Monday's nagging question is, where's Mr. Belvedere when you really need him? Absent a fussy English butler to turn away crazies at the door, Brewers broadcaster Bob Uecker has been left to his own devices to fend off dedicated fans apparent mental cases like Ann Ladd. The Smoking Gun reports that Uecker, 72, has taken out a restraining order on the 45-year-old woman, who has been bothering him for several years. Or so he says. It could just be another bit:
Any high-profile ballplayer like I was gets his share of crazy fans. I remember one night in particular, this woman was pounding on my hotel room door for an hour straight. Foaming at the mouth, crazed look in her eyes. I finally had to let her out.
Ba-dum-pum!
Juuuust A Bit Out There [The Smoking Gun]
Bob Uecker [Wikipedia]













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Maybe someone who has listened to a Brewers game can tell me...is the color commentator for Brewers game like the Monty character from Major League? "Monty, anything to add?" "Ehh....no." "He's not the best color man in the league for nothin', folks!"
She just wants some of that sweet, sweet Harry Doyle lovin'.
I want to keep Mr. Belvedere in a big jar in my basement.
I often have the same problem; that's why I don't leave home without my club. They look so peaceful when they're unconscious.
I was at the Nats/Brewers game yesterday. I can report that I saw no crazy ladies stalking Bob Uecker. Although I did see Jose Vidro unintentionally walk right into the Sausage race that they usually stage in the 6th inning. It was like watching an approaching train hurtle towards an unsuspecting deer. I kept screaming at Jose to get out of the way, since my seats were kinda close to the Nats on deck circle. This was to no avail, since he didn't hear me until it was too late. The Polish Sausage had just run by him, and he jumped back in fright of the fact that he was surrounded by numerous sausages. Jose then walked back to the dugout, unscathed and laughing hysterically. Good times.
I should want to cook Mr. Belvedere a sensible meal... I shouldn't want to cut into him...to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh, to be born unto new worlds where his flesh is the key.
Euck used to the do the games sans color guy, not unlike Vin Scully or Ernie Harwell.
Great quote from Bob. Way to bring in the punchline Ueker.
I was going to make a lame comment in the last post about Berman being in the front row like Uecker in the old beer commercials but resisted. Instead I made a lame comment about Bermans big mouth. I think I may have missed my shot at serendipity.
"Sausage Race" - heh. I'm 12.
JUUUUUUUUST A BIT OUTSIDE
They still do the Sausage race at the Brewers games? I thought this stopped after Daryle Ward clotheslined one of them a few years back. I could also have just made all of that up.
This is timely as I watched Major League 2 in a half-drunken stupor this weekend. Much funnier when you're drunk, by the way. I just can't stand the fact that they tried to play Baltimore off as Cleveland in that movie. There's Charlie Sheen in the split-level bullpen of Camden Yards, just put ill-fitting blue tarp over the green walls. That will trick viewers. Oh yeah, we forgot to change the outfield sign above his head that reads Marriott Inner Harbor.
that wasn't ward it was randall simon, apparently all "fat monkeys" look the same to you
Lopey, not only do they have a sausage race, but they have a sausage relay! Adults run most of the way aroudn the infield, then they 'pass the baton' off to kids dressed in miniature sausage outfits. It's great. I only wish Randall Simon were there.
You were close there lopey. Randal Simon hit a girl in one of the costumes in the head knocking her down. The girl basically laughed it off (it was a big talk radio topic for about a week in Milwaueke) and the next time the Pirates came into town, Simon bought the entire section behind the visitors digout hotdogs. All in all a pretty funny chain of events (maybe not for simon, whom the Brewers decided to not invite to camp last season in part, according to rumors, because the org. was still pissed).
Something tells me Tim McCarver has never had this sort of problem.
that wasn't ward it was randall simon, apparently all "fat monkeys" look the same to you ----- damn, that was harsh
Can we come up with a nickname for Bob Uecker that only we use, so we can identify each other in a strange town or something?
I should want to cook Brocktoon a simple dinner if he truly accepts the offer, but not if I sense that he accepts it telepathically.
Masher, repeat after me, "It rubs the lotion on itself and put the lotion in the basket."
Lopey, Yeah, it was harsh ... when John Rocker called Simon that when they were teammates.
The Brewers don't have a color guy. Ueck does 5 innings of play by play and Jim Powell does the other 4.
technically everybody in the atlanta clubhouse called him fat monkey, it was an accepted nickname and even simon acknowledged this (of course this does nothing to dissuade my humor). paper cut- jacobs was under construction...i actually got mad at roger dorn for putting all those ads on such a beautiful stadium
May I add that I love Uecker on the radio. He's really good at his job, I wish he had the fortitude to finish the games. I know, he's old and rich and has Scotch to drink and beautiful ladies to grope...but I want what I want!
"I wish he had the fortitude to finish the games." Ascender- he always does the 8th & 9th innings.
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