I called Marc Farzetta on WIP three years ago – late at night.

First Time in Years

First time I called the radio station in years. But I’d been listening to Marc for a while and liked his style. Back then, he was working on Sunday nights – with an occasional fill-in here and there. I couldn’t figure out why he didn’t get more shifts, because he was better than quite a few regulars.

As it worked out, Farzie has become a big-timer for WIP.

But getting back to my phone call: As memory serves, some celebrity sang the National Anthem at a Tampa Rays game – and blew the song. So Marc asked callers to suggest a made-up athletic competition between two celebrities. The prize was a pair of tickets to a Reading Phillies game.

O. J. Simpson

I had the winner – no doubt in my mind. But that created an internal dilemma. I hadn’t called the station in years – pretty much since the O. J. Simpson saga was on-going – and that was a good twenty years in the past.

Since I was writing stories for the detective magazines back then, I knew the investigative process inside-out. After all, I was working with some of the best homicide detectives in the world and was familiar with their methods and their lingo.

Back then, I called Mac and Mac – Glen Macnow and Jody MacDonald – to translate the legalese into every-day terms. By the way, I woulda done a better job handling the Nicole Brown crime-scene than the hacks who worked it. But that’s another story for another day.

So, should I call? And sit and wait on hold for who knows how long? And win the prize?

Or should I just keep it to myself ?

First off, I didn’t care about the tickets. But I knew I had the winner – especially as I heard one lame suggestion after another from one caller after another. So after about an hour – pardon my French – I said “fuck it” and called.

Now, you already know I won. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be writing this.

And the Winner Is . . .

My suggestion involved two Latina women I fantasize about all the time – Salma Hayek and Eva Mendez.

And I’ve gotta believe that I’m not the only red-blooded man who envisions similar liaisons.

So I called and laid it out – Salma Hayek and Eva Mendez – mud-wrestling.

That was enough to win, but I went for over-kill – NUDE.

So I said it – Salma Hayek and Eva Mendez mud-wrestling in the nude – Ding-ding-ding – I was the winner. Pretty sure Marc just ended the contest right there.

If you’re wondering why I posted this today, it’s because Facebook posted my memory from three years ago. Man, how time flies.

In addition to being the official Eagles Outsider for BlameMyFather.com, Barry Bowe is also the author of:

• Born to Be Wild
• 1964 – The Year the Phillies Blew the Pennant
• 12 Best Eagles QBs
• Birth of the Birds
• Soon-to-be-published sexy, police procedural Caribbean Queen
• Soon-to-be-published novel Stosh Wadzinski
• Soon-to-be-published novel Polish Widow
• Work-in-progress: A Fuckin All-American