Erich “Mancow” Muller reveals his conventional side on his wedding anniversary
By ERICK “MANCOW” MULLER February 13, 2013 8:15AM
Sandy and Erich Muller at their wedding.
Updated: February 13, 2013 10:00AM
I got engaged on Valentine’s Day 2002 and married on Valentine’s Day 2003. Admittedly, it’s a cheesy day to do either of those things. But I chose the day so I’d never forget my anniversary, and so far it’s worked.
It’s been 10 years since our wedding day. What can I say about marriage? Sometimes great. Sometimes awful. Mostly it’s just us: Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue”-dizzying heights, plus moments of chaos, with a constant undercurrent of real beauty. When I’ve performed at live shows, I’ve asked crowds how long they’ve been married. I used to be perplexed by the louder applause based on longer marriages. Now? By applause? Standing ovation! Someone married 25 years is a miracle.
My brothers, father, friends (and the world in general) didn’t prepare me for marriage. Shouldn’t there be a class? A talk? I remember after our first argument, she just sat there on the couch next to me.
“Oh, right,” I thought to myself. “She lives here! We’re married. She stays.”
Such an odd feeling for a celebrated rugged individual like me.
What of my actual wedding? William (Capt. Kirk) Shatner stood up. The Kinks jammed. Al (Grandpa Munster) Lewis grabbed my wife’s cheek right after we said our “I dos,” causing her to scream. A 50-member choir belted out gospel tunes. A German Ooom-pah band played polkas. And our security guards were “Star Wars” Stormtroopers. Chicago media covered the wedding as if we were Prince William and Kate. It was a formal affair and we filled South Michigan Avenue’s Hilton Chicago Grand Ballroom with inflatable jumpies (aka moon walks), and every tuxedoed man and begowned woman bounced into the wee hours. What a party!
The wedding was a great kickoff to our marriage. It set the tone: Happiness is all choice. People are miserable because they choose to be that way. As for me and my family, we choose happiness. From my condo’s balcony, I can still see the angels atop St. Mary of the Angels church where we got married, and it’s a constant reminder that they’ve been watching over my little family. The years have been so joy-filled.
I consider my role as a father to be the most important thing in my life. What I do today will echo through hundreds of years in my bloodline. It’s called a legacy, and it matters. No crowd of cheering strangers can ever match the hugs from my twin daughters when they arrive home from school screaming, “Daddy!” My chest expands with love and my soul grows. In our chaotic world — and through the ups and downs of a broadcast career — it’s important to always remember: Love wins! Really. There is no more powerful force in the universe.
Erich “Mancow” Muller donated his fee for writing this column to WingMadness, which benefits The Starlight Children’s Foundation Midwest.
Watch him daily from 6 to 8 a.m. on “Mancow” on WPWR, My 50 Chicago.