| This past Sunday, bright and early, I
was holed up in a studio recording a demo tape. Now, for those like Sideshow Bob who
know my abject fear of noteriety this may seem strange. But for those who hang out
with me under normal low-key circumstances, they know I like to talk and have quite a
knack for some witty, if not surreal, repartee. During the course of
the taping, my co-host, Sean, asked this question: It's September 20 and I'm
pitching against the Cardinals. McGwire has 60 homers. Do I pitch anything in
the strike zone to him? After a good second or two worth of deep reflective thought
and came up with this answer. What do I give Big Mac?
Cash. Cold hard cash.
hardliners.com staffer Devin Pike said he'd throw him a nice big fat
fastball low and away, right where Mac likes 'em. He said it would be great to
be an answer to a trivia question. Well, that's fine for him, but just call it part
of my abject fear. I would hate to be walking down the street and have people stop
me, or hell just point at me and say, "There's the guy that gave up the homer to Mark
McGwire." Heck, I have a big enough problem having people recognize me at a
remote. I just don't like that kind of attention.
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| Maybe it's just that I don't like being the kind of
out of control of a situation where I couldn't walk a way from. Given the state of
the media today, I couldn't get away from it. And thus my decision. Mark, take
the money and run. Go to the beach. See the sites. Do anything but show
up for the game that day. If you want, I'll even set up installment payments. On
second thought, I guess it could be worse . . . . Sure, maybe I'd give up number 61,
but at least I'm not Robin Ventura. |
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