Born to a trio of itinerant yak salesman before the Great War, RMc first discovered baseball when Rogers Hornsby kicked him in the shins, screaming “There ain’t no prancin’ around in Peoria!”

Today, Mr. Mc spends his days flouridating drinking water, sending secret signals to the constellation Orion and working on his autobiography “Them There Was Those Days,” scheduled to published by Bench Press sometime in the next millenium.

This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. <bwee doop!>