From the description of Bill Hinds’ 1990 Book titled Buzz Beamer’s Radical Sports:

“Buzz Beamer, a real radical dude, introduces some wacky ideas for improving sports.”

Even at the age of 8, I was too sophisticated for the humor of Buzz Beamer. I knew sports. I knew almost every stat on the back of 1991’s Topps Baseball set. I could recite the Atlanta Braves starting lineup forwards and backwards. Very serious stuff. I was slightly disappointed when my grandparents opted for the children’s version of the popular sports magazine. Every month my Sports Illustrated for Kids would show up in the mail. When you’re 8, is there nothing more exhilarating than receiving something in the mail – even if it ended in the term “for Kids”? I would pretend that I didn’t care about Buzz’s latest adventures. His comic was always the last page; the corny final stamp of each month’s edition.

I would casually leaf through my magazine, reading the letters all those other less-informed kids would write. I’d browse the user-submitted drawings of sport stars and scoff. I’d study the sports card insert, very careful to not bend them (or god forbid tear them out on their perforations.) After reading a couple of the articles and maybe pulling out the poster to inspect it’s worthiness of my valuable wall-space, I’d maybe take a peak at ol’ Buzz. I’d made it this far in the issue, I might as well – just to see what he was up to this month. “Last month was kind of funny,” I’d say, “that crazy Buzz taped rockets to his roller skates and tried to slam dunk,” chuckling to myself as I turned to the last page.

You know, kids stuff.