Larry King’s greatest on-air highlight you never saw

Election night 1988 had lasted almost ‘til sunrise. Now it was almost midnight on the night after – and Larry King was about to have his greatest, or at least most astonishing, on-air moment.

It was a feat of multi-tasking that you’ll never get to see in any of his highlights videos. Because he was on radio. And I was on with him. Stay tuned.

King had finished his CNN gig at 10 p.m. and was at his second nightly job across the Potomac at his even more famous Mutual Radio late night nationwide talk-radio show. What the King of broadcasting didn’t know was that he was about to perform probably the alltime funniest on-air slapstick shtick that no one ever would get to see. But it’s surely still a world record for radio slapstick at this time when we are recalling this broadcast legend who retired from CNN in 2010 and died Saturday in Los Angeles at 87. For it is a tale unlike any of the others you’re hearing about in the more than 50,000 interviews he had with every famous person from the overlapping worlds of politics, entertainment, sports, religion, and organized- and disorganizedcrime.

On that night in 1988, I of course knew why I was there. Late nights after election nights are throwaway bookings that the famous figures and sensible pundits turn down. So call Marty.

Larry and I were sitting across from each other at a large round table in front of those big radio studio microphones. Our first caller, a lady from Kansas City, asked something about George H. W. Bush’s decisive victory over Michael Dukakis. Looking across our large radio studio table, I saw Larry’s eyes slowly becoming slits behind his big darkrimmed glasses, as they vanished behind his descending lids.

So I began my yaddayadda. And Larry began his multi-tasking – hosting on-air radio while catching up on his lost night’s sleep. His head slowly nodded forward until his chin came to rest on his chest. Behind the control room’s huge window, I saw that our host’s blissful serenity was not shared by his crew. His producer and engineer and producer jumped up to sprint out – until I raised my left hand and, like a cop signaling stop, I assured them that all was under control on our side of the control room glass.

I gave my pal the gift of a few lost winks by beginning a conversational Q & A with the caller. As I talked with Kansas City, I quietly balled up a sheet of paper. After 10 minutes, I fired a paperwad fastball across the sixfoot diameter table — and plunked Broadcasting’s King in the crown of his forehead. Larry’s eyes popped wideopen – and without missing a beat, radio-TV’s famous baritone boomed a fully alert: “Thank you Kansas City.”

Now great hilarity erupted in the formerly panicked control room. King’s producer held up a scrawled sign: “San Diego.” And the Radio King hit the cue: “Now let’s go to San Diego. What’s on your mind?”

As San Diego spoke, Larry’s lids again descended into slits and disappeared. I bantered with San Diego and our host began snoozing in apparently skilled, snorefree silence. Ten minutes and one more paper-wadded fastball later, King again bonked awake. He was finally refreshed enough to join his own show in mid-progress.

That concluded our classic radio slapstick shtick that you never saw on your radio – but you’ll now never forget, having just seen it with your mind’s eye.