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THE THINGS YOUR KIDS WON'T LEARN IN SCHOOL

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By, Larry Potash

 

Many years ago, I read this somewhere and included in our show---viewers all wanted copies of it for their children.  It's been floating around the internet in various forms on various blogs but it may be new to you.  THE THINGS YOUR KIDS WON'T LEARN IN SCHOOL

 

Fact: Life is not fair. The sad reality is that you won't get everything you want. The best thing, though, is to realize that you can make the best of it. You can also make yourself have a different focus or negotiate to make things angle a little better for you. And sometimes, that just won't cut it, but at least you know that you've made a good faith effort towards it.

Fact: Your school will care about your self esteem. The real world won't. Bottom line: schools want their students to be mentally healthy and well. They don't want to have the reputation of giving their students a hard time. It would make their ratings falter if they were known as schools that didn't address your issues. When you're out of school, you're on your own. Watch out for yourself. Take responsibility when it's needed. Learn from your mistakes and don't let them eat at you.

Fact: Money doesn't come from going to school. I know someone who graduated from an Ivy League university. His first job out of school was in New York City and he was making $17,000 a year. This wasn't in 1987. This wasn't in 1994. This was in 2003. What you'll have when you're out of school is the ability to move ahead of your peers who didn't pursue higher education. What did my friend learn? First of all, money wasn't everything. Second of all, these things still take time. It's been five years later and my friend is making six digits. Just be determined to succeed, and hopefully you'll see yourself as a manager, a business owner, or a CEO in time. But it won't happen right out of school. You get the academic smarts and then you build the business smarts. After all, you learn something new everyday.

Fact: Most bosses are tougher than your teachers. Put it this way: your teachers aren't making money off of your successes and failures. They have a base salary and they're just helping you when you get a boss. Your boss is making money off of your successes and losing it off of your mistakes. You'll need to be a lot more disciplined out of school.

Fact: Don't knock others' opportunities. I've seen so many college students who have these high aspirations of jumping out of school and expecting the world when they graduate. Listen up: that barely happens. I speak for myself when I say that I was sadly disappointed when I graduated. I didn't have the job I wanted nor did I have the salary I wanted. And I'm still working towards it. Take every little moneymaking stint and savor it. It's what some people call opportunity. If you live in a populated city and see a homeless guy walking buy, realize that you're better off than him, but realize that if you don't work towards your goals, you might be just like him in a few years.

Fact: Your parents might have created you, but you're your own person. Don't blame your faults on your parents. You're an adult now, and you're a responsible one at that. It's time that you actually take responsibility for your actions and use it to better yourself. Heck, maybe in a few years, you'll be more successful than Mom and Dad. Wouldn't that feel just great?

Fact: You can become boring if you don't vary it up. As the article states, "before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now." I bet they were just as fun as you were as a college kid. But priorities shift and having fun takes a backseat when you focus on your career successes and your family. Life isn't about partying forever.

Fact: Life isn't divided into semesters. Unless you're going to be teaching for the rest of your life, you're not going to have off for summer break or even for spring break. You might not even get "Election Day Weekend" or "Columbus Day Holidays." You're expected to go to work for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, for as long as you're at this job. You won't be able to switch it up every 10 weeks like you did at school. You'll have to deal with this and accept that this is a product of growing up and moving on.

Fact: Television is fiction. Your problems may take a lot longer to solve, and even if you're dying to have these issues resolved, you might just have to wait. Sometimes these things take years. Sometimes things won't get resolved at all. While the plot line of Friends keeps you smiling, real life is different.

Fact: Don't pick on your dorky classmates. If you start working for them, you might be embarrassed that you did.

Fact: School is enjoyable, so suck it in while you can. Believe it or not, you're lucky to be a kid. So take in every moment and bask in the glory of being a student until you're older.

Don't get us wrong. Life is still great beyond college, but don't complain that life isn't fair. You're lucky to have your college years ahead of you, so take advantage of them while you still can, and enjoy it. College is great, and the "real world" is great too.

 

Oh, Mickey, You're So Fine, You Blow My Mind

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Jeff Hoover, Segment Producer

 

Legendary actor and entertainer Mickey Rooney and his wife Jan are in town to promote his 89th birthday show at the Arcada Theater this Sunday afternoon at 4PM. Yes, 4PM. Who sees a show at 4? Nevermind. I know who you are. Bless you.

Mickey is always a memorable guest whether he is on camera or off. Today, he kept grabbing my arm tightly and whispering "Senior Family Fun Time." He tried to explain the idea to me, but all I could get out of it was that it involved wristbands, T-shirts and a cruise ship.

I first met Mickey Rooney back in the early 90's. (No, not the 1890's, smartypants.)

Ah, yes, I'll never forget meeting Mickey. I was a producer for The Jonathon Brandmeier Radio Showgram. I was asked to greet him at the elevator. The doors opened and out sprang a gnome-like creature in baggy pants, untucked shirt and wrinkled overcoat. It's eyes bugged out at me beckoning me to say something.

"Goodmorning, Mr. Rooney. We are very happ..."

Mickey interrupted me before I could finish my rehearsed welcome and said rather sharply, "No one calls me Mr. Rooney. Everybody calls me Mickey."

With that he threw his coat at me and began hustling his way to the door to the radio studio. I panicked thinking that he might barge in on Johnny. I yelled, "Mr. Rooney ! If you would come this way, I will..."

He stopped in his little tracks and did a slow burn turn around and said,

"Mickey! No one calls me Mr. Rooney."

Mikey, Mickey, Mickey I repeated to myself. That's strike two. One more slip up and Mickey is going for my jugular.

"Right this way, Mickey. Let me take you to the green room."

As we're walking down the hall, another radio producer from another show, walks by us and says, "Goodmorning, Mr. Rooney."

"Call me Mickey ! No one calls me Mr. Rooney!," barked Mickey as I tried not to laugh. I mean, this was kind of fun to me now. I mean, it's common courtesy and respectful to greet a legend properly, right?

As soon as he sits down on the green room couch, Carol, our executive producer walks in and says, "It is so nice to have you here, Mr. Rooney. Can we get you anything to eat or drink?"

I wince. I mean, I almost yelled "MICKEY!" This is gonna be good I thought.

Mickey got up from the couch and kindly shook her hand and said, "Thank you, dear. But I am fine right now."

Well, how about that? I guess some people do get to call him Mr. Rooney.

If you go to see Mickey's show, try your own luck calling him Mr. Rooney. Oh, and ask him to explain "Senior Family Fun Time." Then, let me know what happens.

Aim High and Don't Wear Mom Jeans

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Segment Producer, Jeff Hoover

 

Well, the pitch is over, but the giddiness is still swirling in my shorts. As I thought, I actually threw out the second pitch. There were four. First up was a little boy. I think he must of faked a fatal illness to get this gig. He did well. Of course, he stood about 4 feet away. I'm glad Pat Tomasulo wasn't there because he would have given him an instant Patdown for not taking the mound.

Then, it was my turn. My name popped up on the old scoreboard. I heard music. What the hell? The theme to "St. Elmo's Fire"??? I guess that's what inspired me to stick out my arms like an airplane and fly out to the mound. (Upon reviewing the video maybe that is a more macho take than what I really looked like. (Probably looked more like a sugar plum fairy minus the tutu.) I channeled Carlos Marmol briefly and let it fly. It was high and inside. (that's what she said.) At least it didn't hit the dirt or kill the catcher, Mitch Atkins. (He is actually a pitcher and he played later in the game.) I don't know what inspired me to flash my midriff after the throw...maybe it was the same reason the female soccer girl ripped off her shirt and exposed her jog bra? It's certainly not because of my 6-pack. (But, I do have a great rack.)

I was followed by the executor of Harry Caray's estate. He had been practicing for a couple of weeks and it showed. Showoff !

Oscar nominated actor Terrence Howard threw the final first pitch. I missed his. (I was all ready on my third Heineken in the Pepsi Suite.) The first three were before 1PM when there was 8 people in the stands.

Finally, let me answer the question that has been eating your brain for days. How in the heck did Hoover get to throw out a pitch? Well, I am not ashamed to say this. I slept with Dutchie Caray on a quilt in front of 16 cats. Oh, come on now. You know that I am kidding. Actually, Beth Goldberg-Heller and Grant DePorter of Harry Caray Restaurant Group asked me. They get to pick two people per season. If I was a Nascar, I'd wear their logo like a tramp stamp, right next to my tattoo of Larry & Robin.

Thanks to all of you for your love and support. And, Dutchie...call me.

 

Segment Producer, Jeff Hoover

 

Thankfully you do because you are taking the time to read this.

I am throwing out the first pitch at Wednesday's Cubs game at Wrigley Field.

What an honor ! I mean, not everybody gets the opportunity to do this, right? I w450morganna.jpgill get my name on the scoreboard, get my picture taken, get a signed baseball, and I wouldn't be surprised if Morgana the Kissing Bandit charges the mound. Yeah, right. Who cares? I am just a producer of WGN Morning News. They probably have dozens of first pitches every game anyway. I am probably throwing out the 17th first pitch behind some income tax adjuster from Naperville.

Oh well, it's still nerve wracking for me. You see, having a reputation for doing crazy stuff on our show, I really wanted to goof around with this opportunity, but the PR folks for the Cubs nipped that in the bud. They want me to treat this ceremonial pitch with respect. No problem. But, I can't guarantee that something bad might happen.

Let me explain..

I was the starting first baseman on my Little League team. Well, I was anything but little. I was a chunky chew in my see-thru mesh baseball jersey that you could see my cavernous belly button and pink gorilla nipples. I was like a mini-Babe Ruth. (Or maybe I jusfatkid.jpgt ate a lot of Baby Ruths.)

Anywho, one game day, the coach told me that I was going to pitch. I couldn't believe it. I never pitched in my life. How was I going to just go to the mound and pitch a ballgame when I didn't know anything about it? The coach said that he had been watching me and thought that I had a good arm and he felt that I was ready.

Ready for what? My folks sat in the stands like they always did every Saturday morning not knowing that their hefty Hoover boy was going to make history.

I think you know where this is heading so I will spare the gory details. Let's just say that the slaughter rule stopped the inning after 6 runs. Every batter either got hit by my pitch or was walked. Batters would just stand there and not even swing. I mean, how could they when most of the balls would dribble or bounce in front of them. By the end of this debacle, I was crying and trying to fight thru my tears to see so I could throw the ball. Thankfully, my folks still gave me a ride home after the game. After that performance, I would have expected to be put up for adoption at least.

To this day, I am not sure why I was asked to pitch. All I know is that on Wednesday at 12:57PM at Wrigley Field, I will be ready. And with any luck, at 12:58PM, it won't be on YouTube. Or maybe I will want it on YouTube? Maybe I'll bust out the see-thru mesh jersey? Nevermind.

A Treat for Trick

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    CheapTrick,Skilling,HooverSegment Producer, Jeff Hoover

 

As a fat, pasty kid from St. Joseph, Michigan who grew up watching Bozo on WGN-TV about 3-inches from the screen while eating Archway windmill cookies, I never dreamed that one day I would be working at the 'ol number 9 and answering my phone to hear a security guard tell me that Cheap Trick is waiting for me in the lobby.  It blows my mind...or at least what's left of it after meeting Wizzo, Dr. Lester Fischer and the Empire Carpet Man.

The craziest thing is that after Cheap Trick was done performing one of their classic tunes, "I Want You to Want Me" and their latest single, "Sick Man of Europe, " the lead singer, Robin Zander and the lead guitarist, Rick Nielsen asked me something that truly shocked me.  In a hushed tone with intense looks on their faces they asked me in unison..."Can we meet Tom Skilling?"

Well, I thought that they were goofing around with me so I laughed and started to walk them back to the green room.  They didn't budge.  They were serious.  They wanted to meet him.  And they weren't about to leave without a handshake.

Quickly, I spun around and lead them to the Weather Center.  As I opened the door, I said, "Usually people want to meet Cheap Trick, but today, Cheap Trick wants to meet Tom Skilling."

To see Tom, Robin and Rick standing together admiring each other's work and making small talk about the weather was really amazing.  Of course, it would have been better if I had one of those windmill cookies in my hand.

Snatch the cigarette from my hand, Grasshopper

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He smoked. He drank. He swore. And he didn't care about when and where he did it.

Legend-friggin-dary actor David Carradine was a handful for a producer like me. I had the pleasure of booking him multiple times on our morning news show. Yes, morning. That is probably not the best time of day for an old school Hollywood rebel.

Back in 2008, he appeared on our show to promote a really bad caveman movie and when I came to the green room to greet him, the lights were off except for the glow of the television. He was standing with his back to me and he turned around when he heard me say good morning. He just stared at me and went for something in his pocket. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out and let it hang from his lip. I didn't know what to do as he then pulled out his lighter. Finally, as he was about to light the cigarette, I asked him nicely to not smoke in the green room and tried to get him to follow me outside to a smoking area. He didn't budge. He lit that sucker up and inhaled a long drag and exhaled in my direction and said, "What are you going to do about it?"

HOLY CRAP ! He was right. What was I going to do about it? I stammered like a complete dork.

"Oh, will you please smoke outside? I really would appreciate it if you would take that outside. There are other guests that are using this green room this morning, etc

He walked towards me, leaving the light of the flickering television and into the hallway while I backed up waiting and trying to prepare myself for a flying scissor kick or something.

He said, "I don't listen to anybody. Directors, wives, nobody. Why would I listen now?"

Again. Why would he listen to me? I could have settled it by saying that his segment was cancelled and run away. But, we had teased his appearance all morning long. Plus, he would have been happier by not having to go on our show and try to muster up the energy to promote a stupid caveman movie.

He went on about the bad choices he has made in his life and his career as he finished his cigarette in our hallowed hallway outside the Bozo studio. I was smitten. It hit me. His role in life was more than Kung Fu and Kill Bill...and a caveman movie. His greatest role was being a badass. I was just another guy lucky enough to get close to the fire without getting burned.

Rest in peace, David Carradine. Although knowing him, he will not rest. He will chain smoke, binge drink and drop the F bomb forever.

 

- Jeff Hoover, Morning Show Segment Producer