Hooters and Dick

There's a joke there somewhere.

[Edit 4/1]:

OK, so back onto MARTA for a trek to the Peachtree Center station, which has the longest escalator in the Southeast. One block up, we found the Hooters. It was packed.

We BS'ed with some guys from Chicago. Seems like every conversation got started because of Dad's Georgetown T-shirt!

Dick showed up and after a while we started wondering where he disappeared to. It didn't take too long to figure it out -- his voice started booming over the speakers chatting with 790 The Zone sports radio at a tiny table crammed in the back. Ten minutes later, Dad elbows me and says, "I don't think Dick's come up for air yet!"

When we finally made it over to see Dick, he pulls his producer over and says about my dad: "You shoulda seen this kid -- St. Bonaventure's -- he scored 30 points a game! .... about 50 pounds ago!" That's why my Dad is smiling so big. The two of them met years ago when they were both at Seton Hall, and there can't be a nicer guy than Dick Vitale. He should be in the Hall of Fame.