It was a beautiful August night on the deck overlooking Casco Bay, and a handful of us were there on the deck of the Portland Comedy Connection enjoying some Coronas. We were all a bit inebriated, especially George Hamm. He was feeling a bit saucy that night, I guess we all were. Chuck Grover has always been Hammy’s punching bag, and Chuck has always wanted to get some sort of revenge on him. At one point we were all standing rather close, and George stuck his thumb in his Corona, placed it on his crotch, shook it violently, and released his thumb. Many of us saw it coming, except Chuck. The beer sprayed all over him, while we laughed at his pain. It was hilarious. Moments later, Chuck told me he would dump his beer down George’s pants. I SERIOUSLY doubted this, because in those days, I’d never see Chuck waste a beer. He proved me wrong though, and when the opportunity arose, Chuck dumped the beer right down the back of Hammy’s pants. The funniest thing was, it took George WAY too long to realize what had happened. He had a funny look on his face, but I think he actually thought that he had wet himself, and he was humored, but dumbfounded.

When he realized what had happened, he let loose hell. All the Chuck jokes followed, and then he was ranting about how Christmas was coming, and he wouldn’t give Chuck any gigs at that time of year.

“HO HO HO, Chuuuuuuucccckkkk!!!!!!!!” Was all he was saying for the next five minutes. And just like that, he threw his beer in the ocean and walked off without saying goodbye. It was like watching a drunken Jesse James leave the saloon, piss his pants, and walk off into the sunset. We didn’t see him again that night, but I would have loved to have been in the bar that he went to next, just to see the reaction from everybody. I thought I heard a “HO HO HO” later on.........