But, now that he’s confident that I’m hooked (and, somehow, I think it actually matters to him that I fell for his game of choice), Cooper has to leave. Ozzy is waiting. Yes, that Ozzy. Coop — now he’s Coop to me — has to cut through local traffic to record another conversation with Ozzy for his radio show. (“I told my producer, ‘You’ve got to give me at least a couple seconds’ delay so I can decipher what he’s saying,’?” he says.)
So Coop the golfer changes back into the “Prince of Darkness” — maybe he’ll do a little sword sharpening later on. After all, a new tour’s about to begin. The dolls await.