The Cat Osterman Incident
Here is a picture of Brian with one of his many obsessions, Cat Osterman. She was a four time collegiate All American softball player for the University of Texas. I dont recall exactly how this particular obsession began but it was one of the longest and most bizarre of them all. Brain had a bit of OCD for as long as I can remember. As kids he was always infatuated with one actor or another. He went through and Indian Jones phase and then a Humphrey Bogart phase. I never gave much thought to it, he was just my annoying little brother. Brian had a way of making you hate things and people you didn’t know anything about. Not because of anything they did but because he would talk about them constantly. He had an Indian Jones outfit if I recall correctly. He wore it everyday and it took some doing for my mother to get it away from him long enough to wash it. During the Humphrey Bogart phase he would watch his movies on “repeat.” “On repeat” is a classic Doozism…playing songs or movies or video clips “on repeat” was the only way he knew how to enjoy a thing. And it was this that more often than not served to annoy. I was a huge Nirvana fan in my early teens but when Brian discovered Kurt Cobain in his late 20’s the incessant playing of “Teen Spirit” on repeat and calling me late in the night to discuss the significance of some obscure lyric was enough to make the Nevermind album nearly un-listenable for me. This was Brian’s way and it was quite remarkable how it manifested with Cat Osterman. That story has more twists and turns than I can convey in this single post but from his recounting of things I am quite certain he was responsible for her deleting not one but two social media accounts. LOL, he wrote her poetry and sent her extravagant hand made gifts in the mail. Finally after over a year of near stalking behavior he got the nerve to go to one of her softball games where this picture was taken. His recounting of that experience was easily one the funniest stories I have ever heard in my life. Maybe one day I’ll share as much of that story as I can remember here.
I am not a sentimental person but sometimes on rare occasions I miss those late night phone calls to discuss the brilliance of whatever lyric Brian was obsessed with at that particular time…
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it’s hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind…
“Teen Spirit” Nirvana