Thursday, July 3, 2008
He's dead
Bozo is dead. He's really dead. One of my biggest childhood regrets was not getting to play the Grand Prize Game. All hope is lost.
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3 comments:
Aw man. I always wanted to play that game, too. It pissed me off when kids would miss the first bucket.
RIP Bozo.
Congrats on your award. And I also love the "art" of you kicking blockhead's ass.
When I was 9, my family moved out of the city and to the 'burbs. About a year later, I was watching Bozo (this must have been in 1972) and my fourth grade friend Peter was on the grand prize game! I was excited on one hand, and bummed on the other that I no longer in touch with him, and couldn't talk to him about it.
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