After hearing that Jim Lang had passed it caused me to remember when I first met him.
Bobby Cole of K101 in San Francisco was attending a tennis camp was attending in San Diego and because he was looking at the possibility of Jim becoming his new morning host so we set up a luncheon.
Jim and I had both gotten there a little early, so while Bobby was finishing up listening to a lecture the tennis pro was giving in the conference room, Jim and I were standing out in the hall chit-chatting.
At some point during his lecture, the pro started glancing our way, and I was worried that we were talking too loud, so we hushed up.
Then, all of a sudden, in mid-sentence, he stopped talking, and even though we were quiet by then, he excused himself from the group and headed our way.
As he approached us, I thought, oh-oh, but instead he stuck out his hand and said, “You’re Jim Lange aren’t you?”
When Jim confirmed that he indeed was, the pro said, “When I was a young boy I lived in Mexico City and used to watch you on the “Dating Game” all the time.
The reason I did so was because I wanted so bad to come to America and play tennis, but I knew that I needed to learn English first and you taught me.”
Things are going really well for me in America so I couldn’t let this opportunity go by without coming out here to thank you. RIP Jim.
With that in mind, I began writing my life story, but because so many unusual things have happened, and even though I’ve trashed several thousand words, it’s still longer than War and Peace.
When praised I’m humbled, but when I perceive I’m being dissed, I become enraged.
The greatest Hockey players on earth are still from Canada, or at least their Fathers were.
Brent Farris claims that the only reason you may need a parachute when skydiving is only if you plan on doing it again!
Jack McCoy once told me that it’s he who finances the ratings who always does well in them.
Women don’t realize that a few of Men who made love to them didn’t enjoy it. That’s why they don’t call. Mystery solved.
Sometimes when you tell somebody something they remember it, sometimes if you teach it to them they learn it, and sometimes just sometimes if you involve them in it they can end up doing it better than you.
Hate is a great motivator, but unfortunately, it has yet to solve a single problem.
An old record pal of mine from Canada, Doug Chappell, Emailed me the other day to remind me of the day we first met.
He said that it was in my office along with Keith Elshaw at CFTR in Toronto
However, he can’t remember what record he was pushing, but he vividly remembers after he made his pitch for me to add it; I said … No problem, how much? He said that you could have cut the silence with a bread knife until Keith and I broke up laughing, which was when our friendship began. RIP, Doug
Around this time in 1996, Bill Clinton signed the telecommunications act into law. He claimed he did it to keep phone bills from skyrocketing, but not only are our phone bills bigger than ever, but it also led to radio being what it is today. We’re all wondering where the hell Monica was that day?
Have Atheists ever sued Muslims?
So if you lie to the government, it’s a felony. But when the government lies to us, it’s only politics. Do I have that right?
One thing the Canadian Government does well is handling emergencies. As soon as they found out that Canada was playing Sweden for the gold medal early in the morning, they quickly passed an emergency law that allowed the bars to open up at 5 am to sell liquor.
I loved Rust’s line in HBO’s True Detective, “There’s no such thing as forgiveness, people just have short memories.”
Why does a person have to die before someone mentions how great they were. RIP Jerry Brenner!
Have you ever noticed how a short walk down the aisle turns a woman into an expert on everything.
Mark Ramsey claims that a formula morning show doesn’t have much of a chance of beating an established one because, as Mark said, “You can’t polish a turd.” But Mark wasn’t it researchers who came up with the “formulas” ’cause management they can’t control magic.
Being a Doctor’s Wife does not qualify you to operate on anybody, just as being the President’s wife does not allow you to govern us, nor does being John Lennon’s Wife grant you the right to sing in public.
OK, I surrender; I no longer care whether or not Emily Ratjakowski would hurt me.
I’m almost positive that some accountant dreamed up the “check engine” warning light. However, we outsmarted them with black tape.
#8 on Friday.