Evil Rick Rizzs

Jeff · May 16, 2005 at 5:47 am · Filed Under Mariners 

For all the grief people give Rick Rizzs, you have to give the Mariner broadcaster one thing: he’s a relentless optimist. Anyone who can find the bright side of a Yankee sweep makes Norman Vincent Peale look like the dead guy from Joy Division, and I respect that.

I find it hard to give Rizzs a hard time because he seems so unflappably affable. I don’t know how he does it. Doesn’t everyone have a dark side?

Well, when I went to the game the other night, I was surprised to see a familiar looking man sitting next to me. He had wild, distinctive eyebrows that sloped downward, a supple voice that rumbled dramatically and just the hint of a brimstone flash behind his eyes.

“Say, friends,” he offered, even though I was the only one around, “Bret Boone might not have skills he once had, but you know what? He’s not trying as hard, either.”

I watched the rest of the game with Evil Rick Rizzs.

Whether Evil Rick is a refugee from some parallel universe where up is down and Ichiro can’t hit, I don’t know. Perhaps he is a ghostly doppelganger, haunting Safeco Field in search of his amiable terrestrial double; perhaps he is a Sybil-esque independent persona. Or perhaps he is the physical manifestation of an overactive imagination.

Whatever he is, I had to ask him to write us a post.

After a spirited negotiation — Evil Rick asked for 12 fresh souls, but I talked him down to a case of Billy Beer, a lock of Bud Selig’s “hair” and Pete Rose’s autograph — we reached an accord. This is what he turned in:

Well, good evening, friends, Evil Rick Rizzs with you tonight. My good counterpart is off at the library with Dr. Jekkyl, or volunteering at the Dorian Gray Soup Kitchen or something. Useless hippie.

You know, folks, when Jerry or whatever his name is asked me to write this, I was thrilled. No, not because of any opportunity to reach dedicated fans. I hate the Internet and everything on it. But thanks to the fifth-best blogger on this site, I have a forum for a few things I’d like to tell you about myself.

Like how, before Ryan Franklin pitches, I like to remind him that surrendering flyouts costs the “K’s for Kids” program financial support. So he is effectively stealing money from children in need.

He sometimes cries.

Then I just point at the tears, say “that is your MAGNOLIA MOMENT!” and cackle like a vampire.

Say, friends, whenever the Junior Sportscaster Inning rolls around, I bring a puppy into the booth. Then, I kick that puppy. Hard. Because I hate children and puppies, and because the puppy’s anguished yelp will hold more meaning than any exchange with Little Billy.

“Billy,” I’ll say through clenched teeth, rooting for the Mariners to make outs in a blessed hurry, “how are you doing today, pal?” “Good,” he’ll say. “Billy,” I want to tell him, “do you know what ‘monosyllabic’ means, buddy?”

But then I remember that every moment of air that kid fills is a moment that Henderson or Valle can’t speak. This brings an evil grin to my evil, evil face.

Ah, now listen that whistle. The sound of that locomotive outside Safeco Field reminds me of how much I would like to run over Dave Valle with a train.

Here are some tips for all you Little Leaguers out there: quit now, before your dreams fail. Also, kids, when mom or dad get a speeding ticket, wait until the officer has moved on and your parent is seething with rage. Then, point at the dollar figure and ask: “Are these the happy totals?”

After seeing Bill Buckner at the park last night, I removed a delicious Washington apple from my lunch bag and made as if to offer him a bite. “Hey Bill,” I said, flipping him a friendly wave. He smiled.

Then I rolled the apple between his legs, gave him the cackle, and hid behind Evil Dave Henderson.

Speaking of Evil Dave, after we stage a hostile, possibly armed takeover of the broadcast booth, I will implement the following rules: first, mention any “hitting streak” before it reaches five games, go to jail. No exceptions. Second, after any praise of Willie Bloomquist, the broadcaster is required to pause two full seconds, then say: “Of course you realize that, with those farcical comments, I am just mocking you.”

My fellow broadcasters will learn. Oh, they will learn. Turkey vultures will feast on the bones of my enemi …

Oh, all in good time. So, when do I get paid for this?


23 Responses to “Evil Rick Rizzs”

  1. Slooz on May 16th, 2005 6:00 am

    That is some funny stuff. Love the Magnolia moment. This site needs more evil.

  2. Graham on May 16th, 2005 6:04 am

    Yay for evil?

  3. David J Corcoran on May 16th, 2005 6:37 am


  4. compton on May 16th, 2005 7:09 am

    The Bill Buckner part had me cackling myself!

  5. PLU Tim on May 16th, 2005 7:41 am

    I love it! Rizzs is a communist and needs to be exterminated!

  6. Uncle Rick Rizz on May 16th, 2005 7:58 am

    Hello, little girl. What’s your name? Would you like to sit on Uncle Rick’s lap?

  7. IceX on May 16th, 2005 8:27 am

    Have you guys been watching a little too much Star Trek?

    Ah, yes. The Mirror Universe…

  8. J on May 16th, 2005 8:38 am

    Evil Rick Rizzs = Excellent

    Would’ve tried to interview Bizarro Rick Rizzs myself, but this is just as good. Well done.

  9. ChrisK on May 16th, 2005 9:53 am

    Bizarro Rick Rizzs = “Rizzaro”

  10. ChrisK on May 16th, 2005 10:03 am

    Sorry, I meant “Rizzsaro”

  11. Evil Rick on May 16th, 2005 10:04 am

    Hey, Jerry or whatever your name is, I’d just finished the case of Billy Beer when my “twin” showed up and made me re-read this post. If I’m a “physical manifestation of an overactive imagination,” then all I can say is whoever is responsible for this typo-infested piece of garbage had better look in the mirror! Brwaaahhahaha!

  12. Russ on May 16th, 2005 10:10 am

    I wish I could laugh at this but I’ve just noticed that Sele is slated to toss batting practice this evening for the NY Yankees starting at 7:05.

    It really saddens me that we got stuck with paying the salary for NY’s practice pitchers when we have so many needs for pitching ourselves. You’d think with the Yankee’s resources they could afford their own.

  13. Jake Brake on May 16th, 2005 11:20 am

    Brilliant! Now if we can only find a rogue geneticist who can fuse the two Ricks together, listening to the broadcast team would be bearable.

  14. Jake Brake on May 16th, 2005 11:21 am


  15. Xteve X on May 16th, 2005 12:10 pm

    That’s some rich stuff. Well done. LOL

  16. Colm on May 16th, 2005 2:17 pm

    I dunno, with the Mariner’s Jr Broadcaster Evil Rick sounded pretty much like the Rizzs we have in there now.

    I like to think of whatever unfortunate 4th grader has “won the prize” as a Holy Innocent to Rick’s King Herrod.

  17. Tim Madison on May 16th, 2005 4:27 pm

    Brilliant! Very funny. Evil Rick is not human, of course, but he is more palatable than that fake hair dye job plastic Vin Scully imitatin’ smarmy voiced repeating himself for the 6th time in a row makin’ me turn off the sound on my TV Neihaus butt kisser Ron Fairly! When we storm the broadcast booth can we push him out the window first? AAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!

  18. Spit Firehouse on May 16th, 2005 6:12 pm

    I would like to hear Evil Rizzs call a game. I wonder what he would use to replace the endless redundancies that “Good” Rizzs bleats. Instead of “uppa ninn” perhaps “near jugular” and instead of “the toss across” we would hear “the potential E3 throw”. Instead of “nobody has won more games of this period than Jamie Moyer” it would be “Jamie Moyer hold the MLB record for worst stuff”. And so on.

  19. Meat on May 16th, 2005 6:30 pm

    What a riot!!

    Now, if we can only combine him with EVIL DAVE NEIHAUS —

    Beltre at the plate:

  20. Conor Glassey on May 16th, 2005 10:33 pm

    Great post, Jeff! It reminds me of “Me, Myself and Irene.”

  21. thros on May 17th, 2005 7:12 am

    Rizzs play by play idol is Arnold “Buzz” Beezer a.k.a. Vin of the Angels. Scully influenced inflections are part of Rizzs delivery with one of the exceptions being Rick’s audio signature:..”the toss across”. And even though in the days preceeding the legendary ’95 Yankee series he made me nervous with his homer inducing “goodbye baseball!” I will always be a Rick Rizzs fan.

  22. Pat K on May 17th, 2005 10:51 am

    There’s a lot of potential to this idea: Evil Ron Fairly (“Good golly, if they’d paid players in my day like they do now I’d have enough money to retire to Hawaii with a 30 year old broad and play golf everyday instead of having to spend my time watching an inept team and uttering obvious trivialities for an imbecilic audience”); or evil Dave Valle (“The great thing about the recent series of Mariner catchers is that my career doesn’t seem so bad anymore. In fact, the older I get, the better I was”).

    How about a whole broadcast done by the evil twins?

  23. thros on May 18th, 2005 7:53 am

    Er..ah..make that Vin of the Dodgers instead of the Angels. How did that blunder remain unchallended on this post for 24 hours?