Hugh Hewitt interviewing Mark Steyn is like Sandy Koufax pitching to Willie Mays — a thing of beauty.
That is indeed a thing of beauty.
It wasn't a thing of beauty, but did you ever see Joe Nuxhall throwing to Willie Mays?
Nuxhall, a Cincinnati leftie, owned Willie Mays.
At least once a game, the pitch sequence would go like this:
First, a high, hard one -- directly at a point somewhere between Willie's chin and his molars. Willie goes down in a heap.
Willie gets up...with steam coming out of his ears. He gets back in the box, waving the bat threateningly -- like a cat swishing its tail. He digs in even deeper.
Nux throws another one at his chops. Willie repeats his act.
Then, Nux throws three straight fastballs out over the plate, but head high. Willie take a vicious cut at each...and strikes out.
Next up, Willie McCovey, a LH-batter. Nux delivers, McCovey swings...and it's gone, a mile-and-a-half over the RF fence.
I swear I saw this particular act repeated numerous times back in the early-to-mid sixties.
Sandy Koufax pitching. Yogi Berra caching. The two work together very well. Before he become a philosopher, Yogi was the best catcher I have ever seen. He could hit, throw, and even run decently, while handling pitchers very. very well.
Was Koufax the dullest pitcher of his era? Hewitt is a respectable enough guy. But it's truly remarkable the lengths he will go to make his show as excruciatingly boring as possible. The guests he chooses (Steyn excluded, of course) are especially awful.
He recently dedicated the whole three hours to interviewing a southern California monk about his monastery. I couldn't help tuning back in periodically to see if he was indeed still interviewing the monk. Sure enough, the entire three hours. He is the grand champion of tedium, no doubt about it.