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Is now the time to tell my true story about Rick(y) Schroeder? He just helped pay Kyle Rittenhouse’s bail.
In 1978 or 79, I was in a commercial for a Spider-Man board game. I don’t think it ever aired - a “demo” as they used to call them.
It was filmed on Staten Island. Because he had committed to it before the Champ came out, Schroeder had to do it, too. That’s how his presence was explained to us.
The game was kinda cool, as board games go. The commercial was your standard fare back then — buncha blonde, freckled aryan boys freaking out over the game
In between shots, we hung out in an upstairs room of a big SI house. Schroeder started talking shit almost immediately.
After some back & forth, we told him there was no such thing as Santa Claus. He insisted. Said his mom said it was true, so that’s that.
He got in our faces. He pushed me. So I pushed him back — and because we were having our around a staircase, he fell down the stairs, somewhat.
They made me apologize. Whatever. I was in a movie by then, too, & a goddamn better one. But i got my revenge later, and in a way that still makes me laugh whenever I see Rick(y)
We got back to filming. It was getting late, & Rick(y) wasn’t able to enunciate “store” w/out saying “stow-uh” Staten Island style. Over & over he flubbed it. So they gave up, & and gave me the line. I was a kid from NJ, & I still pronounced it better. I gave him a revenge face
Of course, I wasn’t an adult at the time, but later in life my mother would corroborate, and add “yeah, he was a prick, and his mother was a real piece or work, too. A stage mom.”
Am I punching up here? Nah. I was never arrested for punching my wife.
Like he was. And the My Pillow Guy paid most of the bail, justifying my initial reaction of “he doesn’t have that kinda money.”
The game. If anyone can find the commercial on YouTube, please do. I can’t.
