My favorite Grubber story was the time our dart team (Donald, Paula Brown, Fon Denton, DonDon Richards, and me) had a playoff match to which I, for reasons I can only chalk up to hormonal insanity, brought a date.
Well, she wasn't actually a "date"...she was a young woman I'd met that day in a different bar who decided to tag along. Donald was beyond amused. He bet me $5 that she wasn't going home with me after the match. "Why not?" I asked. "Because she's at the bar kissing some other dude."
Sure enough, her darts boredom was so great that she traded me in for another guy and HE took her home. I paid Donald the $5 and he chuckled that laugh I love so much.
Fast forward five years...I am living and working in Atlanta and my cell phone rings. It's Donald. He's in town working a contract job and wants to get dinner. I said "definitely!" I walk into the hotel bar and Donald is sitting there...with the guy who'd stolen my date five years earlier. "Remember this guy?" laughed Donald...so hard that he nearly had to lay down on the floor. Turns out he and Donald had become friends and co-worker and they thought it would be hilarious to remind me of the story (it WAS hilarious!)
Donald Grubb never met a man he didn't like. He was truly one of my favorite people in the world and I am so sad he isn't with us anymore. But, I am a much better person for having spent even a little time with him.
RIP, my friend.