I don't have any great stories about fatty, but I think my brief interactions are quintessential "fatty".
Like many of you, I never got the chance to meet fatty, but it was obvious he was a brilliant, hilarious, and amazing person. We were facebook friends - fatty was always the best at crafting the most awkward birthday greeting imaginable, but the closest we had ever come to real-life meeting was with my brother. He found my brother on the KSU campus, awkwardly introduced himself, and said "Your brother is a BBs legend". Fatty is just so good at writing, being EMAW, and being funny that it honestly made me feel about as good as you can for message boarding prowess.
Then late last year I moved to the Bay Area, where fatty was spending a great deal of time helping his brother get through his cancer treatment as most of you now know. I got the following PM:
let's go:
http://www.kraftbowl.org/
though i'm sure with your family you can't go.
Of course I was in before I knew the teams - I couldn't imagine a better first fatty meeting than seeing the worst bowl-eligible BCS teams in a San Francisco baseball stadium. So how would we get tickets?
oh yeah, we would totally scalp. I own the black at&t park scalpers.
OK, the day just got better. I was so excited. I didn't post on the main boards but in any time there was a chat or turntable session I tried to brag about it. Still, at this point, we'd only interacted on the computer. The night before the game I got a call from fats. He tried to make it seem like he was awkward, I guess as a defense mechanism or something, but in reality he wasn't awkward at all (if he didn't want to be). We talked about life in the Bay, his story of meeting Jim Leavitt at a Sharks game and going into "fatty mode" in front of his family, games at Maples Pavilion (he had just gone to Stanford-Bethune Cookman and of course loved it), and life in general. Unfortunately, he couldn't make it to the Kraft Fight Hunger Bowl because his brother's condition had worsened and he couldn't be that far away for so long. He tried to get me to go to the game at Stanford that day (he had a twinge of hope in his voice), but I couldn't make it. Still, he was like, "well, I think I'm going to take next semester off to help my brother, so we'll have lots more opportunities to get together." I left the conversation with a HUGE smile on my face - I was so happy to get to know fats better, even though the circumstances weren't ideal.
We tried to meet up when CU came to town, but he was just too involved with his brother to make it happen. I invited him to Mitch Richmond bobblehead night, and he sent me his last PM with a touch of fatty sadness:
we are periodically traveling to NYC to see a specialist so i'm here, and then not here like a sine wave. won't be there that date. we need to see the golden state/minny or NYC game for billy/beasley
hope to do more with you soon
sorry it didn't happen. I'll miss you, fats.