Time was, one of the great pleasures of going to Argos games was the chance to hang out with the players afterward. Within an hour of the game ending, win or lose, they'd file into Joe Badali's and mingle with a common folk. This was where one of us had the first of many memorable encounters with our man Clifford Ivory - the one where he spotted us in the washroom wearing his jersey, and made us wait so he could wash up before shaking hands.

Sadly, nothing is safe from Frank D'Angelo - the kind of guy who launches products just so he can hang around commercial sets with retired hockey players and, inexplicably, with Ben Johnson.

Presumably, our man Frank got tired of having his guest stars back away in horror as soon as the camera was turned off. So, before last season, he hatched a brilliant plan: Pay the Argos to move their post-game party to his embarrassingly named King Street bar, Forget About It Supper Club. In other words, he bought some new athlete friends - ones he'd get to hang out with nine times a year, in return for some free food and drink. And as an added bonus, he'd gain a captive audience for his godawful band.

What happened next was fairly predictable. Rather than sharing his newly purchased friends, Frank set up a VIP section where their mingling would be restricted solely to him and his buddies. We're told that those fans who tried to crash Frank's private party were chased away by his thugs - a sneak preview of their being chased from the entire club, which is what happened once the players had vacated.

Shockingly, the players didn't consider exclusive time with Frank to be that much of a treat. To their eternal discredit, they also failed to appreciate his spontaneous transitions from host to lounge singer, which - we shit you not - included his trademark rendition of O Canada. So by about the third week of the '05 season, they just stopped going.

A contingent of Argos staffers, who are either the world's most devoted employees or its most devoted masochists, continued to turn up to pay Frank their respects. But even those who hadn't already been scared off by D'Angelo have apparently now stopped going, courtesy of some sort of gun-waving incident outside Forget About It following this year's season opener.

For the record, it was not D'Angelo waving the gun, nor even one of his patrons. But we love the idea of him striding into Badali's, where some of the Argos have apparently started going again, and marching them back to Forget About It at gunpoint. (In fact, we love it so much that Boatmenblog friend and photoshopper extraordinaire Propane Pete has given us an idea of what it might look like, below.) By this point, that's  pretty much the only way anyone's going to Frank's party...and based on what we've heard, many of them would rather take a bullet than suffer through his lounge act again.