Meh...
I smell a rat.
First... how many of you have spent much time on the beaches in Miami? He died on April 2nd btw. The "surf" down there is basically none existent. I just scanned through my phone and found a pic of the beach near the location that he died. There's a big ass storm rolling in towards the beach too... check out the massive waves...
I read some of the lame ass newspaper articles that were put out the day after he died that said "after a massive rescue effort" Rosenbloom drowned in the rough conditions.
Use your own brain people. Rosenbloom was called a world class swimmer and he was old as fuck. If you are an experienced swimmer and you gaze out upon surf conditions that look like hell and you are old (wise) as fuck... you don't say "Hell yeah, I'm going for it Brah!".
First, I don't believe the seas were so rough that it drowned him and prevented this so called massive rescue effort from saving him because if it was really that bad... the old bastard would have never jumped in the water in the first place. That's beyond ridiculous for a person with his experience and swimming ability.
Second... I've seen some rough conditions during Hurricanes... but take a look at that pic I posted with a big ass thunder boomer just about to reach the sand. Those waves ain't firing Brah. And April 2nd ain't Hurricane Season either.
The whole rough ass water and "massive rescue effort" stories smell like complete fiction to me. Back in those days, everyone believed what was printed in the paper.
That whore (Vegas dancing showgirl) was on husband number 6 with Carroll and she had known mob ties. Hell, husband number 7 who she was fucking while she was Carroll’s wife was a big time mob dirtbag. This all sounds too far fetched for a Sopranos episode... but it was real. They drowned him... he didn't do it by accident.
I also have a little more insight into that fucking coo coo skank whore than I've ever shared. My aunt worked for TWA for 5000 years and lived in St Charles Missouri (STL). My aunt's best friend was hired by Georgia The Whore to be her personal interior decorator and had that job until that skank finally croaked. They told me stories about just how horrible and nuts that woman was. She was not only dumb and thought astrology ran the universe like nobody you've ever heard of... she was a crook and a whore beyond belief. That woman was beyond bat shit crazy.
If you don't think that she had him drowned that day on April 2nd in South Beach... that's fine... but I don't believe in fairy tales Bruddas. There is no doubt in my mind. Now I completely understand that I could be wrong... but I should point out - There was this time that I thought I was wrong... Well, guess what?................. I ended up being mistaken.
I ain't falling for no banana in the tail pipe people!