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From 1966 to 1969, Franken was a member of the varsity wrestling team at his high school in Hopkins, Minn. Six years after graduation, when he showed up in New York to begin work as a writer on the first season of 'Saturday Night Live,' he was still almost as much an athlete as a comedian. 'He seemed like a total jock,' says the comedian Laraine Newman, who was a member of the original cast. 'He always had a football in his hands when they were writing. And he had this very defined musculature. His butt was like a cut basketball. Which, you know, you don't normally see in comedy writers.'
Sidestepping the cut-basketball issue, Franken still has a wrestler's build, but more to the point he has kept his grappler's mentality. As he enters the Palace Theater, 860 defiant Dean supporters have filled the seats. They're on edge, eager to prove to Peter Jennings, Tim Russert and the rest of the national media that have ranged thickly around the perimeter that their man isn't done yet. Onstage, Martin Sheen speaks first, then Dean's demure wife, then the suddenly embattled former governor of Vermont himself. Sometime after Dean begins taking questions from the audience, a manic-looking heckler starts to heckle, accusing Dean of 'covering up for Dick Cheney.' He gets louder. A couple of spindly members of Dean's security team approach him uncertainly; he swings his arms and keeps shouting. It goes on for several minutes and seems to be veering toward actual violence. Dean, the media, the members of the audience: nobody knows what to do.
At this moment Franken turns, cocks his head slightly, gives that well-known magnified, tortoise-shell-framed gaze and says: 'I think the two of us can get him out. You wanna do it?' After a pause that is meant to be emphatic, I say, 'No.' But it's too late: he's off, in rumpled jeans and a big down jacket, plowing up the aisle.
By this time there is a confused scrum around the heckler, who is holding his ground and still ranting. Franken hits the floor, wedges himself among a couple dozen legs and puts the man in a wrestling hold, grabbing him at the knees. That destabilizes him, and others now quickly push him down the aisle and out the side door of the theater. Franken gets up, looking dazed; his glasses are snapped in two. He's quickly swarmed by confused but excited reporters who want to know, like, what was he doing?
An hour later, over lunch with friends, Franken was beginning to regret his lunge. Such a veteran of political spin ought to have known better. 'That was dumb,' he said in a voice close to that of his S.N.L. character Stuart Smalley. 'That was, like, really dumb.' He called his wife, and in a hangdog tone explained what he'd done; she told him his behavior was 'inappropriate.' Minutes later his cellphone started ringing -- CBS, The Daily News. Over the next several days the story would mutate as it percolated through the ether. Franken became obsessed with correcting a report in The New York Post (whose owner, Rupert Murdoch, he has characterized as 'evil') that he had 'body-slammed' the heckler; he wrote a letter to the editor, which only made the matter worse. Meanwhile, the story was picked up and embellished by right-wing media outlets and blogs and in The Post's own letters column: 'Stone Cold Al Franken. . . .' 'Al Franken is a big, fat idiot. . . .' 'Franken is a disturbed man. . . .' 'Maybe he's in the wrong profession. Clowns perform their stunts in the circus.' Stories of the lunge appeared as far away as Japan.
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