He invented Big League Chew. Remember that? Strands of bubble gum, that came in a pouch that made you feel like a real big time ball player chewing tobacco. Sure - they lost flavor in like 4 seconds, but that was a glorious 4 seconds. You felt yourself right up there on the mound, ready to deliver a smoking fastball right over the plate to win game 7 of the World Series. It was transformational. And Jim invented it.
Anyway, he's dead.
I tell you, Barn, it's gonna be good to see ol' Brownie and Kleiner and Foster again - hey, do me a favor, wouldja? Tell Wojo and Fish and the rest of the boys back at the ol' One-Two that a certain Inspector Franklin D. Luger'll be puttin' in a good word for 'em with the big guy upstairs . . . y'know, just in case. Ten-Four, Barn. Over and out.
(d) September 16th, 2002