Spitting on Patrick Duffy
So I’m doing a broadcast from San Antonios new Sea World. The celebrities are out in force. One by one, Bri meets with them on air. I’m told that in 15 minutes I’ll do a piece with William P. Clements & Patrick Duffy. Bill Clements was the beloved Governor & Duffy was the beloved Bobby Ewing from Dallas. I was excited. I had a moment, so I decided to have a sub sandwich. Sea World was providing an endless supply of goodies for the media. Minutes before the interview, and I mean 120 seconds - I realize that the sandwich has loostened my passenger side front tooth. It’s a false tooth I’ve had since childhood - (I lost it in an accident.) The tooth had never loostened before. I was wary - but confident the tooth wouldn’t just pop out. The celebrities are ready and so is Bri. The interview begins. I speak first with Duffy. "So Bobby, may I call you Bobb"…spurt. My tooth careened off his shoulder and onto the floor under a chair. I don’t think Duffy saw what happened. I tried to continue, but immediately realized that with no front tooth - I speak like Daffy Duck. It’s impossible to innunciate. God it was terrible. I imagine Duffy wondered how I’d managed a career in radio with a speech impediment. I cut it as short as possible and took a break. I tried then to secretly re-install the tooth. It didn’t work. I slobbered all over the Texas Governor too. I slobbered for another hour or so and spit the tooth out one last time on the tram going back to the car. It literally shot onto the parking lot - causing me to jump out after it. I was at the Dentist the next day. Since, I’ve only lost the tooth on air just once - at WNNS about 10 years ago. It wasn’t a problem - because now I keep glue handy. I learned from history, and therefor will not repeat it.
