Jimmy, Groomsman

Super Pete, Super Chief, me

Jimmy (aka: Chief, Super Chief)

Jimmy is one of the most generous people I've ever been around, and defines the term "mi casa e su casa."  He's the original "making things right" guy.  Many of my friends in Pittsburgh know that to be one of my credos...you gotta make things right.  Admittedly, I learned and adopted that from Jimmy.  When it comes time for a little R & R,  you don't just half-ass things.  You make it right.

I met Jimmy playing softball in the early 90's, but we probably would've been good pals had we met elsewhere.  Jimmy was always older than me, but in "Jimmy years," I've probably passed him by now (I think he was 28 years old the first 3 years I knew him).  Jimmy's like the big bro I never had, who was into cool music before I was into cool music.  I always admired the fact that he was into bands like the Clash, the Sex Pistols, the Buzzcocks, and the Smiths at a time when I thought the only bands that existed where ones I saw on MTV as a kid.

Although he resembles Rodney Dangerfield and can look kinda goofy in a baseball hat, Jimmy is actually one of the most talented infielders I ever played with.  He was the best shortstop I had played with...until Brad (see below) came along.  And while he would probably even admit that, Jimmy's not one to lack in confidence.  He'll recall every big hit or great play he's ever made, and he never shies away from telling his OPRF baseball state championship days.  On the surface, it could sound cocky.  But the way Jimmy tells a story, there's always a comical aspect to it.  He's one of those guys whose just a lot of fun to be around.  We've shared a ton of laughs, and I'm proud to call him a dear friend.

if you never been out to dinner with Jimmy, this isn't too far off...