They need to build a broadcast room in Lakeshore, commit them there, and just let them think they're "on the air."
My freshman year, one of the seniors was getting married. At his bachelor party, they tied him naked to a tree in front of Lakeshore and taped a dime to his leg so he could call somebody. It was quite funny, just not to him.
That is funny, oldvol. Nowadays, they'd have to tape two quarters to him. Hell, with no pay phones around any more, they'd have to tape a **** Nokia on him.
I remember a couple of years ago when HH was saying Michael Crabtree wouldn't be a good fit in a spread because they don't ever pass out of the spread.
For a while, every now and then I'd turn them on in the AM on the way to work to see if they were still raving idiots, quickly discover nothing has changed, and then go back to the iPod. Been a while ago now since the last time. The worst part is, as bad as they are, their callers make them sound almost coherent.