In the summer of 1990 I was broadcasting for the Tidewater Tides, the AAA affiliate of the New York Mets. It was a Sunday afternoon game and I had to read a commercial for the Day’s Inn at Military Circle – “Home to the visiting teams of the International League”. I noted that our dreaded rivals, the Columbus Clippers (Yankees ) were coming to town next and said, “Why don’t you call them all at 5 a.m. and welcome them to Tidewater.” Now you have to bear in mind that no one listened to minor league radio broadcasts other than players’ wives.
Or so I thought.
The next afternoon I arrived at the park only to learn that the
Clippers had been besieged with pre dawn wake up calls. Needless to
say they were pissed.
I guiltily went down to their clubhouse and apologized to their manager, Rick Down. He was very gracious, said he
had heard it on the air and thought it was pretty funny. He also
felt this would stir up the team, I might have done him a favor. (It
did. They won that night. So now I had pissed off both teams.) But
Rick was very forgiving.
The Clippers’ trainer however, was not. He went ballistic when he saw
me, calling me words that were too harsh even for DEADWOOD. And he
vowed to get back at me when we were in Columbus the following weekend.
I calmly asked if he ever watched CHEERS. He said, “Yeah, why?”
wondering why that was relevant to anything. I then asked if he ever
caught some of the bar wars episodes between Cheers and Gary’s Old
Towne tavern? Again, he said, “Yeah. So what?” “Well, I wrote those
shows, motherfucker, “ I said, “Do you really want to get into a
practical joke war with me?”
That was the last I heard of the trainer.
The moral is clear.
Do NOT fuck with comedy writers! EVER!
We may appear harmless but we can fill your office with sheep just for looking at us funny.