Zo is apiece of work. I don't get much from him, but I don't mind him either. He's sort of like that dipsomaniac uncle who stumbles around the family reunion, knocks over the Weber, and ends upfalling backwards into the inflatable kiddie pool. We kids loved him: much more interesting than the other dads going on and on about home insurance or how they're pretty sure their station wagon needs a new carburetor. I always listen to the radio audio when I watch Pats games, a habit I began when it was Gil and Gino. I still miss those two, almost as much as I miss Bob Wilson's broadcast of Bruins games way back when. For me , Wilson was the best ever, and hockey has got to be the toughest sport to do on radio.