Let’s Never Forget The Time Benny The Bull Went On The Jerry Springer Show To Confront His Cheating Girlfriend

Jerry Springer was an interesting cat. 

He died yesterday unexpectedly, Nate blogged it, Kate blogged it, and Kevin minute man'd it.

I had a friend who used to work at one of the first clubs I worked at way back in the day, Reserve, in Chicago, who got hired by his show to "book talent."

Her name was Sarah, she was a babe, so she obviously got snatched up by the Springer show crew to work for them. Jerry, Steve Wilkos and his buddies Pete and Jason (shout out CPD) who worked security for him were always out on the town, and always pulled the hottest chicks. 

Springer was a household name and one of the biggest shows in the world back then. 

Through Sarah, some friends and I got hooked up with "Springer: Too Hot For TV" tickets. It was billed as Jerry Springer on pay per view. Too hardcore for network TV. Real fighting, nudity, midgets, pure mayhem. 

We pre-gamed for this thing like it was a playoff game.

Went to Timothy O'Tooles for lunch and got obliterated before walking down Columbus to NBC Towers. 

When we got there, we were escorted into this holding area with other guests who would be in the crowd and had to answer a brief questionnaire. There were people in the room watching us all and whispering to each other. Turned out they were figuring out where to seat people, which didn't make sense at first, but once the show started rolling, made all the sense in the world.

We had to sign waivers saying we didn't care what the show used of us (huge mistake) and followed the staff members to our seats. My three buddies and I scored seats in the front row right in front of the stage and you would have thought they were box seats to the world series. 

All the excitement quickly faded away, however once producers came out, ran us through a few drills and exercises, explained stuff to us, and encouraged us to get as lively as possible. And they emphasized several times that we were under no circumstances allowed to touch the guests.

When the lights came on, cameras started rolling, and Jerry came out to introduce his circus, I'm not sure I've ever felt more scummy in my life.

There was a guy with no legs walking around on his hands the whole time. Seemed like a nice guy. A 400 lb old lady "stripping" on a pole off to the side the whole time. And a parade of strippers they'd bring out to fire the crowd up between guest segments. But nothing compared to the main producer. This big burly guy with a thick black beard who was the puppet master of the entire thing. He stood off to the side between the stage and the crowd, at this podium with a few monitors, and cued the crowd on what to yell, what to chant, when to boo, when to cuss, etc. It was fucking crazy. We were standing there at one point screaming at this shithead trailer park guy who was bringing his best friend on the show to declare his love for him, chanting horrible things at this person we'd never met before. For absolutely no reason. 

True trash tv.

Big mistake going because back in the day, real ones know, there was nothing better than watching Springer clips on Talk Soup.

But let's get back to the Benny the Bull clip from up top and the entire point of this blog. 

Props to the Bulls for putting together that clip and running that at the old Chicago Stadium (possibly United Center?) That clip was so on-brand for Benny it's not even funny. Granted, I would have cast a slightly better looking woman to play his girlfriend, because we all know Benny pulls, but they nailed it with the brunette. Nobody, and I mean nobody, loves brunettes more than Benny the Bull.

Also, bringing Big Ben out and having him "bop" Benny is funny as fuck. I don't care how old or how tough you think are. If you saw this scene with Benny putting his hands out 

followed by him going down like he caught a .50 cal round from a sniper and didn't laugh out loud you have no pulse. 

Benny will always be king of the mascots. 

Here's another version of the clip with sound.