With music, I get to sing along - in my own language. If you ask me, everyone should have their own language. Mine is “Ishka maloofka.” You can speak it, too. Just mutter like your ancestors from the old country did. Pretend you’re in a bowling alley in the Bronx where’s people from all over the world smoke cigarettes and yak in their native languages.
In the morning show, I don’t get to speak nearly enough Ishka. There’s guests, news, traffic, weather, texts, phone calls and HeyJEDs. Plus, my producers turn off my microphone if I speak Itch. If I had a nickel for everyone who stopped me in the meat aisle at Strack's –
“Love your show, JED. But I turn you off when you start with the gibberish. It’s worse when you sing.”
"Thank you for your input. And don’t the pork chops look excellent?”
Jimmy Mullaney was just here. He used to produce the morning show along with Ryan Walsh. Neither has a sense of humor. I would be talking or singing Ishka in our fishbowl along Indianapolis Boulevard… And I’d look in the producer’s booth and they'd be stone-faced. No sense of what’s funny.
As Mullaney showed up with my veggie burrito – "thanks for the Chipotle, Jimmy. How’s is it when you come at night and your dad’s in the TV room picking his toes? With his shirt off? - I played a HeyJED that Mullaney's dad, the president of Bishop Noll Institute, had just sent in.
Simultaneously, my dad showed up in his 1980s Purdue jacket. Jimmy Mullaney still lives at home, even though he has a job at the Big Ten Network in Chicago. My dad still lives at his home, too.
Speaking of my dad. He has complete tolerance of all three of his sons.
“People ask me how I could be a nice guy... and then have you. I tell them that you have a really big heart." My dad, 80 years old and still sticking up for me, still rolling with life… each moment like the one just passed and the one about to come. There is no catching up with Now.
There’s no catching
up to Now. No
matter how fast you run
by the highway, you won’t
catch that Mack Truck.
My dad and I, live on AM and FM radio, tried to figure out how many Purdue basketball games he’s attended.
62 years X 12 games on average per year = 744 games at Mackey Arena or, before that, Lambert Fieldhouse. They should have a ceremony at halftime.
“We’d like to honor one of the most dedicated fans in the history of Purdue basketball, Jim Dedelow. He is attending his 750th Purdue basketball game.”
... Time to work with Collin Cook on building my personal brand. Tonight, I’ll host the high school football semi states from the studio. Right now, we have TV crews across Indiana.
Hobart at East Noble – Sam Michael announcing, Zeke Clark and Zach Pizer on color, Nick Hedrick lead producer, Sonny Santana and Ben Tomera on camera.
Andrea at Eastbrook – Ryan Walsh announcing, a coach from Rensselaer on color, Josh Beauduy lead producer, Jess and Brad on camera.
With high labor, travel and meal costs and broadcast rights, I’ll lose money today. Maybe that’s why I’m in such a good mood. I started the day talking about how I’ve lost all my money twice. It was with “The Cow Guy,” Scott Shellady, who is on Cheddar TV right now.
Shellady knows about losing money. He and I are traders at heart. I left the pits 15 years ago. He’s still in the game, not so much as a trader but as a “money manager,” which makes him the third cousin of Satan. We’re thinking of doing a weekly show on the financial markets. We can’t think of a name..Can you? Talk later. Bye.