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Ken Hoffman replays his trash TV appearance and bids farewell to Jerry Springer

Ken Hoffman replays trash TV appearance and bids farewell to Springer

Ken Hoffman Jerry Springer farewell tuxedo
Springer is bouncing, but Ken Hoffman had his day with an even trashier host.  Courtesy photo

Television as an art form has taken a big blow — The Jerry Springer Show is calling it quits after nearly three decades and 4,000 supremely entertaining, provocative, and totally insane episodes.

Where do you think minor league hockey teams got the idea for “Guaranteed Fight Night?” If Jerry’s guests, especially bosomy, low-cut women, weren’t rolling around on the floor, pulling each other’s hair by the first commercial, the show was a dud. Rawrrrr — cat fight!

You know the whole thing was fake, right?

I have a friend, happens to be a standup comic, who appeared on the show as a two-timing … heck, five-timing, womanizer who had to confront all of his ladies on the show. If you’re real quiet, you can still hear the audience boo’ing him from 10 years ago.

In real life, this guy would have been thrilled to be one-timing a woman. (It’s tough out there in the singles world.)

I’ve always been a fan of trash TV, daytime shock talk shows, like Jerry Springer, Geraldo’s old show, Sally Jessy Raphael, Ricki Lake, Richard Bey, and especially (and my favorite) Morton Downey Jr.

There are still a few of these around now, but they’re not nearly as ballistic, and therefore, bor-ing. Except for Maury Povich. Even with all my experience watching daytime TV, I still bat below 50 percent on “is William the real father of Jennifer’s baby.”

I usually buy William’s argument that he can’t be the father because “See? We don’t look anything alike!” Maybe it’s because the baby is 6-months old and you’re a full grown idiot?

My life in trash TV
One year, back in my Houston Post days, I convinced the bosses to send me to New York where I could sit in the audience of several daytime shock shows. It was fun beyond, and up close, the confrontations were 10 times faker than they looked on TV. I remember something less enjoyable from that visit to New York. One morning, I stood outside the Today show window, so I could wave like the mother and daughter visiting from Ames, Iowa. It was 2 degrees. Standing outside for an hour in that temperature … it’s not worth waving to the folks back home. I’ll call from my hotel room.

In 1989, I had just started my career in Houston, I got the call of a show business lifetime:

“Would you like to be a guest on the Morton Downey Jr. Show?”

I wouldn’t trade a Pulitzer Prize for a chance to be onstage with that raving lunatic. (Sorry, Lisa, but they give out a dozen Pulitzer’s every year. There was only one Morton Downey, Jr.)

Morton Downey Jr. was, no debate, the most obnoxious, loudmouth, awful human being talk host ever. He blew cigarette smoke in his guests’ faces, he railed against “pablum-puking liberals,” he called women “pigs” and “sluts,” and suggested they had VD. He ordered disagreeing guests to “zip it.” Neo-Nazis? Book ’em! Physical confrontations were routine, occasionally with Downey Jr. involved.

Morton Downey Jr. started more fights than Michael “Let’s get ready to rumble” Buffer. I loved him.

A shocking confrontation
Here’s how it happened that I was a guest on the Morton Downey Jr. Show.

The National Association of Television Program Executives held its annual convention in Houston that year. This is where TV stations, mostly independents like Channel 39 and Channel 57, negotiate to buy syndicated and independent shows. The Top 5 syndicated shows currently are: Family Feud, Judge Judy, Weekend Adventure, Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy.

Morton Downey Jr. was in Houston to shake hands with TV execs and sell his wild and wooly show. While here, he taped a week of shows from Channel 39 studios. One of those shows was “Shock Radio” — a hot topic of the day. Howard Stern ruled New York radio and Stern-types were catching fire around the U.S.

I covered TV and radio for the Post, so I was invited, I guess, as the voice of reason. I said yes, absolutely, even though I think controversial radio is a good thing. Second-hand smoke from Morton, not a good thing.

That night, I found myself onstage with several “shock jocks,” sitting between Houston’s wild men of radio, Mark Stevens and Jim Pruett of KLOL-FM. At one point, Downey Jr. asked Stevens and Pruett, “what makes you so shocking? Show us!”

The duo left the stage, walked into the audience, and stuck a microphone in women’s faces — asking anatomically vulgar, personal questions. The “Radio Gawds” spent about five minutes raising hell, but only two minutes were deemed safe to air. That’s how down and dirty it got. Looking back, perhaps the female audience members were plants. Doesn’t matter. Stevens and Pruett did their thing.

Ken vs Morton
Then Downey turned to me and asked, “You approve of this? Is this what Houston finds entertaining and funny?”

Real life? No problem. You don’t like it, there are 500 other stations. And the fact was, a significant segment of Houston did find entertaining and funny. You can look it up. Stevens and Pruett had ratings.

I answered Downey Jr.’s question honestly, but tried to avoid smoke in my face. I said something like, we have freedom of choice in America, let the marketplace decide what succeeds.

I wanted to say, “Why do you think you’re on the air, you bag of gas? You’re more offensive than Stevens and Pruett at their most offensive. But I love you Morton. Please don’t hit me.”

I also considered, if I mock Stevens and Pruett, which is what Downey Jr. expected/wanted, they’ll go on the air next day and destroy me. I could either disappoint Downey Jr. for 30 seconds on Channel 39 … or endure four hours of Stevens and Pruett crushing me on KLOL. Stevens and Pruett had more listeners than Downey Jr. had viewers.

One year later, Morton Downey Jr. was canceled. Six years later, the Houston Post was shut down. We’ve moved on.