The colossal cosmic clock clangs out closing time for Cliffy. This clandestine, client-collecting clown has climbed into the clay and clover club. Clearly, we have closure.
Time relentlessly changes all, including our heroes and the way we perceive them, and so, perhaps it's no surprise that these days, you almost never hear fans chant the familiar, sing-song cry "There's no penis hotter than ol' Enos Slaughter."
(d) August 12th, 2002