I’ve been nominated a couple of times for “Music Director Of The Year” by Radio & Records Magazine. It’s pretty cool, and I’m flattered for the recognition

Part II of the “First Annual Fat Guy Sausage Run…For The Kids” We always had a good time with these “Yuck The Fankees” broadcasts.

Fun Fact: *I* invented the “Yuck The Fankees” bit in the city of Boston. I never messed it up on the air…and I also never trademarked it. Someone else did, and I’m out a *TON* of cash.

The run itself was pretty uneventful. You know…cuz we couldn’t see them. And, even if we could…it’s still radio. And so…To the victor…goes the spoiled meat.

An athletic endeavor of such extraordinary magnitude, that it has to be held pre-game at Fenway Park.  Another in the “Yuck The Fankees” series. This is part 1 of 2. Keep in mind, the Sox were down to the Yankees at this point, with no chance of coming back. Or, so we thought. Little did we know what would transpire. Either way, we had a blast.

Hanging out at a Hooters. Giving away tickets to the Celtics playoffs, and registering people for a Harley Sportster. We needed to come up with a good “bar game.” I can’t take credit for this one. My boy “Bamboo,” who now works for the San Diego Padres, came up with it. We’d never done it before, and I think we made something out of nothing fairly quickly. Did I mention it’s a family show!

Here it is…the often requested “How did you get arrested?” show. Zakk and I are pretty good friends these days. We spent a lot of quality bonding time together. And one night, it got me locked up. This is the unedited feed. We had to use the “dump button” a lot. But, here it is…for the first time. Unedited.