I hope you enjoy the pix we’re posting. If you have some, be sure to post them on Facebook.

Be on the lookout for Chapter III – The Elementary Years coming soon.

- SP



































Superpimp In Studio with Alan Cox, Chad and Erika

Outside WMMS HeadQuarters

Ready, Set, Go

Inside the beautiful studio of the Alan Cox Show

Loved the wallpaper

- SP


Chapter II – The Pre-School Years

It seems that, as we go through life, we live in many different “neighborhoods”. Not only where your home is, but also classrooms, work environments, etc. We are, in a way, forced to be in contact with people from whom we learn concepts of life, love, right and wrong.

My first neighborhood was on Nichols Avenue in Lorain, Ohio. It was a great place to grow up. Lorain was a fairly big city, about 70,000 people of many ethnic groups. People came from all over the world to work in the many industries Lorain supported. There was U.S. Steel (where I worked as a teenager), Ford Motor Company, American Ship Building and many others. A man or a woman with limited skills but a great work ethic could make a good living for themselves and their families. It was truly a microcosm of America at the time!

My family was composed of Mom, Dad and I, until my sister Carole was born when I was 4. My brother Danny came along when I was 10. Economically we were lower middle class; spiritually we were rich and happy.

Since I hadn’t started school yet, all there was to do was play. My brother Dan was too young and my sister a girl, so luckily there was Larry Melia, Tommy Bayne and Jimmy Karnik. There were also the Baum twins but they were not allowed to cross the street. (10 yards wide and 1 car per hour…ha!)

Larry Melia was my best friend. We were inseparable from sun up to sun down. I was about one year older then him so he looked up to me as a teacher and protector. I really enjoyed the role because it also helped me be a better person, and later a better older brother.

I spent a lot of time at Larry’s house learning from his family. His parents Laura and Bill were a class act. The way they walked, talked, dressed and generally carried themselves taught me very much. I also learned what making out was from his older sister. No, not directly, but through advanced spy operations carried out by Larry and I.

One night when I was staying overnight at his house we heard his sister Wilma and her boyfriend Tom in the front room. They were in junior high and we kept hearing them talking, laughing and giggling. Our young boy curiosity got to us and we quietly opened the bedroom door and proceeded to crawl to the end of the hallway. Afraid he would get caught, Larry would hide behind me as we peeked in.

It is important to understand that making out in those days meant sitting next to each other holding hands and kissing closed mouth…no laying down or touching forbidden body parts.

Even though we were 5 and 6, it was an exciting learning experience. It wouldn’t be for another 6 years before I had the chance to try it myself.

Just a side note: Wilma and Tom have been married for at least 45 years. Wonderful people, great couple. We told them this story at their dad Bill’s funeral a few years back and they got a good laugh.

Saturday morning T.V. was a huge part of developing my concept of what life should be. All the shows, all the characters, both cartoon and real, were righteous heroes who stood for justice and the American way, There were no gray areas: good was good, evil was evil. You must always defeat evil and evil never won. That was the theme for Roy Rogers, Sky King, Rin Tin Tin, Mighty Mouse and the Lone Ranger.

After we watched T.V. we would play outside until the sun went down. Since we were too young to go to Lakeview Park, we set the field behind the Hageman’s house so we could play baseball and football. We would pretend we were all sports heroes. There wasn’t one of us that thought we couldn’t play in the big leagues when we grew up.

In just a few weeks summer would end and my neighborhood would expand by starting school.
Thanks for stopping by and keep an eye for Chapter III, The Elementary School Years.

- SP


Why Do I Wear Suits?

If I had a nickel for every time I was asked this question, I would be as rich as people think I am.

When I was growing up, men and boys always wore suits for occasions such as weddings, going to church, parties, funerals etc. It was a matter of respect. Respect for yourself, your family and others. My daughter gets upset with me whenever I go to one of her school functions because I always wear a suit (not pink..Ha!). It is second nature for me to “dress for respect”. This is the way I was brought up. As we all know, when we leave our parent’s influence, we have the tendency to not follow some of the things they insisted upon. This did not happen to me because of an adventure that “superpimped” me forever.

Have you seen the new T.V. show called “Pan Am”? The show depicts the glamour of flying as it used to be. The stewardesses were all gorgeous; the pilots handsome. They wore meticulous uniforms accenting the class of air travel.

As I stated in Chapter I of my bio, my mom was from England. Working 3 jobs, dad saved enough money to fly us to England to meet my grandparents for the first time, when I was 7 years old. Passengers always dressed up to fly, so mom bought a pilot’s suit (uniform) for me to wear on the plane. It was complete with an authentic pilot’s cap. I had worn regular suits before, but this one was “superpimp”!

Starting at the airport, I could see people smiling and pointing at me. As I was boarding the KLM Royal Dutch Airlines plane, I saw more dressed up kids in front of me. The stewardess greeted them cordially. To this day I remember her blonde hair and blue eyes as she saw me. Her face lit up with an angelic smile and said to me: “You are one handsome young man in that suit.”

After everyone was seated, she took me into the cockpit to meet the pilot. Flying was so different before 9/11. He showed me all the instruments and even let me sit in the captain’s chair. What a thrill! However, my biggest thrill was yet to come.

When the plane took off, she took me back to the “galley” and showed me off to the other stewardesses. As I sat in their laps, talking and laughing, my seven year old body started acknowledging feelings I never felt before. I didn’t know what the sensations meant, but I knew I would never be the same again.

The Superpimp Suit Syndrome was born…

Chapter II of the early years, coming soon!

Thanks for stopping by,

- SP


Browns Tailgate II – Sunday Funday 2011

Tailgating on Browns Sunday is a spiritual happening. This past Sunday was no exception.

There were angelic looking women and devilish men, all attending the church of the Browns. Everyone was doing their own ritual with a common theme: An equal love for the Browns and for the Party.

I kept my promise not to go to the pit in protest for the greedy pedestrian fee. And what a great decision that was: “Muni” was in rare form.

The highlights of the day at “Muni”:

#1: The slow motion game played to “Chariots of Fire” music. What a creative and entertaining skit! Hilarious! It was performed by the guys at the “only tailgate with a dance floor”, the DJs tailgate.

#2: The always great job done by the “Browns Bunch” bringing music and excitement to the party. They always treat me well. Loved braking it down to “Jessie’s Girl.” Thanks guys. You are becoming tailgating legends.

I invite you all to share your best moments at last weeks tailgate party and the Browns win.

See you all this Sunday at the “Muni”…..

BROWNS 99 Titans 0

- SP