Big Feet Sighted
I’ve seen BIG FEET at least three times, but I’m still holding out hope on Big Foot.
If you were alive and swell in the 1970's, you will probably remember the television documentaries on Big Foot.
Turns out that Florida is one of the top five states in this country, reporting the most Big Foot sightings. This made me feel bad about myself because I've been deprived of the pleasure of meeting what could be an "inter-dimensional" being.
I have a friend in Ohio who told me that when he was in high screwl, most of his classmates were rapping about Big Foot pounding on their windows, or throwing big stones, or knocking over trees. 'twas common knowledge at the time, then before you could say B.S., the documentaries disappeared from the booby tube.
This silent banning of Big Foot stories on the tee-vee, though, did NOT make them go away. If you want to run down a gopher hole - type the term into YouTube, then do as Uncle Jed from The Beverly Hillbillieswould advise, "Sit back and set a spell." What you see may or may not make a believer out of you, but at least you'll no longer feel deprived.
Do I think Big Foot is for real?
I cannot say for sure, from experience, but I do know that BIG FEET is definitely real. I've spotted them on several occasions. At ball games. At the gym. In the sauna.
But three of these sightings stand out. Let me tell you about them.
My first BIG FEET sighting was in the late 1970's. I was at a Kansas City-Omaha Kings (now based in Sacramento) game. They were playing the Detroit Pistons.
The Kings had Nate "Tiny" Archibald on their squad. But Detroit had Bob Lanier, who wore a size 19 shoe. And he was only 6'5" tall.
Man, how I wanted to have feet as big as Lanier's, but it wasn't in the cards I was dealt.
Another BIG FEET sighting was at one of my son's college baseball games. A man sitting one row in front of me started a conversation with me about the game, which wasn't going so well for our team. Both of us were sitting when we began talking so his feet were hidden, but as the game progressed, our team took charge and we came to our feet and moved closer to the fence to applaud.
When I looked down I couldn't help myself. "My, what BIG FEET you have there."
The man laughed.
"What size shoe do you wear?" I questioned.
"I wear a size 21," he replied.
I looked for prints in the cement after he took a few steps, but there was nothing I could detect. Even so, I got to see BIG FEET... with all three of my eyes. In person.
That wasn't my last spotting, either.
I recall taking the family to Orlando to watch a Magic game.
And while walking past all the vendors selling fake foods, I came upon a GIANT of a man - a former NBA player, who had a life-size replica showcased. I looked down and saw BIG FEET staring at me again. The man, Shaquille O'Neal, wore a size 22.
Holy cow pie.
That's more than double the size of my shoes. This sighting humbled me as I thought I was big stuff. Damn.
I'm still holding out dope, choosing not to take hallucinogenics in order to see a big, hairy Big Foot out in the woods.
I hope to see one someday, but in the interim I can be thankful that I've seen BIG FEET at least three times.
Matt Furey
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There is a T-shirt available with a drawing of bigfoot (or sasquatch, here in Canada) and the caption 'Bigfoot saw me.' Do you think that Bigfoot has seen you Matt?
I’m not sure but it’s a possibility.