Great Moments in Towson History pt. 3: Big Tim the Pinata

Ok...we have our second guest writer on this blog. This is written by Tim Coefield (different Tim from our subject today). He's been my homie for years and had it not been for him I'd probably be wriiting Great Moments in George Mason History. Here goes:

My last semesters at Towson was filled with so many laughs that it was crazy. Most of the laughs were due to us making fun of people sorry to say, but it's true. Big Tim, and Josh felt the brunt of these jokes and most of them were derived from the creative mind of Mr. PJ. There's one particular night at Towson that stands out a whole lot though.

During the snowstorm of February 2003 I spent most of my time chillin with the fellas in their apartment at Towson Run. George, Josh and Big Tim were absent during the craziest night I ever saw in there. They were all chillin with a girl somewhere I suppose. It was myself (lil Tim), Reggie, big Karl, PJ, and at some points CJ. I arrived to the apartment around 9pm as usual on a Saturday night with nothing to do and everyone was in PJ's room chillin. PJ seemed to have had a little bit to drink tonight (not drunk, but real nice). No one else seemed to have had a drink unless they did it before I got there.

For those of you who don't know PJ, he's a helluva funny guy sober so when he gets a little alcohol in him its curtains when it comes to joke time. Let's refresh some memories. This is the same man who purposely made my boy Jamaal laugh real hard when he knew he had just had a hernia surgery, and told jokes about his grandma having M.S. that was actually funny.

This night for some reason his target was big Tim. I don't know why because big Tim wasn't even there. We already had our share of classic big Tim jokes such as the liquified Teddy Grahams, and him telling us that he pees and sweats a lot. The jokes started at around 10pm and was nonstop until about 3am. Tonight PJ created such classics as "I'm a big fat loser with a flat football head, I just can't do anything right", and the series of big Tim can't do anything without hurting himself jokes. Those jokes were the best and went something like this:

Tim is the only person who can blink and break his leg and Tim can go to sleep just fine and wake up with a broken foot, but of course he'd have to pee because he does that a lot. I just know when PJ said Tim looked like one of those scary footballs from back in the day with the faces on them I almost died that night. I never looked at Big Tim the same again.

PJ was pretty much the only person talking this particular night. The rest of us just sat back and laughed. The saddest thing about the whole experience is that Big Tim is one of our closest friends and we'd all do anything for the man, but we would have told the jokes whether he was there or not, and would probably do it again. Now that's what I call friendship.

You can read Tim's blog here.