When I saw today that Phil Rizzuto had passed away, I thought of the strange lyrics from “What Comes Around” off the Beastie Boys classic “Paul’s Boutique”:

Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto

I listened to that album repeatedly while feeling like 16-year-old badass with a driver’s license in mom’s car. My friends and fellow Beastie fans tried to pick out all the samples (although I bet we didn’t get 1/10th). Still not exactly sure what they were saying about the former Yankees shortstop and Money Store spokesman.