Monday, January 30, 2012

Chuck Knoblauch & The Dollar Dog Rebellion: May 2, 2001

The Odd Couple: Kelly and Knoblauch  face down rowdies

[UPDATED, August 31, 2013]

I was there at the H.H.H. Metrodome to see the whole, mustard-slathered spectacle. 

Wednesday night, May 2, 2001, was the defining evening for prodigal son Chuck Knoblauch, when he found out he was no longer the fair-haired boy of Twins glories past. In contrast, the original Biblical son received nothing like the rude, verbal ass-kicking and shennanigans that Knobby received  in that series-ending game at the Metrodome. It was the venue's most surreal, darkest ballgame ever. It's the only time my team won when I wanted to wear a bag over my head in embarassment.
Above, right: behold the culprit of the evening!
It had all started so wonderfully for Chuck in Minnesota.
Bowman 1991 Rookie

After he was drafted #25 in the first round of the 1989 draft, he apprenticed for just parts of two years (A: 139 games, AA ball: 118 games) in the minors. Then there was the 1991 Twins World Championship and Rookie Of The Year award; there were the four All-Star selections, three top-20 MVP finishes, two Silver Slugger and Gold Glove awards. He did all this with a single-minded pursuit that bordered on mania. I remember a televised, steamy game from Cleveland in '95 or so - he did everything, hitting for extra bases, stealing, fielding - he was a rocket-propelled runt. Sadly, when you coupled the off-season workouts with the mail order food supplements (some apparently of the legal variety) that transformed him from a slightly pudgy little fellow into an intense greyhound, you had a guy that became viewed as a diva. His relations with Twins Manager Tom Kelly became strained. 

All the Twins could get
for Scott Erickson was...
Scott Klingenbeck.
 The lean years for the Twins extended from 1993 through the end of the Millennium. Knoblauch learned, as current Twins catcher Joe Mauer discovered in the summer of 2011, that (A) the fruits of losing made for an unpleasant aftertaste and (B) stars get the lion's share of criticism for the losing. The Twins traded away the Greg Gagnes, the Kevin Tapanis, the Scott Ericksons in a series of money-saving maneuvers until all at once, it seemed as if Knobby, Kirby and (later) Paul Molitor were the only sure things for the Twins. 

Once Puckett irretrievably lost his eyesight, Kelly was left with mediocrities like Rich Becker, Scott Stahoviak, Pat Meares, and Frankie Rodriguez to pencil into the lineup after Knoblauch at leadoff. His wife at the time found him uncommunicative after frustrating ballgames, despite his personal successes. He signed a contract in late-season 1996, but the losses still mounted - and by the end ‘97, he’d had enough, and made known he wanted out. He got his wish, forcing the Twins hand.  Enter Cristian Guzman, Eric Milton, Brian Buchanan, and Danny Mota in February, whom the Twins wrangled away from the Yankees for his services.

Commence the white-hot hatred of Twins fans spurned. As history would demonstrate later, vengeful Minnesota fans make Glenn Close (“Fatal Instinct”) look like the school librarian by comparison.

Fan to Knoblauch:
"You will NOT ignore me !"
When A.J. Pierzynski returned to the American League in 2005, he elicited similar antipathy. Like Knobby, he brought a bundle in trade booty: Joe Nathan, Francisco Liriano and Boof Bonser. What is it about the state's sporting public that they can't look good fortune in the face and see it for what it is? It's a paradox that's hard to fathom...

The Game - Wednesday, May 2, 2001
Ordinarily, a game that’s scoreless into the middle innings would be noteworthy on its own merit, with stellar pitching by starters Joe Mays and Orlando Hernandez. That helped create a taught, tense affair. It should have been a fascinating game. But there was something else at hand. As I watched that game in left field, I felt an increasing discomfort with what was going on around me; a crazed anarchy was in the air, very unsettling. Boorish kids of college age were giving it to the Yankees and Knoblauch; it wasn't just the loudness - it was the meanness, bitterness, bile, and beach balls pinging back and forth that made this freak show. One frustrated gentleman, obviously a middle-aged, Twins fanatic, was seen catching one of those bouncers, puncturing it, and telling the miscreants to "WATCH THE GAME;" his reward was debris and bear bottles thrown his way as well (oh, did that HURT my feelings!). This took place while the Twins were mounting a rally in the 6th inning. 

A number of factors contributed to this evening's weirdness:

No, drunk guys. It does NOT say
"start the throwin'"
  • It was dollar dog night with little to no limit on how many hot dogs you could buy (or throw as handy projectiles on this night)

  • The Twins were just returning to respectability in ‘01, and thus general admission left field seats went for a paltry $10. That screamed one thing: “Come one, come all ye drunken frat boys!”
     (It’s a fact: cheap prices appeal to the rude, boorish set, as well as thrifty families)
  • Knoblauch’s 2nd base days were over. He’d been replaced there by  a young Alphonso Soriano. That meant he had the privilege of playing with his back to those same lower left field seats. Bullseye! 
  • A popular FM morning radio station show in the Twin Cities was stirring the pot against Knoblauch constantly, especially fixating on the incident when he pushed a kid in Seattle

    At 9:11 p.m., Doug Mientkiewicz singled in Matt Lawton and David Ortiz to put the Twins up by 3 runs off Mike Stanton and the Yanks in that 6th. This created an excuse for an erruption of bottles and dogs and objects to be tossed to the turf, at Knoblauch - and it became so intense that 3B Umpire Angel Hernandez felt he had no other choice except to signal Manager Joe Torre to order his Yankees from the field. Tom Kelly, in an ironic twist, emerged from the Twins dugout to be Knoblauch's savior, in an attempt to calm the knuckleheads.

The letters on the backs of the imbeciles' shirts spell out
"Watch Your Back Chuck" when properly arranged. Nice!

At the same time, PA announcer Bob Casey was intoning with a perturbed urgency:

 "Ladies and gentlemen, this is an important, championship ballgame. If the trouble in leftfield does not end, the game will be forfeited and the Yankees will win. NOW QUIT THIS!"

Everybody's welcome..unless your name is "Chuck"

After 12 minutes, following the ejection of a posse of unrulies from General Admission, play finally resumed.  The Twins A.J. Pierzynski took a strike three called, and the Twins bullpen came on to stuff New York the rest of the way. That would have been the end of it, except that yet another flurry of Chuck-shucking happened in the 8th inning...resulting in another 5 minute delay. That stoppage promoted the umpiring crew to more seriously consider a forfeit ruling. But the threat passed when fans witnessed more ejections, and they yielded to sanity, finally. Shockingly, the game took only 3:01 to play. As a footnote, the Twins won, 4-2.

For his part Kelly was livid not only with the fans, but he also felt the stadium's sound system was playing so loudly that he couldn't convey his message to the offending patrons. ''It was a terrific game, and in my mind it was ruined,'' Kelly said. ''Hopefully, they can clean it up around here.''
"What in the name of the Wide
World of Sports is going on here?"

To his credit, Knoblauch understood that just a small minority was responsible, and resisted downgrading Minnesota fans and Minneapolis: ''They need to turn the page. It's been four years. I don't know what's going on here... Even after all this, I won't say anything bad about the city,'' Knoblauch said. ''It's probably a bunch of 16-year-olds who don't have a clue who Chuck Knoblauch is."

Chuck would later confide to the Star Tribune's Amelia Rayno in 2013 how the episode affected him: "It hurt...I mean, I'm human. I can't even give you any details. It was like an out-of-body experience ... that's the part of my life that's like, 'Really?' It really meant that much? You're trying to hurt me, knowingly throwing a quarter or a marble or something at me? It's twisted. It made me bitter about Minnesota, definitely."

As a longtime Twins fan, it should be obvious to the reader that I'm embarrased this ever happened. Yet, I think it fair to add this bit of clarification: had Chuck had a sense of humor about himself during his career, and not taken himself so seriously, he might have endeared himself as one of the more beloved Twins before he left. It may have mitigated the ugliness of May 2, 2001. So, in that sense he had it wrong: Twins fans felt they DID know him, and some felt he deserved this treatment. If you can imagine.

I don't foresee similar flareups with the returns of Joe Nathan, or Michael Cuddyer or Jason Kubel in the future. 

Chuck in The Big Apple: A classic case of
"Be careful what you wish for."

In the final analysis, there should be some credit given to Twins management; they had doubled the security contingent in left after situations on a relatively minor scale disrupted the Monday game. But with the opportunity for the Twins to win the 3-game series at hand, a 16,000 fan walkup besieged the Ticket offices Wednesday.  It caught the Twins off guard with their surprising success of that early 2001 season, according to Dave St. Peter. It was their biggest, mid-week attendance in 13 years in April or May.

 In retrospect, I don't think it can be disputed that Chuck Knoblauch was by far the best second baseman in MLB over 1995-1996. Furthermore, if you focus on peak performance, he had the best all-round years for any Twins second baseman in their history. That would include Rod Carew (with the exception of his ridiculous 1977 MVP season - but of course, he was a first baseman by then!). 

High Heats Stats also takes this to a greater, detailed level in it's analysis of Knoblauch's superior seasons, "Five Fascinating Facts About Chuck Knoblauch." Truly illuminating, that he was besting a Hall of Famer in Roberto Alomar.

It can be stated that trading Chuck for players like Guzman and Eric Milton undoubtedly bettered the product on the field, helped keep the Twins in Minnesota, and staved off contraction in 2001. Just another reason that residual bitterness towards Chuck Knoblauch is misguided and stupid.

As our announcing friend Herb Carneal put it:
So long, everybody!" - TT

Information from a May 4, 2001 Online Athens article was also extremely helpful in this recap.

Here's a You Tube video from '97 that foreshadows Knoblauch's eventual departure from Minnesota.
Then there's this story on what Chuck Knoblauch is up to these days, from a summer, 2011 StarTribune feature

Bleeding Yankee Blue posted this interview with Chuck in Aug., 2011.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Coming Post: Twins "Mystery" Player #1

Mystery Twin playing for Orlando AA
of the Southern League in 1990 ( from
Twins Rally magazine, May, 1990).
Coming up at Classic Twins is a story about this Twins player from the 1990's. He would go on to become rookie of the year, a four time all-star, gold glove winner, to go with two silver slugger awards, and 3 top-twenty finishes in the MVP voting. His acting ability once helped the Twins win a World Series game.

He went from top of the heap in popularity, only to make the all-time "most despised" list of Twins players . His story makes him one of the most improbable and intriguing personalities in franchise history. He was also the focal point of one of the most bizarre games ever played at the Metrodome.

To be posted later this week...

As our old friend Herb put it, I repeat: "So long everybody." - TT

Let's just say he was a" lock"
for immortality in Twins Territory!

If you couldn't figure out who this is, even with pictures, clues, etc., I'm assuming you probably can't remember the name of your first girlfriend...don't feel bad, sometimes I can't either!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Kodak Snapshots - June '63 At The Met

                      Lenny Green takes his pregame cuts

It all looks so carefree and unburdened.  A sunny, 1960’s summer day at Metropolitan Stadium in Bloomington, Minnesota. From analyzing data from blurred scoreboard images, I’ve deduced this is the game the 1963 Twins played against Chicago White Sox on June 20, 1963, albeit without complete certainty. It was not uncommon to wait days for film developing, up to and beyond a week for rolls to arrive back from a photo lab in the Twin Cities back then; thus, pictures taken in late month may not have been developed until after the first of July, in this instance.

                                                                           Everybody was ready for a foul ball.

Usually, close up inspection of the board helps pinpoint the exact day, time of day, year, who was on the mound – but these images have the appearance of pregame warm-ups, what with the lack of game data on the board operated by Charlie Wilcox. The visiting team name is blurry at best, but the characters suggest “CHICAGO” to my eye. Have a go at it yourself, if you wish!

           Note the unpadded expanse of outfield fence!
              Plus, there was no shade -  the  second deck
              was finally constructed during the 1965 season.

I said it was “carefree.” As if they lived in a big, TV sitcom world of Deputy Fifes, Dick Van Dykes and Jethro Bodines. We know better. The day of this game was almost exactly 5 months before President Kennedy's assassination. Buddhist monks were immolating themselves that summer in the streets of Saigon to protest government raids on their pagodas, in the effort to crackdown on  communist infiltrators in unstable South Vietnam. Also bedeviling them was the constant threat of Chairman Khrushchev and the Russian Bear, and...the unsettling arrival of yet another cheesy Elvis movie in theatres that fall (Fun In Acapulco). The horror!

                                                                                                Crewcuts, curls  and Twins caps! 

I look at the people and wonder about their lives. So many families, and dad’s with their kids! They came, and plunked down their hard-earned cash – nobody used credit cards then - to purchase tickets the day of the game. They paid $1.50 for those outfield bleacher seats (rich guys $3 for those lower, main mezzanine seats), when the median household income per year was $5,807. They raptly watched even the warm-ups, with only the organ fills, Bob Casey’s announcements, and the impossible fielding antics of Vic Power around first base to occupy them. That they were enriched and enjoyed a day at the ballpark without the broadcasting of pop music over the PA is enviable to me. The between-inning announcements and video board hype (hysteria) in today's  ballparks severely distract from the game's simple essence, in my humble opinion.

       Dailey had that one magical year - '63

On this game day, the fans saw Harmon Killebrew and Earl Battey hit roundtrippers. Ace Twins closer Bill Dailey relieved Jim Kaat in the sixth after the latter couldn’t get past the first five batters in the frame . Yes, the guys in the 'pen certainly had to earn their money the hard way! Dailey shut down the Sox the rest of the way, giving up only 2 hits over the next four innings, along with four strikeouts. He would come into ballgames that year riding in a convertible, to the tune of “Won’t You Come Home Bill Bailey? (Louis Armstrong, You Tube video below).” That was considered a spectacle 49 years ago.

All things considered, I wouldn't mind time-traveling back to that day, to enjoy a Schweigert hot dog and a Schmidt tall one in the cheap seats!  

         1962 game program ad

As our broadcasting buddy Herb Carneal ended his broadcasts, I say "So long everybody!"

Metropolitan Stadium Photos courtesy of Radio Sputnik (Flickr photos)

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Remembering Steve Howe: 1985

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After last out, '81 World Series

It was the summer of 1985. The nation and world witnessed the musical spectacle of Live Aid for African hunger relief on July 13th. This was followed shortly thereafter by the MLB All-Star Game, hosted in Minneapolis three days later. That contest was a joy for me to attend with my great buddy from high school days - so many iconic players (see lineups at previous link) from that era - but the game itself was an incredible snore fest as excitement goes. Minneapolis' Prince was still riding a wave of pop music stardom after his 1984 "Purple Rain" release. It was an undeniably dynamic music scene flowering for Twin Citians, as the world had seemingly become smaller, more unified, and right in their own backyard. Pride, purple and otherwise, was gushing statewide for a population with a chronic need for affirmation and national praise.  That is made obvious in this All-Star pregame 30 min. newscast video from WUSA's (NBC-Minneapolis) broadcast of July 16.

Developments with the local nine at the H.H.H. Metrodome were also part of that equation.

The Tom Kelly era of  prosperity had not yet arrived. The club was merely trying to find a way to win, but getting to respectability was a long road for the Class of '82.

Go ahead. See if you can guess who
was the Twins original 2nd sacker in '61.
(box link at BBRef.) 

Meanwhile, the 1985 season began as a year of hope for Minnesota, which ultimately became one of frustration for the Twins organization and it's fans. The 1984 team had tantalized fans with a playoff run, ultimately falling apart on the season's last weekend like a cheap umbrella in a driving rain (see link, Gary Gaetti story). Then, after the team started out with a 27-35 W-L record under Billy "Slick" Gardner, the Twins made Ray Miller the new manager on June 21st. He brought with him his reputation as the long-time, successful Orioles pitching coach, handy since the first order of business was improving the pitching staff. Frankie Eufemia was the only pitcher with an ERA under 4.20, and the staff overall sat at 4.97. There would be no overtaking the division leading K.C. Royals with that collection of arms. Remember: that record was compiled before the start of the Jose "The Chemist" Canseco / steroids era...

 Clearly, Miller was not a man short on confidence in himself as a pitching Svengali.  His corporate, "all-business" approach appealed to the Twins business hierarchy of Owner Carl Pohlad and team president Howard fox. His predecessor, Billy "Slick" Gardner," was too bourgeois, too glib for their tastes. Miller, instead, was a man of ambition and slick ideas. His cozy relationship with the press and managerial ambitions had put off Baltimore pitchers and fellow coaches. His first idea was to upgrade the talent on Twins pitching staff.  Bert Blyleven was reacquired on Aug. 1 from the Indians, and his pitching was an immediate shot in the arm for the young Twins. But Miller and the braintrust had another move in the works:

If Miller meant  that Steve Howe hadn't been caught red-handed by police searchlights and sirens, scoring blow in some abandoned warehouse district by that "drug-free for 19 months" reference, well...he was technically spot-on. Point being: the Twins were desperate for pitching, and were gambling they could keep Howe on the straight and narrow in calm, bucolic Twins Territory. Miller had been a Miracle Maker with  those elite Baltimore staffs, after all. He might have told you so himself. No matter that Howe's rap sheet was prolific by then. Or that he had pronounced himself clear of his abuses on multiple occasions (only to relapse again and again) and had been suspended by Bowie Kuhn for the entire 1984 season. He was available, and still had a great arm at 27. The Twins were so tantalized by his ability and track record, seeing him only as a left-handed stud commodity, instead of the sick man he was. Desperate times, desperate measures, and the Twins had a new set-up man for Ron Davis.

Vintage Ray. I had to smile reading that last quote - remembering how he could deliver that clinical, thoughtful quote for the media that was long on style, high on the BS meter...

Howe's first appearance as a Twin was fabulous, especially when you consider he'd been off the mound and away from live hitters for 44 days:

Miller pitched Howe 6 times in his first ten days after joining the Twins roster. Considering the layoff, that's a considerable workload; you can't help but think the Twins manager was so tickled, he couldn't help but keep running out his shiny, new toy. As a consequence, Howe was hung with the loss three times in that period - during which time he had to be working out the rust. He'd have these sterling 1-2-3 innings, but also innings where he'd be victimized by his lack of knowledge of AL hitters like Cecil Cooper, or Alvin Davis. A mixed bag, but his talent was obvious. 

With the exception of that first game, we really didn't have a large enough sample size of Howe's past effectiveness over a long period. Witness his Twins stats in summary:

Generated 1/7/2012.
BF - Batters faced ERA+ -100* [lg ERA/ERA] Adjusted to the player’s ballpark(s).
WHIP - (BB + H)/IP For recent years, leaders need 1 IP per team game played

[View his game-by-game appearances at 
The Steve Howe Files - Classic Minnesota Twins]

That brings us to the night of September 12, 1985. 

The Twins gave Howe permission to appear on ABC's Nightline. I remember watching that episode that evening, feeling particularly proud of Howe for having the courage to go on the show and talk with Ted Koppel and fellow guest Pete Gent about his addiction. The current, widespread use of cocaine, and The Pittsburgh Seven were the context for the episode. His answers were intelligent, and searingly honest. Cocaine, he said, was not the problem in his life. It was life itself:
"Life in general and people and places and things and success a lot of times are people's problems," he said. "At least it was for me.  My sole existence of what I did in life was what I did on the ballfield.. ..When nothing else matters and you don't feel that you're going to be able to perform up to your capabilities and someone gives you an avenue to deaden that pain ... you're going to do what you can do so that people are going to like you and accept you."

 This excerpt from Μιnneapolis-Star Tribune writer Patrick Reusse takes the narrative from there. It's from his blog of July 23, 2011 at; it had the tragic backdrop of Amy Winehouse and Derek Boogard as background context:
"...Steve Howe was mentioned earlier because I've always looked at him as the poster boy for athletes that made claims of sobriety and attempts at treatment that were in actuality complete frauds. 
I was covering the Twins' road trip to Chicago and Cleveland in mid-September of 1985. The Twins had signed Howe, already a renowned cokehead, five weeks earlier. 
The Twins were flying to Cleveland after the game of Sept. 12. Howe was given permission by the Twins to appear on a "Nightline'' panel that night, then fly into Cleveland the next day. The subject was cocaine abuse among athletes. Pete Gent, the former Dallas Cowboy receiver and a recovering addict, was also a guest. 
Howe went to the Chicago television studio, talked about his recovery, then went searching for cocaine. He didn't show up in Cleveland for three days, and then asked the Twins for his release. 
Twin Cities reporters spent much time on phones from Cleveland hotel rooms, trying to find Howe. I did talk to Gent in Michigan. He didn't have a hint as to Howe's whereabouts. 
On the second night in Cleveland, reliever Ron Davis and I ran into one another entering and exiting an elevator. I asked the question of the moment: "Do you know anything about Howe?'' 
R.D. said that he and Howe had been out drinking a couple of nights earlier in Chicago - drinking well past midnight - but it was simply alcohol and Howe remained sincere in his attempt to avoid cocaine. 
I was 4 ½ years removed from treatment at that time. Relying on the information I received in 30 days at St. Mary's Rehab Center, I told R.D. that drinking large quantities of beer was not the best method for Howe to stay away from cocaine. 
And parsing out painkillers to be used in smaller quantities surely wasn't the best way for Derek Boogaard's enablers to greet him one day after his discharge from treatment. 
 P.S.: Howe died in a one-vehicle accident in Montana in 2006 at age 48. There was a trace of meth found in his system. "

Complete fraud? I prefer to think Steve Howe overestimated his ability to control his darkest passions, and that he had no idea what a deep hole he was in. While it's fairly lacking in human compassion, Reusse's post makes it abundantly clear that Howe's companions did him no favors; with no excuses - Steve's participating in the common, jock fraternity hi-jinks makes HIM responsible for his relapse. Ron Davis did not gag and carry him off on those excursions. But I have to wonder: had he the support system, with enlightended, college-educated teammates that players of today have, like Josh Hamilton (and now with Sean Burroughs joining the Twins) - what could he have done with the rest of his career?

Howe grew up in Michigan, in a lower, middle-class family. Going from that, the college atmosphere, and then straight to the media cauldron of L.A. during the cocaine boom, it had to have been a jolt.The history of the L.A. Dodgers is dotted with players who have been linked over time with chemical abuse: Don Newcombe, Lou Johnson, Pedro Guerrero, Darryl Strawberry, Manny Ramirez, Bob Welch, Kenny LandreauxAndrew Lambo... are also on the list with Steve Howe. Them and others I'm sure I've forgotten, playing in a great, beautiful city, but a tough one for young players to navigate...we all want to think we'd be the hard-headed ones, that wouldn't succumb to the pressures, the temptations.  That those other guys had some kind of weak chip. But how would WE handle fame, it pleasures and pains? I'm not sure I'd like to know that answer for myself. 

I'll let my friend, super Dodger Fan and blogger Evan Bladh of Opinions of Kingman's Performance close the post with his personal reminiscences (NOTE: not all links in Evan's piece are functioning - will remedy at some point!):

Dodger fan Evan Bladh (right),  Dodger legend
Tommy Lasorda, Bladh’s wife, Esperanza in 1998.

“Wow, Steve Howe….

In Steve's rookie year with the Dodgers in 1980, he was practically unhittable.  I remember him walking in from the bullpen with a swagger, a real confidence, and he was just a rookie.  He always seemed to have this smirk on his face.  The kind of look that said, "Go ahead and TRY to hit this."

A first round pick of the Dodgers in 1979, Steve had pitched the Michigan Wolverines to the College World Series in 1978.  He pitched for one half season in AA San Antonio and the next year he was the Dodgers closer and eventual rookie of the year [edit note: Howe became a focal point of the World Series Champ ’81 Dodgers bullpen, pitching the last 3.2 innings of the final game].  His numbers as a Dodger were astounding.  His problems with sobriety were tragic.

I can't help but think that if Howe had surfaced in another era…in an era where cocaine wasn't the rage that it was in the early 80's, he could have been a Hall of Famer.  Instead, he's the poster child for the drug abusers in MLB during the 1980's.

I had completely forgot about the "Nightline" situation and his failure to report back to the team after that national TV appearance.  The sad thing about Steve is that he just never could pull himself away from the drug.  He was truly ill and as much as he tried to sober up, I always had the feeling that he thought he could control his addiction and continue to function, even as a casual user.  I have nothing to back that statement up with, it's just an opinion.

I remember that many were simply fed up [with his situation]… I don't think there was much sympathy out there for him nor much of an understanding of addictions like there is today.

I looked back at some LA Times articles that chronicled Howe's departure.  All of the following was mentioned in his obituary on April 29, 2006:

 Howe asked to be released so he could get a change of scenary. "It came down to fight or flight," he said. "Certain people in this town had a lack of understanding towards me, and in this situation I chose the flight instead of the fight."

Lasorda's quote from that time shows how little his addiction was understood.   He said, "I'd tell him, "it"s against the law and it"s harmful to your body." He'd say to me, 'You're right, you're right.'  And then he'd go out and do it."

As good, ol' Herb Carneal used to end his broadcasts, 
I say too: "So long, everybody!" - TT