Sunday, September 7, 2008

My Top 25 Favorite TV Shows: #4!!!


If you watched NBC during the 80s, you would think they invented quality TV shows. Forget that CBS, in the early 70s, offered perhaps the best ever evening of programming every Saturday night. Nope, NBC was the alleged trailblazer, despite the fact that they had also unleashed such visual trash cans as "Hello, Larry," "Supertrain," and "BJ and the Bear" onto the unsuspected public.

NBC parlayed a couple of really well done shows into a huge marketing campaign. "Must See TV." If you weren't watching, you were marked as a heathen, a leper, and perhaps something far worse. You had to pay attention if, for nothing else, you wanted to hold your own at the office coffee wagon the following morning.

Now, I was not a complete buyer when it came to "Must See TV" on NBC. I enjoyed "Cheers"... when I caught up to it, which was not regularly. I liked "Family Ties" ... during its first two seasons before they turned every single character into a joke-wielding punching bag. I never got into "The Cosby Show." Or "Hill Street Blues" and "LA Law" which happened to air against another program which will turn up on my list very, very soon. Essentially, I was not the ideal invite for dinner at then NBC President Brandon Tartikoff's house.

Except for "St. Elsewhere." That was must-see television for me. Must-see, must-relish, must-watch-over-and-over-and-over.

Eons before "ER" hit primetime, "St. Elsewhere" became the quintessential medical drama. It had never been done before and will probably never be done like this again. Forget about "Gray's Anatomy." For a hospital show, "St. Elsewhere" placed the bar so high that even the youngest of the Chinese Olympic gymnasts could surmount it.

"St. Elsewhere" was about life. Its ups, its downs, its laughter, its tears. In any given episode, you would have some of all of the above. With a tone and a cache of regular characters and actors that was pitch perfect. And, just as in real life, everyone was just a little bit flawed. Or a lot flawed. But, who really isn't?

"St. Elsewhere" tackled a lot of issues long before anybody else on TV tried. AIDS, Epstein-Barre, autism, health insurance, senior citizen neglect. I learned first about all of them on "St. Elsewhere." And they did it in such a fashion that was not hit-you-over-the-head-with-our-message. You got the point and frequently both sides of an argument. It was way too smart for most folks' living rooms, but this was pure entertainment that was educational.

And funny.

The humor on "St. Elsewhere" was perhaps the most clever in TV history. Because the producers were not afraid of making inside jokes. Gags that might have gone over the heads of three-quarters of the audience. But, the other 25 percent were rolling on the floor. There was one episode which made one reference after another to MTM Enterprises, which produced the show. Biting the hand that fed them, the writers concocted one male character in the psyche ward who actually thought he was Mary Richards from the "Mary Tyler Moore" show. Of course, right alongside him in the padded room was one Elliot Carlin, the lovable loser and former patient of Dr. Bob Hartley from the "Bob Newhart Show." When "Mary" is walking down the hospital corridor wearing the famed beret that MTM threw in the air during the opening credits, he runs into Betty White who has a guest shot as a visiting White House doctor. "Mary" naturally mistakes White's character for Happy Homemaker Sue Ann Nivens which she played previously on the MTM show. This is sheer brilliance. One of the true Gospels of TV writing.

No discussion of "St. Elsewhere" is complete without citing two of the actors, one a regular and another a recurring character for just one season. But, both were absolutely spot-on portrayals of people who would be the most memorable roles in TV history.

William Daniels as bombastic and arrogant surgeon Dr. Mark Craig is probably one of the greatest acting jobs on any TV series. Craig could be one of the nastiest, most racist, and politically incorrect people around. But, even with those extremes, Daniels colored enough of his acting choices to make this a truly likeable character. You waited with bated breath every week for his first appearance and/or tirade. Talking to an Indian assisting his surgery, "I'm still wondering where you were when Gandhi was shot." To a new woman doctor who is disputing his diagnosis on a patient, "Oh, why don't you go home and do the wash?" To a Black orderly, "You people need to get your heads away from the boom boxes and start to do some work in this country." To an Asian female surgeon, "I'll bounce you out of here so fast your kimono will spin." Yet, you loved the guy. Daniels won a passel of Emmys for his work here and he still didn't win enough as far as I was concerned.

Grizzled actress Florence Halop kicked around Hollywood for years. I think she was a sister to one of the Dead End Kids. But, nothing she did previously (or for the year or so she lived after her one season) would top her performance as the ultra-cranky patient Mrs. Hufnagel. In a storyline that ran for one year only, Mrs. Hufnagel was used by the writers as a means to show how the medical system tends to neglect and misdiagnose senior citizens. Because she is prickly and gnarly, it's easy for the doctors to dismiss her. She keeps getting admitted and re-admitted to the hospital because nobody wants to deal with her. Each week, she manages to piss off one of the characters until even the head of the hospital, Dr. Westphall as played by Ed Flanders, doesn't want to deal with her. She ultimately dies as a result of a poorly done surgery, but the previous season-long journey offers Halop with a wonderful legacy and end to her long career as a character actress. She is crabby, disrespectful, funny, racist, and touching all at once. Florence Halop didn't even get a sniff of an Emmy that year and she should have. I just watched this whole season all over again on the American Life TV network and I was moved one more time. Marvelous!

"St. Elsewhere" lasted six seasons but really only caught on with the smart people in the TV audience. Nevertheless, its very existence is pure validation that truly brilliant television can be created. Even when characters would leave the show, they did so in unique ways. Take a look at how Dr. Westphall departs, having been replaced by a huge medical conglomerate.




And while we're thinking about "the end," much has been made of "St. Elsewhere's" rather bizarre closing episode. Indeed, they fashioned the entire season as being the illusions of Westphall's young autistic son. Was it a little too over the top? Perhaps.

But my real issue is not how "St. Elsewhere" ended. It's that it ended at all. A loss for all of us. Just like in real life every single day.
Dinner last night: Chicken Tenders at the Arclight.






Saturday, September 6, 2008

Politically Incorrect Hollywood Squares


Back when you could say these things on TV and not worry about it...


Peter Marshall: Can Jewish boys get into Boys' Town.
David Brenner: No, but we can own it.

Peter Marshall: According to Apartment Life magazine, can you tell anything significant about the personality of a person whose apartment has brown carpeting, brown furniture and brown walls?
Paul Lynde: Yes, their maid just exploded.


Peter Marshall: According to police, if you are being molested, other than yelling "Help!" what is the best thing to scream?
Rose Marie (clapping): "More!"

Peter Marshall: True or false...most personal physical attacks are never reported to police.
Rose Marie: No, I just put them in my diary.

Peter Marshall: True or false...most African soccer teams have their own witch doctor.
Redd Foxx: That's true...and their motto is, "If you can't beat 'em, eat 'em."

Peter Marshall: You're eating chicken, and you notice the bones are very dark. What does that tell you about the chicken?
David Steinberg: At one time, the chicken had rhythm...

Peter Marshall: Famed Doctor Theodore Rubin was asked recently, "What causes prejudice?" He said "I'll answer in one word." What word was it?
Paul Lynde: Puerto Ricans.

Peter Marshall: To the people of Italy, what is "the poe"?
Paul Lynde: The opposite of "the rich."

Peter Marshall: In ancient times, after a battle, the losers would present the winners with a handful of grass. What did this symbolize?
Paul Lynde: The losers were Mexican!

Peter Marshall: True or false...in Egypt, they grow a special kind of cotton that is multi-colored.
Paul Lynde: And white people have to pick it!

Peter Marshall: Paul, when the citizens of China want a drink of water, they usually do something to it first. What?
Paul Lynde: Remove the shirts.

Peter Marshall: Paul, at the end of the movie Planet of the Apes, what does Charlton Heston see that makes him realize that he is actually in New York City?Paul Lynde: A Puerto Rican.

Peter Marshall: Flip Wilson has said that he's eaten about 2,000 of them and enjoyed them immensely. To what was he referring?
Paul Lynde: Missionaries.

Peter Marshall: According to The Book of Fairies , who is that creature who stands 14 inches tall, is 400 years old, and is dressed all in Lincoln green?
Paul Lynde: The Emperor Hirohito.

Peter Marshall: Paul, where at any one time will you find one quarter of the earth's population?
Paul Lynde: Crossing the Rio Grande.

Peter Marshall: Can you cross a pumpkin with a watermelon?
George Gobel: Yeah, but you're gonna end up with a jack-o-lantern with an afro.

Peter Marshall: You are married in India. How did you probably meet your spouse?
Paul Lynde: We were fighting over a lima bean.

Peter Marshall: The average child in China learns how to do it at age three. The average child in America never learns. What?
Paul Lynde: Oh, how to pull a rickshaw.

Dinner last night: Dodger Dog at the game.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Your Fall 2008 Movie Guide for September & October


Let the battle begin. And we should be lucky if any of these upcoming Fall 2008 releases are as entertaining as Godzilla fighting Rodan. Usually, Hollywood waits for the Fall months to give us the really good movies and Oscar hopefuls. But, from what I see and read, we might be duly challenged this year. Here's my take for September and October based on magazines and trailers:

September 5:

A Secret: Described as a romance in Nazi-occupied France. Is this a sneaky way to remake Casablanca?

Mister Foe: Jamie Bell, that dorky kid from Billy Elliot, comes to terms with his mother's death. No dancing please.

Ping Pong Playa: The Karate Kid with ping pong balls. I had enough of this crap when they blew out the Olympic torch two weeks ago.

September 12:

Burn After Reading: The Coen Brothers follow up their Oscar winner with this screwball crime comedy with that "laugh-a-minute" Brad Pitt. George Clooney also got into this in between picking out shirt and tie combos for Obama.

Righteous Kill: Here we go again. Pacino and DeNiro together as cops. How new. How original. How do I avoid it?

Towelhead: I thought this was included in the top 100 politically incorrect words you could no longer use. The title alone intrigues me. Stop at a CVS beforehand to pick up some snacks.

Tyler Perry's The Family That Preys: More urban angst. Or maybe it's a documentary on the Obamas.

The Women: "Murphy Brown" creator Diane English has had this remake script kicking around since 1994. Never a good sign. Even bad movies don't take that long to get a green light in Hollywood.

September 17:

Appaloosa: I've seen the trailer for this Ed Harris-directed western and it looks like 3:10 to Yuma all over again. This is the 4:20 to Boot Hill.

September 19:

Battle in Seattle: A dramatization of the riots that broke out at the 1999 World Trade Organization meeting. Does anybody remember that happening? Or are you thinking that some attention-deficit-driven executive saw "World Trade" on the title page and just said okay?

The Duchess: Keira Knightley as the Duchess of Devonshire. Lots of costumes, lots of accents, and lots of sleep for me.

Elite Squad: Crime-ridden Rio. Is there any other kind?

Ghost Town: The standard ghost buddy comedy with Ricky Gervais and Greg Kinnear. Where are Leo G. Carroll, Anne Jeffreys, and Robert Sterling when you really need them?

Hounddog: The quintessential Dakota Fanning rape vehicle. You ain't nothing but a bad idea.

Igor: Some CGI dreck about a hunchbacked lab assistant. It's Eye-gore.

Lakeview Terrace: Samuel L. Jackson terrorizing new neighbors and movie audiences all at the same time. Can somebody please not cast this guy for a change?

My Best Friend's Girl: Romantic comedy. Kate Hudson. Dane Cook. Jason Biggs. Len Staying Home.

A Thousand Years of Good Prayers: Skip the movie and eat the fortune cookie.

September 26:

Blindness: Julianne Moore as the only one in the world left with eyesight. Perhaps the audience will be equally afflicted.

Choke: Somebody actually filmed the Mets last September???

Eagle Eye: Shia LaBeouf being chased all over town. Hopefully he's not behind the wheel.

Forever Strong: Rudy plays pro rugby. Well, at least, I kind of like the shirts.

Humboldt County: All about pot farmers. And they're not inhaling.

The Lucky Ones: It's about Iraq so the movie should be about those not seeing the movie.

Miracle at St. Anna: Spike Lee's WWII epic. In this one, only the Black soldiers survive.

Nights at Rodanthe: Richard Gere and Diane Lane are reunited in one more mid-life crisis. Isn't Gere getting a little long in the tooth for this kind of stuff?

October 3:

An American Carol: The Zuckers go crazy in a Christmas Carol parody. It's probably offensive, silly, and politically incorrect. One for the 7PM show please.

Beverly Hills Chihuahua: The trailer looks terrible. Call me when it's Culver City Road Kill.

How to Lose Friends and Alienate People: Too many jokes to choose from. Insert your own please.

Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist: Why do I think this is not starring Myrna Loy and William Powell?

Rachel Getting Married: Anne Hathaway as a drug addict who stirs up trouble at her sister's wedding. And you thought you had a problem with drunken Uncle Louie?

What Just Happened: I avoided this movie. That's what just happened. A pile of inside jokes from Hollywood.

October 8:

Rocknrolla: Comedy about the British underworld. Notachancea.

October 10:

Ashes of Time Redux: With an austere title like this, it's hard to believe this is a kung fu chopsocky movie.

Body of Lies: Ridley Scott's latest CIA drama teaming Leonardo DiCaprio and Russell Crowe. It sounds intriguing.

Breakfast with Scot: Two gay guys adopt an orphan. I had no clue about Daddy Warbucks.

City of Ember: Bill Murray in a fantasy world, which means he'll feel perfectly at home.

The Express: About the first African-American to win the Heisman Trophy. The Express 2 will be about OJ Simpson's drive home from Nicole's condo.

Happy-Go-Lucky: About some nut infected with eternal optimism. Why do I think this is not a Michael Moore documentary?

Quarantine: People trapped in a LA apartment building. Gee, aren't we all?

Sex Drive: Another teenage boy tries to lose his virginity. Probably should be doublebilled with Happy-Go-Lucky.

October 17:

Filth and Wisdom: Could be interesting since I myself alternate equally between both.

Flash Of Genius: Greg Kinnear invents the intermittent windshield wiper. This has to be about as interesting as reading a two-year-old edition of the Reader's Digest while waiting for your car at Pep Boys.

Max Payne: Mark Wahlberg in some videogame that has come to life. There are not enough quarters in the world for me to pay to see this.

The Secret Life of Bees: Ah, not bees. Please tell me. Not bees. They were the last constant thing in the world. They sting you. They die. How wonderfully uncomplicated.

W: Oliver Stone applies out his usual velvet touch on George W. Bush. This will be unbiased, even-handed, and thought provoking. Uh-huh. And Pixar will also be releasing an X-rated feature this Christmas.

October 24:

The Brothers Bloom: Adrien Brody and Mark Ruffalo as clever con men. Apparently another drama set in the nation's capital.

Changeling: Clint Eastwood's 2008 entry with Angelina Jolie as a California-telephone-company employee whose son disappears in the late 1920s. Major buzz around this one.

High School Musical 3: The trailer looks amateurish, but I didn't even know there was High School Musical 1 or 2. But, then again, I'm not an eight-year-old girl.

I've Loved You So Long: Kristin Scott Thomas and her long-estranged sister. Has she made one interesting movie ever??

Passengers: Anne Hathaway plays a grief counselor to plane crash victims. Why do I think that side-splitting mayhem does not ensue?

Pride and Glory: Edward Norton, Colin Farrell and one more NY cop drama. Can't they find corrupt policemen in any other city? I'm betting there's at least one in Cleveland.

Saw V: Right. Like I Saw I or Saw II or Saw III or Saw IV?

Synedoche, New York: NYC is recreated inside a huge warehouse. An interesting idea, but it is directed by Charlie Kaufman and all his stuff is unintelligible.

October 31:

The Haunting of Molly Hartley: Which obviously can't be solved by her psychiatrist uncle, Dr. Bob Hartley.

Zack and Miri Make a Porno: Seth Rogan and Kevin Smith. My two best reasons to stay the hell away.

I will tackle November and December next Friday.

Dinner last night: Leftover sausage and peppers.




Thursday, September 4, 2008

Me and Murphy Brown

As I wind down my Top 25 Favorite TV Shows, I will let you in on this one spoiler. "Murphy Brown" will just miss the cut. Sorry about that. And it's not showing up, despite the fact that I liked it a lot and spent parts of three television seasons hanging around the set. And that the series holds a special honor in my own personal history.

It's the only TV show that I actually appeared in.

Through a variety of intricate connections, my writing partner and I once enjoyed tremendous access to the "Murphy Brown" show. Our current producing partner was, at the time, line producer there as he had been for 9 of the series' 10 seasons. When we first moved to Los Angeles, we filled our days being on the set and absorbing the whole atmosphere. We became such fixtures there that people like director Peter Bonerz or co-star Lily Tomlin would routinely stop to chat with us. As a matter of fact, there were a few occasions when the Warner Brothers Studio Tour would visit and the tourists would ask us questions about the show. People on the crew would greet us in the morning and say "good night" to us at the end of the day. The only thing we were missing was a screen credit and a sizeable check in my direct deposit.

On Friday nights when the show would film, we would eat the pre-show buffet meal with the cast and crew in an adjacent soundstage. When the filming would start, we would assume reserved seats in the audience, but also frequently found ourselves on "the floor," usually tucked away in some hidden corner off-stage or under the audience bleachers. It all became extremely routine. And we even got just a trifle blase about the whole experience. Until we hit the the last episode of the season.

The finale of any TV show's season is almost like high school graduation night. Friends, relatives, doctors, lawyers, and Indian chiefs crawl out of the woodwork to suddenly be part of the celebration. Most of them hadn't been on the soundstage all year. But, suddenly, Joe Regalbuto's wife has this sudden urge to see what her husband has been really doing the past six months. The onslaught of riff raff on this night created a potential dilemma that would have infuriated the Burbank Fire Department. There were too, too, too many people on Soundstage 4. And we were at the lowest of the lowest on the totem pole. There was no reason for us to be anywhere near the place on that Friday night.

But, our producer-friend had an ingenious solution. Since the only people with justification for being there beyond the studio audience were the actors, there was an easy fix. We would be extras in the show! And, not just goofballs standing idly off to the side. Nope, since we were so freakin' experienced, we were given the opportunity to do a "cross." Essentially be part of the active atmosphere while Candice Bergen and guest star Rue McClanahan did their dialogue at a scene in Phil's Bar.

That Friday afternoon, our scene was rehearsed multiple times. Cross behind Candice and Rue, open the door, exit. Cross behind Candice and Rue, open the door, exit. Cross behind Candice and Rue, open the door, exit. We knew it cold. We ate our pre-show meal with confidence.

Enter the studio audience and, before we knew it, it was time for Scene B. Our big appearance. First take. We crossed behind Candice and Rue, opened the door, and exited. Perfect. But, in sitcom land, all scenes are shot at least three times straight through so the editors have their choice of shots. Second take. We crossed behind Candice and Rue, opened the door, and exited. There was no need for us to vary our acting approach. Solid. But, then, there was the third take...

As we began our cross, my writing partner walked right into Candice's chair and gave it a bump. He knew he did it. I saw he did it. But, hopefully, 350 other people didn't notice. We kept moving. We opened the door and exited. We waited for the end of the scene and the director's call for all of us to "move on" to the next scene. As we stood outside Phil's, we heard no such call. Instead, there was a murmuring all around.

"He bumped the chair."

"The chair got knocked."

"We got to do it again."

"Bumped the chair."

"Bumped the chair."

"BUMPED THE CHAIR."

We felt like we had botched up the one take of Janet Leigh getting slashed in the shower.

So, in a rather unprecedented move, that scene was shot a fourth time. And my writing partner walked so gingerly around the chair, you would have thought he was entering a funeral parlor. I'm not sure what take they used, but the actual screen shot is below. I'm in the center of the frame. My chair-knocking partner is on the far left.



This would be our last week ever at "Murphy Brown," and that had nothing to do with our on-camera clumsiness. Indeed, we even pitched staff writing jobs for the final season, but the show opted to bring back many of the writers from the first three years. But, still, there was nothing like being a small part of a hit series.

When "our episode" aired six weeks later (during May sweeps, thank you very much), my pals on the East Coast got to see it first. And, at about 6:11PM Pacific time, the congratulatory calls started to pour in. Well, trickle in. My good friend, the Bibster, had taped it and analyzed our five second cross as if it had been shot by Abraham Zapruder.

Several years later, when "Murphy Brown" went into syndication, I waited in anticipation to relive my moment (our original tape had been mysteriously destroyed by my writing partner who didn't like the way his hair looked). Imagine my horror to discover that it had been cut out in order to make room for more Dulcolax commercials. Luckily, when Nick At Nite picked it up, our appearance was restored.

Now I'm waiting for the DVD release of the ninth season. And, Warner Brothers needs to know that I am available to do a commentary track for that episode.

Dinner last night: Sausage and peppers.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

A Wednesday You Can Sink Your Teeth Into


Here the local version of Dracula that I saw skulking around Universal Studios last week. This proves that there are countless ways you can make a living these days.

---Hurricane Gustav didn't do the damage to New Orleans that Katrina did, much to Michael Moore's chagrin.

---Moore actually said that Gustav was God's way to disrupt the Republican Convention. The real question is when does God finally disrupt Michael Moore?

---I hate to tell these political parties that Jesus didn't vote for one side or the other. Not even a write-in.

---Maybe the reason why there was no real hurricane-related problems is because that asshole New Orleans mayor finally did his job and got the people out ahead of time.

---Let's face it. Everybody knows that one of the most inept and corrupt city governments has been New Orleans.

---Second only to Chicago and guess who lives there?

---FEMA has to be breathing a sigh of relief today. They just finished paying for all the plasma big screen TVs folks bought after Katrina.

---Why do I think the screening process McCain used for his VP pick was done on Wikipedia?

---Sarah Palin is the freshman who somehow winds up as president of the senior class.

---Everybody is discounting her work in Alaska claiming the state is too small.

---Like Joe Biden's Delaware is any bigger? That's a state where you can get gas on one end of the state and put air in your tires on the other.

---So, Palin's daughter is pregnant and now there's going to be a shotgun wedding.

---Which works well for Mom since she already belongs to the NRA.

---Since Palin was born in Idaho, nobody should challenge how she spells "potato."

---Left wing bloggers were writing that Palin's Downs Syndrome baby is really her daughter's and they are covering this up.

---That would be a clever notion if they didn't use that exact same plot on Desperate Housewives last season!

---I have friends who love the Palin move and others who absolutely hate it. Both opinions come from both sides of the political spectrum. But, at the end of the day, all the VP picks are nothing but devices to shore up voting blocs.

---McCain picked Palin to get women. Obama picked Biden to cover up his lack of experience.

---It goes on and on. Mondale picked Ferraro because people were bored with his campaign. Kennedy picked Lyndon Johnson because he desperately need to carry Texas.

---Nixon picked Spiro Agnew to make sure he covered Greeks with IQs of less than 120.

---And Bush picked Dan Quayle to make sure all the village idiots voted Republican.

---Meanwhile, I haven't heard one substantial word from either Presidential candidate on how to fix Andruw Jones' batting stance.

---Finally saw a summer movie that I liked. Tropic Thunder. It is funny and interesting and politically incorrect and offensive.

---Four Stars from Len.

---There are lots of protest groups griping about it. Especially the scenes where Ben Stiller is playing a mentally challenged boy.

---If you know you are going to be bothered by a movie, I have some great words of advice.

---Don't go.

---Stay home.

---Mind your business.

---Leave us be.

---In this movie, Stiller doesn't do anything that Jerry Lewis didn't do in all those crappy movies he used to make.

---Speaking of which, I watched a bit of the Jerry Lewis telethon and the biggest act I saw was the 2008 edition of Menudo.

---Jerry actually looked normal this year. But he didn't explain why he tried to carry a gun through airport security a few weeks back.

---MDA got pledges of over 65 million bucks and co-host Ed McMahon, headed for the poor house, had to be licking his chops at all that dough coming in.

---By the end of the day, Ed was actually starting to walk with a limp.

---Actor David Duchovny went into rehab to cure his addiction to internet porno.

---Would that be called laptop dancing?

Dinner last night: The salad bar at Gelson's.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim

Or is the Anaheim Angels of Los Angeles? The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim in Orange County? Or the Angels of the Lost Civilization?

They've changed the name multiple times and, regardless, I've been there rarely. If I go south of LAX, it's usually only to invade Disneyland for a day. A few months ago, I actually wound up in the Angels parking lot when I went to see Don Rickles perform at the Grove of Anaheim. But, surprisingly, this baseball fan had yet to set foot ever in the Angels' ballyard. which has undergone an amazing transition since it was first erected as one of those baseball/football stadiums in the mid 60s. I don't do American League often because I frequently have better things to do with life over the four hour period that usually encompasses one game in that circuit. But, this latest long national nightmare had to come to an end eventually. And it did last Saturday when a visiting friend from Dallas scored some luxury seats from a client, placing us several rows behind the Texas Rangers' dugout.

As a kid, I remember watching games from Anaheim on TV and seeing this big "A" outside the outfield wall. Well, once they decided to remake this place into a quaint baseball experience, this monstrosity got moved to the bowels of the parking lot. It's there probably nobody could figure out how to price it on Craig's List. Nevertheless, the Big "A" remains and it instantly reminds you of any other strip mall you might find in Orange County.

When they redid this place over ten years ago, they installed this pile of rocks in center field. I'm not exactly sure what they are meant to symbolize except maybe they were available for a good deal on e-Bay. I guess it's the Angels' version of the Yankees' Memorial Park, which is really nothing but an extension of Woodlawn Cemetery.

Nevertheless, before a game, you can walk around this synthetic Stonehenge and actually see home plate through a hole in the middle. And the waterfall, which might be nothing more than the backflow from the bathrooms in the press box.

The entire place has a very intimate feel, which is amazing given that it used to house a lot more seats when it was a football stadium. With its focus on family-friendly entertainment, there are a lot of goofy gimmicks between innings. They pull some dorky fan from the stands and get them to run down the left field line to try and pull third base from its moorings. It was a "Beat The Clock" stunt that probably had Bud Collyer spinning in his casket. There were lots of other promotions that just screamed out loud the words "Lawrence, Kansas." I couldn't believe we were just thirty miles south of the second largest city in America. This was definitely a crowd that sported multiple frequent dining cards for Applebee's.

Our luxury seats were quite close to the action. You can yell something to a ballplayer that they would actually react to. Some jerk in front of me kept taunting the Rangers' Milton Bradley. Now, given Milton's past anger management challenges, this is not a smart move. Indeed, if Milton had climbed into the stands and punched this asshole in the face, I would have been very happy to autograph a ball for him.

The scoreboard is typical, but, for some odd reason, the ball-strike count is very hard to find. But you can easily find how many walks Jared Weaver has given while wearing blue boxers.

A rather famous feature of the Angel scoreboard is the rally monkey who appears around the sixth or seventh inning if the Angels are trailing. We were not disappointed on Saturday night. And the damn thing worked. As soon as the monkey showed up, the Angels pulled ahead. Of course, they milk the rally monkey here for as many bucks as they can. If you go into the clubhouse store, you can purchase rally monkeys of every shape, size, and color. Just goes to show you how gullible these suburban pinheads can be.

Oh, by the way, here's the one that now hangs from my bedroom door.
Even sophisticated people from the civilization from the north can have a weak moment now and then.

Dinner last night: Hot sausage sandwich at the Dodger game.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Monday Morning Video Laugh - September 1, 2008

Hey, laaaaa-dy! As much as I can't stand Jerry Lewis, I will not be able to resist a peek at the telethon today. And here's one of his movie bits that actually works.


Dinner last night: Hollywood Bowl hot dog.