It seems at the end of September former Yankees 2nd baseman turned outfielder Chuck Knoblauch finally snapped and was dragged out of his house for choking his latest wife.

Just over a year ago reporters found his hideaway in Houston where he came outside to yell at reporters "I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH BASEBALLLL...EVERRR!" and of course..."DON'T TELL PEOPLE WHERE I LIIVVVVE!"

The road to his undoing became clear as we went on. After being traded from Minnesota he seemed to lose his memory.

He forgot he wasn't a home run hitter so he tried to hit home runs all the time. He'd forget how many outs there were, he forgot to stop arguing with an umpire during a play while a guy rounded the bases with the winning run.

Finally he forgot how to throw the ball from the 2nd base position to 1st base (about 45 feet) something the average baseball FAN can accomplish that he was being paid millions to do.

Like another Minnesota transplant at our house we nicknamed him after Mary Tyler Moore's late clown co-worker "Chuckles".

Finally after konking Keith Olbermann's mother in the stands with one of his awful throws, he was moved to left field where they figured he couldn't hurt anyone else.

Yet Chuckles moving to left field actually did start something...perhaps the biggest volcanic ever eruption of Mount Doodle in her long history of eruptions.

After dinner one night Doodle had an announcement...she was calling a family meeting...very important..big stuff going down..she needed to be heard...our undivided attention was necessary..8 pm.

Umm..ok...8 pm? That should be what..the 3rd or 4th inning? That wasn't gonna work. But she insisted. Now when Doodle wants to have a meeting at 8 o'clock that generally means she wants to pick a fight at 8 o'clock.

Nothing like scheduling your fights.

But for the next few hours she went on..."8 o'clock, be ready."

Uh huh..

Game starts and I'm watching and sort of looking at the clock knowing this is going to get interrupted by this fight...err..I mean meeting.

Every few minutes she'd go by me..."8 o'clock! Very important!"

Uh huh..

"This is the most important meeting were ever gonna have as a family."

Ok...uh huh...

"I don't know if you're gonna like what you hear."

Really..uh huh...

Tentatively Chris, DJ and Bri filter home for this all important meeting. Both kids sit next to me on the couch.

"Anyone have any idea what this is about?" Chris asks

"I don't know." I answer, "Oh were winning 1-0."

A few minutes later Doodle walks into the room from around the corner much like the President does during news conferences. She parks herself in front of the TV but doesn't turn it off.

"What I've got to say is very important!" she starts, "I need some help around here."

She goes silent for a second then asks, "Are you listening to me?"

"Yep, you need help." I answer, "Uh huh, go on."

Bri is suppressing a laugh..you could sense this is about to go very wrong.

Doodle continues, "The laundry around here is getting out of hand and I need people to help me get some of that done."

I'm looking past Doodle and can now see that someone on the other team just got a hit in the general direction of Knoblauch in left field.

Knowing his throwing troubles, the guy is going to try to get a double on Chuckles. However he doesn't appear to be running real well and like any kind of a decent throw is gonna throw the guy out.

Doodle continues, "After dinner at night, I need..."

In an incredibly ill advised moment of stupidity, I cut Doodle off and yelled out, "HON HANG ON CHUCKLES IS GONNA GUN THIS GUY!"

The kids look around Doodle to see the TV as Knoblauch throws a good one bouncer to 2nd base and the runner is easily tagged out sliding.

As the umpire makes a rather emphatic "out" call, the kids and I bust into hysterics and I screamed my signature thrown out call, "DOGMEAT!"

The 4 of us are now doubled over in laughter over Knoblauch, who can't properly toss a ball across a room, throwing a ball around 100 feet to get someone out.

But not everyone is amused!

Doodle looks at the 4 of us now laughing and ruining her important meeting and screams, "YOU ALL SUCK!"

Trying to quickly regain composure, I'm choking while saying to Doodle, "I'm sorry hon, I'm sorry...finish your.." and couldn't finish as I went back to laughing.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!"

The kids are laughing out of control either still at the play or the fact that I ruined Doodle's speech they really didn't want to hear.

"Hon.." as I kept laughing, "I'm so sorry, I can't help..."

"DOGMEAT HUH?" Doodle screams, "I'LL GIVE YOU DOGMEAT!" She grabbed a handful of dog kibble, and flung it in our general direction.

"THERE'S DINNER!" she screamed.

"Hon, c'mon calm down."

The kids were now hysterical watching flying dog food and they made a run for it, leaving me to deal with the fuse I lit.

"YOU WANT LAUNDRY DONE?" she screamed a question as she flung a huge basket of laundry all over the living room.

"THERE YOU GO! YOU DO IT!..I'M DONE! DONE I TELL YOU!"

"Doodle!" I exclaimed, "Calm down!"

"LIKE HELL!" she exploded, "I'LL DO MY OWN CLOTHES! MAKE MY OWN FOOD! YOU 3 ARE ON YOUR OWN!"

She bounced up the stairs and disappeared into the night, with dog food and dirty clothes thru the whole place.

The kids finally found the area safe as Doodle went to bed. They came out and as usual Chris would order pizza to eat our pain away.

Chris chowed a slice and said, "Whoever thought mom would get that mad because Chuckles got a guy out! I thought she felt sorry for him!"

Chuck Knoblauch caused a lot of commotion for his inability to throw anyone out. Little did he know how much commotion he caused the one time he did!

(Keith Olbermann's mom Marie died earlier this year...not from getting hit by Chuckles)