Meet Herb Deshaies, father of Astros' announcer Jim Deshaies. Sideline reporter chicks everywhere, beware. While you're chasing down leads and practicing your non-regional dialects, creepy, drunken old men are working around the clock to figure out ways to get you to kiss them. And they're perfecting the art. Joe Namath telegraphs his punch and Suzy Kolber blocks it. So ol' Herb just leans in and sucker-kisses this chick. The evolution continues. Now they're even dressing like harmless old kooks to camoflage themselves and keep their prey off guard before they attack. Heidi Watney, if you see me in a red plaid shirt at Fenway this year, consider yourself warned.