Someone please enlighten me as to whom little ricky cantu is other than some neverwas wannabe trying to catch on with some fishwrap, without being smart enough to realize that there are no fishwraps left worth writing for. The guy is obviously classless piece of ****, who should thank The Good Lord that it is Bob Brewer's son and not mine, because little ricky and I would have a really serious conversation over lunch at El Patio, after which I would pay the bill, hug the members of the Joseph family that are there, and leave the quivering sack of jello trying to discover if he could walk without a backbone.