This is a story that came up recently when I was doing one of those sappy ‘get to know me’ Twitter threads. Somewhere out at my mom’s house, there is a pair of what is supposed to be Alan Jackson’s blue jeans. This is their story.
My father was quite the character.
He was a paint and body man – he always had his own shop, basically did what he wanted, and took on these sort of reclamation projects in terms of his help. My mom and I used to always joke about him being a weirdo magnet. But, if you looked through his history of employing people, you’d probably say the same thing.
When it came to this story, well, I was pretty young when it happened…so my memory is pretty foggy about it. From what I could remember, my dad just came home one day with a pair of Alan Jackson’s pants. The guy that was working for him at the time brought ’em to him. At the time, I do remember thinking it was pretty weird, but whatever.
With that being the extent of my memory of the story, you can see why I was, at first, hesitant to write about it….”that’s it? That’s the story?” I didn’t think anyone would give a shit about that! BUT, I decided to follow up with my mother (my old man passed in 2014 – I can’t exactly call him up and ask him about it anymore), and I’m so glad I did, because the story is even better than the absurdity of owning a pair of Alan Jackson’s pants.
I asked her, “I’m going to write about them (the pants) for our Patreon subscribers – do you remember the story of how/why we have them?”
Her reply:
“Yeah, I think so….if I remember correctly, they were pretty much stolen from his house. You might not want to write that.”
Wait, WHAT?!?!
I told her I didn’t remember that at all – hoping she’d elaborate. I wanted the full story, and God bless her, my mother delivered!
“There was a man your daddy knew that was doing some work at Alan Jackson’s house. He needed some special painting done and he called your daddy to do it. I guess he must have told the man that Alan was Granny Keeley’s favorite, so the man gave him a pair of Alan’s jeans. I’m not sure how we ended up keeping them. I’m sure Alan never knew about it. That’s the best I can remember – it’s been a long time ago.”
So, there it is – not only do we have a pair of Alan Jackson’s pants, but we have a pair of Alan Jackson’s pants that were stolen out of his own home by some dude who was working on it.
What a wild, crazy world, y’all.
Stoney Keeley is the Editor in Chief of The SoBros Network. He is a strong supporter of Team GSD and #BeBetter. “Big Natural” covers the Tennessee Titans, Alabama Crimson Tide football, the WWE, and a whole wealth of nonsense. Follow on Twitter @StoneyKeeley
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