Incredibly, while Vitale was away on this most recent trip, his 10,000-square-foot mansion did not burn down, and his dog was not run over, and ESPN didn't fire him. Knock serious wood. He is home for a whole day to unpack, pack again and send out a few dozen more packages of whaddyacallits to people who are sure they'll never get them. But enough of this off-time. Next week Vitale will add one ABC game a week to his usual two for ESPN. Sleep might just have to be eliminated altogether.
Someday, the Vitale Curtain may close altogether. The big black limo will pull up, and someone will touch Dicky Vee on the shoulder and say quietly, "Made an announcing change today," and a lot of people will say it's about time. The red light will finally flick off, and then it will be just Dick and Lorraine and St. Jude. But stay calm, Dicky Vee. You will not really be a hopeless case then. Because, when you think about it, Al McGuire was wrong. You do have that good inside.