2 quick Soicher stories! He coached our rival baseball team in little league. Their name was… you guessed it: The Mighty Bobbleheads. Like Drew, most of the players were short. So by 14 or so, we crushed them every time we played. One of those games, we went back-to-back-to-back dingers and the kid pitching started to cry. My coach, who was admittedly a jerk, started screaming “take advantage of it”. Which caused Drew to sprint out of the dugout and get in his grill. Looked like a chihuahua fighting a mastiff.
The other story is I had his number saved in my phone from when I shadowed him for a day at 9News. Coincidentally, the guy who bought me alcohol (family friend) when I was 17 was also named Drew. I sent a joking text reading “buy me booze or I’ll kick your a$$” and it went to Mr. Soicher. Thankfully he was able to laugh it off.