Randy White a Dallas Cowboy

      I guess this falls under a story about people who have completely overblown egos. In The early 1980’s I worked for the Fort Worth Police department. I was a single guy on the evening shift. On a main street in my beat there were many strip joints. The street was E. Lancaster. Back in those days there were a lot of those establishments, although they were called Gentleman’s Clubs. Apparently, there were some wives who bought the line when their husbands told them they were going to a Gentleman’s Club as if it was a cultured place. The women who danced at the clubs were nasty. You had to be drunk to have a good time and even get close to them.

      There was one club where the women were gorgeous. They were ahead of their time. The big sign outside said, ‘The Executive Suite, a Gentleman’s Club.’ It was popular with many of the Dallas/Fort Worth elite because the women were good looking and friendly.

      Strip clubs were always having disturbances. We did what we had to do. My buddy, Mike Bowman, and I liked going into the Executive Suite. Police could go in anyplace serving alcohol anytime they like and go anywhere they wanted. The owners knew this. They also knew the police could shut them down anytime they deemed it necessary. When a police officer walked in the place the management and staff were always accommodating. My buddy and I knew the manager, bar tenders, waitresses, and the dancers. The manager brought us Cokes and the girls gathered around and we talked. We felt comfortable there. The manager figured if we were occupied with the girls we wouldn’t go searching their locker room. Which was a good strategy, it worked. We mostly stayed out in the main club watching the dancers and talking to the girls who weren’t dancing.

      One day we walked in, and the manager had a big greeting and told the waitress to bring us a couple of Cokes. We stood there a few seconds and two of the dancers walked up and kissed us on the cheeks. We both knew them and started talking as our Cokes were brought up.

      We hung out with them and talked for several minutes. Two guys walked up. I recognized one immediately. It was Randy White of the Dallas Cowboys. Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth area you run into many important or famous people. I talked to many athletes, people in the entertainment industry, and many distinguished politicians, Including the President of the United States during my time there. That’s a whole other story though, by the way it was President George H.W. Bush.

      As White and his buddy walked up, they budged their way into our conversation. I didn’t think anything about it because it was Randy White. My buddy recognized him too. Randy White’s friend started talking, apparently, he was the front man, “Ladies, let me introduce to you Mr. Randy White.”

      The ladies politely acknowledged as neither White or his front man ever looked at me or my partner. I’m now thinking, ‘Okay, what do we have here. I mean at least say something to us. We are talking to the girls.’

      The girls turned back and continued to talk to us. They ignored White and his friend. White hasn’t said a word yet. The front man spoke up again, “Ladies this is Randy White of the Dallas Cowboys.”

      The girls nodded and continued talking. The guy said, “Ladies do you know who this is?”

      The girl holding my arm looked at the front man, “Yeah, but I don’t really like baseball.”

      My partner I and fell out laughing so hard. Even over the loud music in the club everyone heard us laughing and looked over in our direction. White was completely pissed off. He literally grabbed the guy and drug him out the door as my partner and I continued to laugh at him. He was so embarrassed. Randy White was a bad ass football player, but he was an arrogant grade A prick off the field. I never cared for him after that unless he was helping the Cowboys win a Superbowl.

      I saw him another time at a downtown event in Fort Worth. He had a different guy with him as a front man, introducing him to people. I guess when you get a little notoriety, and you’re not really smart, you can easily turn into a jerk.