In a recent Courier Journal profile of my radio career, a 1992 photo of Howard Schnellenberger pretending to punch me reflected a real life incident from a few years earlier. The photo was staged at a golf tournament awards dinner, but only Coach Schnellenberger and I understood and chuckled at the backstory. I ran frequent radio sketches where Schnellenberger would drive his loaner Cadillac right through the glass doors of my studio, a nod to his frequent driving mishaps behind the wheel of a local dealer's car. The parody Schnellenberger would scream DISC JOCKEY (instead of learning my name) and demand that I drop down and give him 5 pushups for being a sissy, spineless, "poor excuse for a man." The