Chad Gibbs.
Blog — By Jordan Green on September 24, 2009 at 12:08 pmBefore I went to Alabama this past weekend, I loved Chad Gibbs as much as was possible, especially considering I’d known him for 5 years and never met the guy.
But then I went to Alabama, and now I love Chad, and I love his wife, Tricia, and I love the whole Gibbs vibe.
Chad’s baby pictures are quite legendary around these parts (well, for Aaron Donley and I at least), so I thought I’d share. These pictures give some glimpse of what it is like to spent time in Birmingham, Alabama, with Chad Gibbs.
If you panned back and it was revealed that sky and horizon were life-sized, would you really be surprised?
I don't think it's possible for this child to be any happier, and, simultaneously, more frightening.
A coy mulleted sailor.
This doesn't need a caption, but I'm afraid those 'Bama colors will get Chad hanged in Auburn next time he tailgates.
Back then, it was totally cool to give your kids frayed wire (or fishing line?) to play with. Either way, Baby Chad addresses this object with the attention usually reserved for Lenny Small and soft objects.
Baby Chad in all his fleshy glory.
Here’s what makes all this even more awesome. Chad told me, at the airport picking me up, he’d only flown five times in his life. His first flight was when he was a baby, and Chad was born at the end of 1977. His mother, newly with child, was allowed to board the plane along with members of first class. It turns out first class primarily consisted of Fleetwood Mac, right at the height of fame following Rumors. Apparently, Fleetwood Mac loved Baby Chad, and the pinched him and praised how obese he was. It was a different time. Plus, they were likely coked out of their minds.
Lest you distress Baby Chad has maintained his mammoth childhood girth, fear not! He is now lithe as a newborn gazelle.
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I love this post.
This brings as much joy to my heart as the Abominable “O Holy Night.” Which I’m pretty sure is as much joy as a heart can handle. Also, thank you for confirming the current status of gazelle-ness, I was worried before I made it to the end, but then my fears were calmed.
These photos make me feel good about my thighs.
Over the weekend, I was hanging out with a group of friends when someone started talking about fat babies. Which, naturally, prompted me to pull up this blog post… five minutes later, everyone in the room had gazed upon Baby Chad in, as Jordan so aptly put it, “all his fleshy glory.”
And that, in turn, prompted a discussion about what his parents must have been feeding him…
So this is my formal request for a follow-up to this post. Maybe you could do an investigative piece that reveals just what Baby Chad was eating (my guess is siblings) and how he managed to develop 11 fat rolls in each arm.
Or maybe an interview: “Fat Baby All Grown Up.”
Just think about it; That’s all I ask.