You hopped when the scoreboard signalled a Nelson.
All your life, you probably didn't walk under a ladder, feared black cats and possibly carried a rabbit's foot in your pocket.
To sum it up, you could have been a walking 5'10" old wives' tale.
We still liked you.
For not looking like a dead fish in white.
For not being just a hat-hanger.
And for your humour that never stooped to buffoonery.
David Shepherd, we will miss you.