Rosey Grier is a real man's man, one who played professional football and was so him and his friends were dubbed the "Fearsome Foursome."
Rosey Grier's retirement from football (due to a broken Achilles tendon) wasn't spent hawking hearty soups or playing golf, he resumed his beastliness by acting as a bodyguard for his friend Robert Kennedy; on the night he was assassinated he was guarding RK's wife, and when he heard the gunshot Grier broke the assassin's arm simply by jamming his finger behind the trigger. He later said that he "grabbed the man's legs and dragged him onto a table. There was a guy angrily twisting the killer's legs and other angry faces coming towards him, as though they were going to tear him to pieces. I fought them off. I would not allow more violence." A man with morals!
Rosey isn't afraid to embrace his love of macrame and needlepoint, even though on the cover of his book, Rosey Grier's "Needlepoint for Men" he looks like a dog who has just been caught taking a shit in the kitchen. (Thanks to Nydia for pointing out that he is making a needlepoint of his face.)
Rosey Grier's retirement from football (due to a broken Achilles tendon) wasn't spent hawking hearty soups or playing golf, he resumed his beastliness by acting as a bodyguard for his friend Robert Kennedy; on the night he was assassinated he was guarding RK's wife, and when he heard the gunshot Grier broke the assassin's arm simply by jamming his finger behind the trigger. He later said that he "grabbed the man's legs and dragged him onto a table. There was a guy angrily twisting the killer's legs and other angry faces coming towards him, as though they were going to tear him to pieces. I fought them off. I would not allow more violence." A man with morals!
Rosey isn't afraid to embrace his love of macrame and needlepoint, even though on the cover of his book, Rosey Grier's "Needlepoint for Men" he looks like a dog who has just been caught taking a shit in the kitchen. (Thanks to Nydia for pointing out that he is making a needlepoint of his face.)
And when he wasn't fighting off assassins or making doilies, he found time to star in some films, most prominently, The Thing with Two Heads (1972, Lee Frost). Granted, it seems like most of his lines in the film are simply saying Shut Up to the white bigot he's duct-taped to. Unfortunately I'm in a country that does not have copyright ownership of what seems to be an absolute classic of blaxploitation cinema, so I'll have to make do with the trailer. For those living in areas where Netflix exists, it IS available as part of a two-disc set on two-headed films.Let me know how it is!
