More From The Booth

The Finney's New Yorkers

The booth was the place to be. It was where all the action started. The booth is where the lineups, the stats, the game times, the corny jokes, the raunchy jokes and every other type of joke in between was. It was much more than an announcing booth. It was a clubhouse, a locker room, a saloon, and a comedy club all rolled into one. One time it was even a flophouse.

Yes, that’s right, a flophouse. This tale first appeared in my book, “Some Kenosha Softball”, but it deserves to be retold.

I remember a group of ladies from the Finney's New Yorkers softball team that used a donut as an alarm clock. It happened very early on a Sunday morning during the Women's Marathon Tournament at historic Finney's West. The annual event began on Saturday morning with games being played non-stop through the night, and the championship game taking place sometime on Sunday afternoon.

At the time, Leon Rosko was the owner/operator of Finney's West and as usual, and was hard at it. He had been busy doing all the things necessary for the tournament to run smoothly. He had set the schedule, ordered the trophies, lined up the umpires, dragged and chalked the fields and stocked all of the coolers.

You get the picture. If there was something that needed to be done, chances are Rosko did it or was in the process of doing it. Plus you have to factor into the equation that this was a marathon tournament and he had no sleep since arriving just as the sun had come up Saturday morning.

Now it was early Sunday morning. With everything running like clockwork, an exhausted Rosko attempted to take a well-deserved "break" on the floor of the announcer's booth. He pushed the box of used softballs out of the way, grabbed an old glove from the lost ‘n’ found for a pillow and started his nap.

He had barely started to snore when the New Yorkers entered the booth, armed with a box of Dunkin' Donuts. They asked me where Leon was. I put my finger to my lips and gestured to the sleeping figure on the floor behind me.

Whispering softly, they explained that they had brought the box of donuts to give to Leon in appreciation for all of his hard work. Despite my rather feeble efforts to stop the New Yorkers, they decided Mr. Rosko had rested long enough and proceeded to attempt to wake him to give him his gift.

Calling his name didn't work, neither did tickling his ear. When poking and prodding Rosko had absolutely no results, the ladies proceeded to wave one of the warm, sugary delights under his nose. That did it! Needless to say, Rosko's snooze was now over and breakfast was served to the appreciative, albeit bleary-eyed, owner/operator.

I would be lying if I said that I remembered what place the Finney’s New Yorkers finished in the tournament. However, I do remember that this group of young ladies did indeed use a donut as an alarm clock. It was definitely a first at historic Finney’s West and most likely anywhere else for that matter.

Until next time…from the booth.

Gift Giving Time

Having always enjoyed giving gifts, it should come as no surprise that my Christmas shopping is complete. All that is left is a little bit of wrapping. The thing is, I still have the desire to make someone smile with a thoughtful present. What can I do?

Every now and then I wonder what kind of gifts I would give if money was no object, if I was Donald Trump or Oprah Winfrey rich. So, in the spirit of this glorious holiday season, I have decided to distribute some “money is no object” gifts. Not only will I give gifts to friends and family, but also to a few “celebrities”.


“Celebrities”

To Chef Gordon Ramsay, I give a lifetime supply of Ambien® and Rolaids. I would hate to see this man develop an aneurism during an taping of Hell’s Kitchen. He probably already has an ulcer.

To TMJ4’s Scott Steele, I give a role in a low-budget Broadway play. I truly that he would better suited in this endeavor than with his current attempts at entertaining the masses while masquerading as a weatherman.

To Prince Fielder, I give an epiphany that causes him to realize that agent Scott Boras is an evil jackal. This will cause him to fire Boras and sign a long-term contract with the Milwaukee Brewers at a hometown discount.

To Russell Hantz, I give a gift certificate good for a spot on season 22 of the hit reality show Survivor. If necessary, the gift certificate could also be redeemed for season 23. Or season 24. Or season 25…

To certain members of Kenosha’s City Common Council, I give a clue. They definitely are in need of one. Sometimes it seems as if they are on a reality show.

Friends

To Jamie, I give 4 front row tickets to the Bon Jovi concert of her choice. The only caveat is that she will be required to use the limo service that will also be provided. There will be no running to catch a cab.

To Pat, I give a two-hour weekday sports talk show on the radio station of his choosing. He will also be able to determine what time of day the show will be aired.

To Jim, I give a starring role in a Hollywood blockbuster hit. The popularity of this movie will lead to regular appearances on all of the late night talk shows. Except Leno’s. He sucks. A lot.

To Mary Kay and Penny, I give them both an equal piece of Pee Wee Herman’s infamous wiener. Don’t even ask.

To Sharon B., I give a store full of customers, enough to cause her to expand store hours and hire more staff. A significant portion of her new wealth of customers will be made up of family and friends.

To Sharon C., I give the position of Quality Director of the soon to be announced sixth season of HBO’s hit show, The Wire. This will allow her to take an extended leave of absence from the business she currently operates.

To Mike, I give an established publisher and talented author to help write his memoirs. “The Life and Times of an Ornery Curmudgeon” is guaranteed to be on the best sellers list for years to come.

To Julie, I give the time and resources necessary to showcase her outstanding talents. All I ask is that when she becomes famous the world over, she doesn’t forget all the little people.

To Mary Beth, I give unlimited round trip airfare to Sweden, available for her to use whenever the spirit moves her.

To Peter, I give an endless supply of Home Run Inn pizza. This will ensure he never has to eat another Tombstone pizza, no matter how much it would amuse his family.

To Leon, I give any job that he wants. No matter what job he chooses or how many hours he works, it will always provide him with exactly what he needs. He deserves this.

To all my friends that are Cub Fans, I give an ownership and management team that understands what it takes to finally put together a championship organization. Although I can’t stand the thought of the Cubs winning, enough is enough.

British Friends

To David, I give one years worth of vouchers good at any restaurant in England. Not only will this keep him well fed, but it will also save his sisters from having to hear him moan about having beans on toast for dinner all the time.

To Christine, I give a nice, cushy job where she will never be cold again. It will always be warm in the wintertime.

To Margaret, I give a tutor to provide humming lessons. Hopefully this will help her to win the humming game at Christmas time.

To Sue, I give her several invitations to events where her notorious see-through tops won’t cause a scandal. They might even be considered appropriate.

To Debbie, I give a personal chauffer to help transport her rambunctious son Jake to all of his sporting events. This includes, but is not limited to: football, rugby, judo and swimming.

To Bev, I give unlimited Internet access and the ability to see her grandson James whenever she wants to. Also included is a lot of tissues, because I know that she will be doing a lot of crying.

Family

I almost started to list gifts on an individual basis for my family members before realizing that would be silly. We have so much already.

Brother Mike and his wife Amy finally have their two adorable sons. Sister Teri and her husband Mike not only have a couple of great kids, but a pair of wonderful grandchildren. Brother Joey has another brand new hip and his wife Nancy has a blossoming career as a hair stylist and nail tech.

And we all have the greatest Mom anyone could ask for. She has been blessed with four children, four grandchildren and two great grandchildren who all love her dearly.

We are all so fortunate to a part of the wonderful Vagnoni family. Uncle John and Auntie Janet, Uncle Joe and Auntie Joanne and Uncle David and Aunt Bonnie have provided the Vagnoni clan with nine cousins to go along with me and my two brothers and sister.

Yes, as the magnificent Vagnoni family continues to expand, I am aware that we need no gifts. With Grandpa and Grandma ‘Noni, Aunt Bay, cousin John Dean and now my Dad looking down on us, we have the greatest gift there is. We have each other.

Please enjoy your gifts. I am. Until next time…from the booth.

What Happens At Sister Act…

Perhaps you have heard, but in case you haven’t, I will tell you – yesterday there was an event at Sister Act Painting and Creative Treasures. The event started when 400 Club great Mark Montague showed up sometime before 11:00 o’clock. It ended when Jimmy Gentile and Bruce Edmark left shortly before 1:30.

I can’t go into too many details, because what happens at Sister Act stays at Sister Act. The only detail that I will let out is that there was a Mayor and a Wizard in attendance.

Shortly after I got home, I uploaded a few pictures from the event on facebook. I had barely finished when I started to receive comments. Two really stood out; one making smile, the other making me think.

The one that made me smile was from Patty 4-Names. She simply said, “Wow, it's the book come to life!” Not only did this make me smile, but also it sort of blew my mind. It was a very cool comment.

The comment that made me think was compliments of Bev, my friend from England. She presented me with this conundrum, “Was it worth it?”

Yikes, what a loaded question!

Keep in mind that Bev and I talk on a daily basis, so she knows me pretty well. She was aware that for this event, I did the following things:

Bought an ad that ran for two weeks in Happenings magazine.
Contacted the Kenosha Visitors and Convention Bureau.
Sent information to the Kenosha News.
Put it on the WLIP Community Calendar.
Wrote several blogs concerning it.
Created a “facebook event” and sent invitations to over 200 friends.
Placed an ad on my blog and on facebook.
Made many phone calls trying to publicize it.
Plugged it on various radio shows and in several online sport chat rooms.

Being aware of all of these things, Bev was fully qualified to pose that tough question, “was it worth it?” However, in order to answer her, I had to explain what I was expecting to accomplish with this event.

That meant breaking it down into three parts.

Number one, I wanted to sell and sign copies of “Some Kenosha Softball”. To this part, I would have to answer no. I signed a few books that had already been purchased, but the new sales didn’t quite cover the ads in Happenings and my half of the cookies from Paielli’s bakery.

Number two, I hoped to gather information and photos for my next book, “More Kenosha Softball”. To this point, I would have to say that it was somewhat worth it. I received some photos and information from another team. Several other people promised that they would get me back to me with something. Time will tell.

The final thing that I hoped to accomplish was to put together a softball reunion and reminisce about days gone by. This part made the whole thing worthwhile. Sure, it would have been nice if a few more of the people that said they were going to be there would have shown up, but the ones that did made for a wonderful day.

I said wasn’t going to reveal anything that happened at Sister Act yesterday, but I feel compelled to share this picture:

Kenosha Mayor Keith Bosman and former owner/operator of historic Finney’s West, Leon Rosko pause to have their picture taken.

Now that I have done this a second time, I have discovered a few important things. Learning which things are worth spending time on, comes to mind right away. More importantly, I have learned that despite what people might tell you, don’t let your expectations get too high.

That being said, will I do it again? Of course I will! I will undoubtedly do some things different, but I can see doing something like this again when “More Kenosha Softball” comes out.

One last note: While preparing this blog, I received several inquiries asking if the book is still available. The answer is a resounding YES! The event may have passed, but the book is definitely still available. It makes a great Christmas gift. Stop by Sister Act and pick one up.

Until next time…from the booth.

A Second Chance!

Back on July 17th, I had a book signing for “Some Kenosha Softball” at Sister Act Painting Creative Treasures. Initially, I was very nervous, not knowing who would show up or for that matter, what kind of turnout there would be. Thankfully, my apprehensions were unfounded. There was a respectable showing with at least a dozen Kenosha softball luminaries gracing the event with an appearance.

Among those in attendance were Pat Hegewald, Rick Flocker, Greg Czarnecki, Lionel Llanas, John Schwarz, Jimmy Gentile, Bruce Meyers, Kris Ray, Mike Matusek, Rich Salisbury, Dave Meier and Larry Rightler. It was a true A-List of people connected with the Kenosha softball scene.

Although I hadn’t seen many of these people in more than ten years, it didn’t take long before the reminiscing began and stories were being told. What had started as a book signing had quickly morphed into a softball reunion. Soon it was 1 o’clock and it was time to wrap things up.

With many of the old memories being tossed around, I often heard, “this should have been in the book!” or “why wasn’t that in the book?” These comments caused something very scary to happen. I started thinking, what about doing another book?

It was sometime before I left that day that I decided to write “More Kenosha Softball”.

All I had to do was to gather the information for this second book. It should be known that in putting together the first book, this part of the process took nearly three years. However, with facebook and the network established by writing “Some Kenosha Softball”, I hope to get enough information to put out its sequel in time for the 2011 Rotary Club Tournament.

In an effort to facilitate this endeavor, I am having a second book signing/softball reunion on Saturday November 20th at Sister Act on Roosevelt Road from 11:00 to 1:00. This will give people a chance to submit information and photos for my next book. That is why, even if you were at the first signing, you are encouraged to show up for the second one.

There will be forms available for your information, making it a virtually painless process. Plus, Sharon is going to make sure there will be more “softball cookies” from Paielli’s bakery to munch on. It has all the makings of a great time.

A number of Kenosha softball dignitaries have already indicated they will be showing up. Names like Leon Rosko, Craig Stewart, Jimmy Stevens, Bruce Edmark and Chris Wade have all hinted at making an appearance. On top of that, Pat Hegewald, Jimmy Gentile and John Schwarz could be making return performances.

You don’t want to miss out on this event, it’s your second chance! Stop by, get your book signed, have a cookie, reminisce about the good old days and make sure you get your information in so that you and tour team are a part of “More Kenosha Softball”.

The fun starts at 11:00 Saturday at Sister Act located at 3816 Roosevelt Road. You know, over by Clay’s Tap. (The best way to tell someone from Kenosha how to find a place is to tell them what bar is nearby) Don’t miss your second chance!

Until next time…from the booth.

Two Thanksgiving Treats

Last Thursday I was treated to a delicious Thanksgiving meal courteous of my mother slaving over a hot stove. The traditional feast was all there, the turkey, mom’s secret recipe stuffing, various veggies and a wonderful lemon meringue pie. It was quite a treat. Later that evening, before turning in, I decided to tune into Conan O’Brien and see who his guests were going to be. That is when I received my second Thanksgiving Day treat.

Pee-wee Herman.

Yes, that’s right, Pee-wee Herman, star of television, theatre and the silver screen, was going to make an appearance on The Tonight Show. I was overcome with joy, ecstatic that I had happened to check Conan O’Brien out and was rewarded with Pee-wee Herman. How lucky was that?

If you haven’t already figured it out, I am a big fan of the P-man. I have been ever since my good friend Leon Rosko loaned me his tape of the Pee-wee Herman Show at The Roxy Theatre in L.A., where HBO filmed and aired it as a special on September 11, 1981.

The show featured the writing and acting of Groundlings alumni Phil Hartman and John Paragon, who would both reprise their characters on Pee-wee's Playhouse. The Pee-wee Herman Show played for five sellout months at The Roxy. Here is the cast:

• Pee-wee Herman - Paul Reubens
• Mailman Mike - John Moody
• Jambi - John Paragon
• Hammy - Tito Larriva
• Mr. & Mrs. Jelly Donut - Brian Seff, Monica Ganas
• Captain Carl - Phil Hartman
• Miss Yvonne - Lynne Marie Stewart
• Joan - Joan Leizman
• Hermit Hattie - Edie McClurg

There are many memorable moments, such as Pee-wee hypnotizing Joan and making her take her dress off. Or when he performs a musical tribute to Sly Stone with his neighbors, the Jelly Donuts. Of course any of Pee-wee’s scenes with the late, great Phil Hartman were outstanding, with Hartman portraying the lovesick Captain Carl.

Today I own a much-treasured copy of this performance on DVD.

As the stage performance gained further popularity, Pee-wee took to the big screen with Pee-wee's Big Adventure in 1985, toning down the adult innuendo for the appeal of children. This paved the way for Pee-wee's Playhouse, an Emmy Award winning children's series that ran on CBS from 1986-1991. Another film, Big Top Pee-wee, was also released in 1988.

Pee-wee's Playhouse was a children's television program starring the child-like Pee-wee Herman. The show, developed from the popular stage show and HBO special, was similar in style but featured less "adult" humor. The 5 seasons ran from September 13, 1986 – November 10. 1990.

Jambi, Captain Carl, Miss Yvonne joined Pee-wee in his television “Playhouse”. A young Laurence Fishbourne added to the madness as the jheri-curlrd Cowboy Curtis. Jimmy Smits and Sandra Bernhard both made cameo appearance during the show’s run.

I have the first two seasons of Pee-wee’s Playhouse on DVD.

It was announced October 6th that “The Pee-wee Herman Show” will begin a limited engagement starting January 12, 2010, at a new venue— Club Nokia @ LA Live. This theatrical production is for grown-ups and is appropriate for ages 16 to 106.

Pee-Wee is back!

Please do yourself a favor and check out these YouTube links to Pee-wee. The one from The Tonight Show is 10 minutes long and stops and starts a bit at the beginning, but is well worth the early distraction. Especially when Pee-wee and Conan enact the very first Thanksgiving dinner.

Pee-Wee and Captain Carl

Pee-Wee and the Jelly Donuts

Pee-wee on The Tonight Show

If you do get a chance to check these out, please leave a comment and let me know what you think. Okay, I have to get this posted so I can get downstairs and see if I can find my Pee-wee Herman doll. I am serious. Until next time…from the booth.

A Friend In Need

Back in September I wrote a column titled “I Remember…Part Three” about an incident involving my good friend Leon Rosko. Today I am writing about Leon again. That first column was somewhat humorous, as many situations concerning Leon were. He is a charismatic, gregarious fellow who loves to laugh, even when it is at his own expense. Leon has always been a kind, generous man, sometimes to a fault. Today’s column isn’t funny and this time Leon needs his friends' help and generosity.

Many readers of my column know Leon Rosko. He was the owner/operator of Finney’s West for many years. Anyone who has played softball knows Leon. In recent years, he has worked at Dairyland Greyhound Park and the Moose Lodge. He is still involved in softball, organizing and running leagues for Moose Lodge.

Despite being so well known locally, Leon has always been a very private man. With that in mind, I will not go into too many details when I tell you why he needs our help. He has been dealing with some serious physical problems for the past few years. A recent setback has prevented him from working at all since late last year.

This inability to work and a multitude of medical bills that have stretched his insurance to the limit, leave Leon needing some help. Knowing Leon, he will probably be upset that I am writing this. Too bad. He needs help. We all have needed help. I have and you have. I can’t imagine where I would be without the help that I have received.

That being said, Rich Smart and the good people at Moose Lodge #286 have stepped forward and are holding a fundraiser for Leon. The event will take place Saturday night at 7:00 pm. The Lodge is located at 3003 30th Avenue in Kenosha. The admission is only $5.00 and donations are encouraged.

The fundraiser is being held during the Moose’s annual “Miss Moose America Pageant”. I am told the event will be not only be entertaining, but maybe even a bit bawdy! Without giving too much away, the contestants in the pageant are very unique.

Leon Rosko Fundraiser
Saturday July 25, 2009
“Miss Moose America”
Show starts at 7:00 pm
Moose Lodge #286 (262) 657-7831
3003 30th Avenue, Kenosha

Let’s have some fun and give a friend some help. Please make sure you tell people about this fundraiser. Email your friends and let them know. Even if you can’t be there on Saturday night, drop a contribution off at the Moose. They will make sure Leon gets it. Or call me at 551-0710 and I will see that your help gets to him. Thanks in advance. Until next time…from the booth.

Happy 25th Anniversary Play Ball

Today marks the silver anniversary of the Play Ball newspaper. The eight-page tabloid was the effort of publishers Glen Marescalco and Jack Ostrowski. During the first two weeks of the free publication’s short existence, Don Cox and John Rampart assisted them. The paper was published bi-monthly beginning May 29, 1984, with the last issue coming out August 21 that same year. As you might have guessed, the paper was devoted to all levels of Kenosha softball and baseball. Although it only survived the one-year, it was a must-read periodical.

The cover of the inaugural issue featured team pictures of both the 12” men and women Kenosha City champions from the previous (1983) season. Current Kenosha Mayor, Keith Bosman penned an article about the upcoming city tournaments. A regular feature, the “May Beverage Player of the Week”, debuted in this issue. Larry Keating garnered the honor, winning an Old Style cap and t-shirt along with a case of Old Style beer. Other regular features were the standings from The Bullpen and Finney’s West.

The second issue not only spotlighted the local softball scene, but also concentrated heavily on hardball. Tremper High School’s baseball team made the cover, celebrating their trip to the state tournament. Play Ball also featured two regular columnists, Dudley Blue and Xavier B. Harding. These pen names were used by a couple of softball “heavyweights” who liked to offer their spin on Kenosha’s favorite sport.

As could be expected, getting team and managers to contribute information and results was Marescalco and Ostrowski’s biggest obstacle. So much so, they put themselves on the cover of the June 26th cover pleading for contributions. Mayor Bosman added a second article, this one concerning the upcoming 14” tourney. Tournament results were peppered with the usual array of pictures featuring Kenosha’s men and women in action.

The July 12th issue of Play Ball ran a column by Xavier B. Harding that pondered the future of softball in Kenosha. It was interesting to go back and read the column and see how Harding’s opinions have played out, as softball progressed. Maybe, if there is enough interest, I can “reprint” that 1984 column in the Daily Kenoshan. I found it very interesting. That was the beauty of Play Ball. It was about people and things that you knew and cared about. Heck, it was about you!

The cover of the next issue of Play Ball had 1984 women Rotary champs Pasquali’s on it. A comprehensive article was featured along with an ad congratulating them on their back-to-back Rotary titles. Speaking of ads, they were another great part of the paper. Not only do they bring back wonderful memories, like The Ranch, Uncle Munchies and Hoff’s Players; but also the paper had coupons! The Times, Video Unlimited and The Fon Tan Blu were just a few that offered great deals when you patronized their establishments. Many a Thursday night, my team made the short trek across 22nd avenue from Hoff’s to The Times to use the free drink coupon we had tore out of the latest copy of Play Ball.

The final issue had the 14” City Tournament champions, The 5th Amendment, on the cover. The 5th’s pitcher, Rick “Cardo” Bloomquist, was honored as the last “May Beverage Player of the Week”. The tabloid was fortunate enough to have Kenosha softball luminary Al Gajdos author an article about the legendary Strang Siding’s women’s team. Jon Naumann, Steve Spizziri, Tom Jaehne, Tammy Nelson and umpire George Becker had the privilege of having their pictures grace the back page of that last issue.

In that last issue of Play Ball, Jack Ostrowski and Glen Marescalco wrote, “We hope you enjoyed each and every issue of Play Ball. We’ll be back next year – bigger and better!” Unfortunately, they weren’t back the next year. But please rest assured that I, along with countless others, did indeed enjoy each and every issue of Play Ball. Until next time…from the booth.

I Remember…Part Three

You might be getting tired of all this "remembering" that I have been doing recently. Hopefully you're not. In my last column I promised to share with you my memories of angels being turned into lightning and, also, a situation where someone used a donut as an alarm clock. Being a man of my word, here goes…

I remember walking to school back in the early 1970s. It was a public school located at 4515 80th street. That school was Lance Jr. High. Our athletic teams were known as the Blue Angels and competed against teams from four other Kenosha Jr. High Schools. They were the Bullen Bobcats, Lincoln Indians, McKinley Jaguars and Washington Wildcats.

Almost 40 years later, that school located at 4515 80th street is now a middle school. There are now five other middle schools offering Lance athletic competition. Mahone Middle School is the new addition. Their teams are called the Mustangs. Still competing are the Bullen Bobcats, Lincoln Indians, McKinley Jaguars and Washington Wildcats. So, besides becoming a middle school and the Mahone Mustangs joining the mix, it would seem that things have not changed much for Lance.

Unfortunately, something else has changed for Lance. Somewhere along the line it was decided to change their athletic teams' nickname from Blue Angels to Lightning. The Lightning! What a revolting development. The Bobcats are still the Bobcats, the Indians remain the Indians, the Jaguars are still called the Jaguars and the Wildcats are still Wildcats. I don't know the "official" reason for changing the name and I don't really care. I have a hunch or two why, but it doesn't matter. You see, I was a Blue Angel; I am a Blue Angel and will always be a Blue Angel. Yes, I remember walking to school back in the 1970s.

Okay, enough whining. On a lighter note, I remember when a group of ladies from the Finney's New Yorkers softball team used a donut as an alarm clock. It happened on an early Sunday morning during the Women's Marathon tournament at Finney's West. The annual event began on Saturday morning with games being played non-stop through the night, with the championship game taking place sometime Sunday afternoon.

Leon Rosko, the owner/operator of Finney's West, was hard at it, making sure everything was going smoothly. He ordered the trophies, scheduled the umpires, dragged the fields, stocked the coolers - you get the picture. If there was something that had to be done, chances are Rosko did it or was going to do it. Factor into the equation he had been doing this since the sun came up Saturday morning.

Early Sunday morning, just before dawn, an exhausted Rosko tried to take a well deserved "break" on the floor of the announcer's booth. He had barely started to snore when the New Yorkers entered the booth, armed with a box of Dunkin' Donuts. They decided Mr. Rosko had rested long enough and attempted to wake him. Calling his name didn't work. When poking Rosko had no results, the ladies proceeded to wave one of the sugary delights under his nose. Needless to say, Rosko's nap was over and breakfast was served. Yes, I remember when a group of ladies from the Finney's New Yorkers softball team used a donut as an alarm clock.

This past week or so I have shared my memories on a wide variety of subjects. I reminisced about lovable losers, standing in the cold, fans booing a guy for getting a hit and fantasy football. The column today was about angels being turned into lightning and a donut being used as an alarm clock. Who knows what I will write about next - I don't! The only way to find out is to keep reading my blog. Until next time…From The Booth.