I never got to meet Richard either, but his persona was the stuff of legend on PO, and beyond. Like someone else said, if I had a nickel for every time he made me laugh... I'll never forget absolutely dying laughing at some of his onslaughts on eduk. No one could toe the line with the mountain of ignorance there like Beavermobile! Just a great ambassador of OSU and BeaverNation, and an exceptional person from what I gather with a great perspective. He and his may never know the good he did sharing his perspective the way he did, but I can say that his words and thoughts were very helpful to me as a Beav and just as a person at different times, as I'm sure they were to others as well. He will be greatly missed.
Post by bennyorange on Apr 11, 2016 11:36:38 GMT -8
For those of you that never had the chance to meet or converse with Richard you really missed out. One of the most genuine people you could ever hope to meet and had some of the funniest life adventures/stories I've ever heard.
We encountered each other on the old gobeavs@majordomo site and struck a chord with each other with our mutual hatred of all things uOFho. He even honored me with a listing on the original BM!! He would occasionally send me OSU trinkets he encountered in his travels and I cherish them to this day.
He put up one helluva fight against the bastard and was a Beaver believer to the bitter end. He will be greatly missed but fondly remembered by Beaver Nation.
Richard and I used to give each other a bad time on various message board, but eventually realized we had very similar senses of humor, and loved pulling pranks on folks who had it coming. When the old Pit board was still a thing (RIP), we would email and call each other behind the scenes quite regularly, laughing about getting someone's goat, or pulling yet another hoax on the administrator of a certain website for real dawg fans. My phone would ring and he'd tell me, laughing: "You're a sneaky little sh*t, Neidermeyer!"
Whether in person, on the phone, or online, I always enjoyed his wild stories. While sometimes the details would change from one telling to the next, that didn't matter. Richard knew how to entertain. He was as big a Beaver fan as there's ever been, but he also recognized that friendship trumped all of that (unless it was gameday). As so many folks have mentioned, Richard also knew how to make people feel important. He would ask about my business, about my family, and it always seemed like each conversation was the most important thing in the world to him at the time. It's no wonder he was a natural salesman!
Although we were in very different professional fields, we would occasionally talk business. When it became clear that I would be better off leaving the firm I was with and venturing out on my own, Richard gave wise advice. We were discussing my options, and he chimed in with something I've since repeated to others. "Coast, hear me on this. Keep it small, and keep it all. You can always grow from there." It was a very simple statement, but it cut through all of the BS. In the end, he was 100% correct. I'm grateful for his advice, and grateful that I was able to call the man a friend.
Post by tarpedseats on Apr 12, 2016 8:37:53 GMT -8
My wife, buddy, and I had the pleasure of sitting in the same row as BM during the magical Tostitos Bowl season. The row was on the old East side student section and was directly above all the tarped seats to separate out the student section (can you imagine??) We would giggle in glee over those seats as there wasn't anyone in front of us and we could stretch out and store all of our crap right on the huge space in front of us. He always had a crack at us as he stood to let us in or get out. It was a great ride and while I didn't see him a lot after that - always enjoyed his posts and have fond memories of sharing that season. Rest in Peace.
I only met him a few times - I was part of the bus trip he organized in Phoenix for the Insight Bowl in 2002.
In honor of his passing...
REPO SANTA November 22nd, 2000.
Anthony Martinez takes delivery of a 1995 Honda Accord from me. Anthony is a 24 year old construction worker who is highly undereducated. Anthony was a first time buyer, and the bank required him to provide the bank proof of income, proof of residence, and the names, addresses, and phone numbers of 5 people that he knew.
I informed Anthony of these requirements, and he brought me a paycheck stub over 3 months old. His proof of residence was a letter addresses to “Occupant” at his address. He provided 6 names and phone numbers including his 4 year old daughter! I explained to him that it wasn’t exactly what I had told him to bring. He explained that it was what he could find laying around.
The next day, I take the $8000 contract to the bank. Normally, I drop the contract off, go have lunch, and when I return, the check is ready.
Not this time.
The paycheck stub is wrong, the proof of residence is wrong, the references are wrong.
I have to get the right stuff before the bank will pay me.
I call Anthony’s house, and mom answers.
“I need to speak to Anthony” “He is on a construction job in Monroe. He won’t be home until next Saturday” “Can’t you reach him?!?!?”
“I call his work, which turns out to be a construction company run off of a guy’s kitchen table. I get the wife on the phone. Kids crying and fighting in the background. She says she has no way to reach anybody.
Hmm. So I wait a week, and call Anthony again. I left so many messages over the next weekend, the message machine filled up!
I call the work, the wife is starting to get mad at me. The parents are furious with me.
‘What does the bank need that info for? Its none of their business!’ “Oh yes it is.”
3 weeks goes by. The wife of construction guy hands up when she hears my voice. Mom and Dad MF every time I call.
December 22nd. My banker calls me, and tells me that they are closing the 24th and 25th. If Anthony doesn’t get those documents to them by the close of business on the 23rd, the loan is off.
Keep in mind, I have $2000 of Anthony’s money, and his $1000 trade in with a title.
He has MY car, and the bank has a contract worth $8000 of MY money!
I call the house one more time, and Anthony answers the phone!
He gives me a ration for calling everybody, I explain that I want my $8000 and the only way for me to get it is for him to provide me the documents I need to cash the contract. I tell him to just fax them over, but he says he will be in Tacoma the next day, and he will drop them off himself. I explain that if he doesn’t, he doesn’t have a car loan.
Next day at 5, my banker calls me and says Anthony didn’t show, and the loan approval is null and void.
My next phone call is to Stevie Rey. Stevie Rey is my repo man, and that is a complete story in itself. Stevie was a physics prof at U of W, and evidently flipped out one day and quit to start a repo company! Stevie could sit down with you and explain the Theory of Relativity in terms a layman could understand, but he probably couldn’t find his ass with both hands on a bet.
“Stevie, I need you to pick up a car, but I don’t know what to tell you. This kid hasn’t been around for a month and I don’t know when he will be home”
‘I know when he’ll be home” “How? Are you Kreskin or something?’ ‘EVERYBODY is home on Christmas”
“Oh man Stevie. I HATE for you to repo a car on Christmas, but if that is the only time you can get it, go ahead. But wear a Santa suit and bring me a picture of you repoing the car wearing it, and I will pay you an extra $20’ (I THOUGHT he realized I was kidding”
I pull into work the day after Christmas, and there is a cop car in my parking lot. I walk inside, and there is Anthony and his dad sitting on the couch looking very pissed. There is a bog ol Auburn police sergeant standing over them, and my 65 year old salesman over in the corner shaking with fear. Evidently Anthony and his dad came in breathing fire and started threatening him, and he called the cops.
The policeman told me that they wanted to talk to me, and did he need to hang around while they did. I said no, I had been down this road before, and there was no need.
I brought them into my office and started the canned speech I gave very person who I had to repo.
I hated to repo your car. Nobody wins. You don’t get to buy a car, I don’t get to sell one, they bank doesn’t get to make a loan, and.. Off the chair and 2 inches from my nose comes Anthony, ‘WHAT KIND OG MOTHERF@CKER WOULD SEND SOMEONE TO MY HOUSE ON CHRISTAMAS DAY DRESSED LIKE SANTA CLAUS TO REPO MY CAR?!?!?!?
My jaw hit’s the floor. I am thinking “Stevie Rey, I am going to kill you!”
I manage to make it through that exchange, and then I try to put the deal back together.
“Anthony, if you have those documents, I may be able to get your car back to you”
‘I WOULDN’T BUY A CAR HERE IF IT WAS THE LAST PLACE ON EARTH!”
Obviously, Anthony is upset!
I start talking to him again., and here he comes over the desk again.
‘MY DAUGHTER WAS OPENING UP HER PRESENTS, AND SHE LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW AND SAID “DADDY! SANTA CLAUS IS TAKING OUR CAR!”
Intuitively, I knew that if I started laughing, that this kid, all 5’6” and 135 pounds of him, was going to kill me.
I was literally gripping the edge of the desk so hard my fingers went numb. I was doing my very best to deep breathe because every fiber of my being was screaming to laugh out loud at the visual I was getting in my head.
Anthony was now so freakin’ mad that his dad has his arms around his waist and was holding him back from coming over the desk. I was sitting there semi-stunned still trying to recover from what I perceived as me ruining this 4 year old girls present and future Christmases. I am sure she was scarred for life.
The went out the front door calling me every name in the book ans some that not even I had heard before.
Half hour later, a tow truck pulls into the lot. I go outside and there is Stevie with the Honda in tow.
Are you out of your ever lovin’ mind?” I asked him
His reply was to pull out a Polaroid of him in yes, a Santa suit, hooking a chain to the Honda, and waving.
I paid him the extra $20.
I will spare you the phone call I got from the DMV investigator on Monday, but suffice it to say, he wasn’t going to issue a cease and desist order that Anthony demanded for “unethical business practices”
Flash forward to February 11th, 2001. I have a similar situation with a woman and a van in Gig Harbor. I call Stevie and tell him to go pick it up. Steveie asks me ‘Can this wait until Monday?”
“Stevie, I don’t think so. I think she is getting ready to bolt this weekend. Why, got a hot date or something?”
“Nope, just got a new Abe Lincoln outfit I have been dying to wear”
It dawned on me right them that Monday was President’s Day.
I told Stevie exactly where he could put the Abe Lincoln outfit.
My first contact with the great RT was apparently in the 2001 season, when my dad took me to my first Beaver game. He was in or near our section in his band leader outfit, or so my dad says, but I must admit having no recollection. As a high school senior, I must have been distracted by thoughts of going to college. (Or college guys. Whatever!!)
In the summer of 200?, after I had become a diehard Beaver, my dad introduced me to the pure orange message board. It must have been my lucky (no pun intended!) day because Lucky got back to me within a day or two with a login!
There was some post about men watching football, so I responded something about being a 24 year old woman who loved football. The next post after mine was some guy named Beavermobile, who told me that he "didn't know why," but it was a requirement that new members send him pics of themselves in their underwear. Normally, I would actually be pretty put off by that kind of joke from a stranger, but I must have sensed something about Richard and his overall harmlessness, because I just joked back something about my dad being a member, and hoping he enjoyed those underwear pictures
Over the years I came to really admire Richard's particular brand of Beaver fandom. He doesnt exaggerate anything about the ucks to make them look worse than they are (hey, they give us plenty of material that's 100% factual), and that makes his enthusiasm and positivity for the Beavs all the more genuine.
A couple of years ago, Richard made a comment on Pure Orange encouraging me to continue with my own enthusiasm for the Beavs. Considering the source, I considered it just about the highest order of compliment a Beaver fan could recieve.
I will keep the flame burning, my friend! Rest well.
Last Edit: Apr 13, 2016 8:00:03 GMT -8 by beav2007
I, too, never met Richard, but loved him instantly when reading his posts on PO. I often would access the site just to see if he had posted anything. He was always entertaining. I will always remember the story of him "magazining" the guy across the street from his business.
Richard, you meant so much to so many. You will be missed. I was sad to hear of your passing, but am relieved you are finally at peace.
Several years ago we ragged on BMoby a lot about a picture of him in his faded Beavers tee, which appeared to be salmon-colored (i.e., pink) instead of orange. He commented that he would probably go to his grave with that hanging over his head, which prompted me to write the following poem in his honor. I wish he was still here to read it once more.
Here Lies Beavermobile
Beavermobile had hoped that we,
Upon his untimely demise,
Would finally set his spirit free,
From the color that he despised.
We talked to the funeral director,
Told him what poor Richard would think,
If the stone's color was from the sector,
Of the color wheel section with pink.
So we bought this beautiful headstone,
Black and orange marble, like Richard would wish.
It isn't salmon in shade, hue or tone,
But it looks just like the fish!
Rest in peace, Richard. You have been and still are a fond part of our lives.