Friday, November 11, 2005
This Won't Mean Nuttin' To You!
If you're not a lifelong Chicago radio/tv listener/watcher or national sportstalk radio fan, but you might appreciate it anyway. There's this local character, Chet Coppock, who is a bit of a ham. His rambling interviews (90% Chet, 10% interviewee) with various "good friends" (which was said of each interviewee) inspired a parody: a rapid-fire sports anouncer by the name of "Chet Chit-Chat." The real Chet lost his local sports anchor spot, his drivetime radio spot and his cable off-hours sports tv spot, but found a niche doing commercials for everything from home mortgages to cruises to Chinese resturants. This week Coppock turned up in the Chicago Sun-Times with a letter to the media critic/gossiper, Bob Feder:
"You're owned by half the people in this town. Do you think the world doesn't see through you? You're lost, pal. At my gig in Vegas, I make more dough in a week than you make in a year."
We've got the travel editor tracking this down for our next stay on the strip. Meanwhile, Monz visited the Uptown cafe for an Italian beef. Too liitle au jus, covered in cheese (Zippy's, home of the Cheesy Beef, R.I.P.), but surprisingly satisfying.
If you're not a lifelong Chicago radio/tv listener/watcher or national sportstalk radio fan, but you might appreciate it anyway. There's this local character, Chet Coppock, who is a bit of a ham. His rambling interviews (90% Chet, 10% interviewee) with various "good friends" (which was said of each interviewee) inspired a parody: a rapid-fire sports anouncer by the name of "Chet Chit-Chat." The real Chet lost his local sports anchor spot, his drivetime radio spot and his cable off-hours sports tv spot, but found a niche doing commercials for everything from home mortgages to cruises to Chinese resturants. This week Coppock turned up in the Chicago Sun-Times with a letter to the media critic/gossiper, Bob Feder:
"You're owned by half the people in this town. Do you think the world doesn't see through you? You're lost, pal. At my gig in Vegas, I make more dough in a week than you make in a year."
We've got the travel editor tracking this down for our next stay on the strip. Meanwhile, Monz visited the Uptown cafe for an Italian beef. Too liitle au jus, covered in cheese (Zippy's, home of the Cheesy Beef, R.I.P.), but surprisingly satisfying.
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