Tony Kornheiser (46:35)
Years later, I was driving through my hometown for the first time in decades and saw a law office on Centre street with Lars name on it, not far from where Zachary's Pizza used to be. So I stopped in. Think he remembered me in that game? Wouldn't you? David Epstein in New York? Sure, Shohei had a great game, a spectacular game. But he didn't pitch a perfect game. I, on the other hand, won the 1972 Boy Scout Troop 124 fishing contest with an unprecedented 23 fish caught. Yes, 23 times I cast my line and 23 times I caught a fish. One time I even reeled in my line without so much as a tug, only to find a fish on the hook. A perfect fishing afternoon. Eat it, Shohei. On the subject of eat it, I took home those 23 fish, hoping to revel in the spoils of my glorious afternoon. My grandmother happened to be visiting. Dutifully scaled, cleaned and beheaded each fish. Then my mom threw them all away and we went out for Chinese food. Jonathan Harwood, Yonkers, New York by way of Westbury if we were playing best game ever, I'll have an entry. Junior year of high school, I was a starting punter and tight end for wti. That's William Trust W. Tresper Clark High School in Westbury. I covered games there at the time when I was at Newsday, we were in the midst of what turned out to be a 44 game losing streak. When we finally broke the streak, it made the front page of the Newsday sports section. But I digress. On fourth and long from our 20, I hit the pun in my life, traveling about 50 yards in the air, rolling another 29 rolling out at the one I trotted off the field and soaked in the pats on the back and atta boys. That lasted until the first play from scrimmage when the opposing running back ran 99 yards for a touchdown. Glory is indeed fleeting. From Thomas Bogart in scapoose or scapoosey, Oregon. A lot of talk about Almond Joy and KitKat, but how do we feel about York Peppermint Patties? We love them. Oh, sure, it's more of a winter treat. Love them. Yes. Greg Wells, Dr. Comcast why I'm missing Pennsylvania I love, I'm enjoy. That's it. That's the email from Mark in Los Altos, California. Next time you have Salizza on, ask him about his candy rating article on his sub stack. His number one rated chocolate candy KitKat. Oh, I never have money. Yeah, he's done. Stuart Glickman in Aldi Only Maryland. First time, long time. Your segment with Larry Keith about Sports Illustrator really hit home. I've been reading Sports Illustrated since I was old enough to comprehend sports writing, inheriting my enjoyment of the magazine from my father. For so many reasons, today's SI doesn't compare to the SI of old. But I can't bear to cancel my subscription. I still read every issue. I guess you get it online now is what I'm assuming. When I moved out on my own after college, one of the first things I did was get my own subscription to Sports Illustrated. That felt like a manhood moment for me, unlike Mike Gundy, who waited until he was 40 to declare himself a man. When my father passed away, my mother asked if I wanted any of his junk. Included in that Junk was the first issue of the magazine from 1954. Yes, with Eddie Matthews on the COVID Eddie Matthews. After Wednesday's show, I pulled the magazine off the shelf just to look at the the COVID and stir up some memories of my dad. Thanks for that quick trip down memory lane. From Dylan Lord in Lubeck. Lubeck, Maine. I get L, U, B, E, C. I just saw the birthday shout out on PTI for Tom Sanders. I had the privilege to meet Mr. Satch at a sports card show in Massachusetts, where he was graciously signing autographs. We were on vacation, camping, and my masculine child, 8, woke up sick that morning. So his feminine sibling, 4 tagged along with me. She had no idea who he was, but they hit it off great. And he signed my son's hat with a special inscription. What a legend. Eight rings. No big deal. P.S. i also met another Boston goat on Causeway Street. The quintessential American sportswriter. What an honor to shake that hand. And he's got pictures. He's got pictures of Bob Ryan. Isn't that great? So that's really nice. And pictures of Satch Sanders, which is nice. Kenny Ray, Fort Walton Beach, Florida. A little song, a little dance. Shove a hockey puck down your pants. It's funny. Congratulations from Jason in Tilbury, Ontario, in Canada. I'm catching up on the podcast. Listening to the podcast where you were having trouble placing where Ocean View, Delaware is. It's obviously in the Midwest. Of course. It's Greg Collins. Luca Yuka, Illinois Cap R, uka, Illinois. Let me get this right. Tom Brady brought his dog back to life? Hello. Didn't he read Pet Sematary by Stephen King? And from Neil Airways. Tony, the next time you're in your office, I suggest you look in the pile of mail that was under the 2020 letter to Michael. You should discover the following long missing mailings. 12 denials of coverage by Cigna together with referral for therapy to help you cure the delusion that keeps you filing claims and expecting a different result. 15 late notification fees from payments you mailed that arrived late. Nine additional electricity delivery charges. A geologic survey of your front yard that discloses several strata of limestone and granite that make your yard incapable of supporting horticulture. And your draft notice from 1970. If you're out on your bike tonight, everyone, as always, do wear white. Excuse me.