I have to admit, I love Kevin James.  We fat guys have to stick together.  I didn't even mind the first mall cop movie.  He may be one of the finer thespians of our time, but that still doesn't make what happened to me this morning ok.

After a late night at a concert at Sandy's in Nolanville, I arrived in the studio in quite the hurry to get on-air and get my busy Friday going.  I certainly wasn't expecting what I found waiting for me.  There was Paul Blart, segway & all, in giant poster form, heading right for me.

I couldn't let this travesty stand.  The dude does not abide.  I had to put on my best "Dateline" and go catch this predator.  Ok, so maybe "predator" is a bit harsh.  I'll go with "perpetrator".