The line usually came from my left, where Hall of Fame Post-Dispatch baseball writer Rick Hummel anchored the Busch Stadium press box that carries his name.
Some smart-aleck take would come flying from my mouth. Commish’s eyebrows would raise, lifting the brim of his signature newsboy cap.
“Let’s see that in the paper,” he would tell me, often with a “Buster” or “lad” tagged on the end.
Sometimes it was a joke.
Sometimes it was a suggestion to quiet down.
Sometimes it was a challenge.
If you think it, write it.
Well, Commish, here goes.