you shoulda gone. those shows were fun and funny. plus the post show parties were beyond crazy sometimes.
I cut my e-teeth on SFN, got to know a bunch of guys around the show well, did the roundtable a few times, etc.
here's a story I recently posted on another board you may enjoy:
when I lived in the city I played softball in a mens league in central park. on the team was a good phriend (who I met through SFN and he lurks here from time to time) who was even deeper in the stern world than I was (did the old superfan roundtable show 3X more than I did, etc.)
anyhow, high pitch used to come to out games often and he wanted to play. the rules stated that if you came up to bat not wearing a team shirt, automatic and immediate out. none of us were going to let Erik wear our shirt cause, while he actually is a very nice guy, he is gross. solution was we let him catch the bottom of the last inning when we were the home team.
often, players on the other team would recognize him and that was true this day. bottom of the last, we are up by 2 and they have the bases loaded. batter hits a scorcher to right field and our RF fires a bullet home, but up the line a little bit. as the tying run was halfway home, high pitch moves up the line, gets the ball and makes a gorgeous, and I do mean gorgeous, diving sweep tag to get the runner about 3 feet from home.
The runner just lays there because the only worse than being tagged out at home is being tagged out at home by high pitch.
As we are crossing CPW to hit a bar and grab victory drinks, high turns to me and yells in that high pitch voice "hey Shark, did you see that play? I play just like Jorge Posada! TOUGH AS NAILS!!!" I doubled over laughing so hard I just missed getting hit by 2 cabs.
True story
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