Halloween Costume Ideas from RomoBall

Lou Brown. Proud of your imitation of Major League skipper Lou Brown? Bust it out this Halloween and tip your cap to one of the great sports characters of all time. Required: Cleveland Indians jersey and (adjustable) cap, baseball pants and cleats, thick wig and mustache. Fat suit is optional depending upon your carriage/budget, but some sort of stuffing inside the jersey should do it.

Norman Dale. Dark pants, some shade of tan or khaki-colored shirt, brown leather jacket, and keep that necktie short. Throw a whistle around your neck, grab a black folder (folded vertically) and you're in like an Ollie freethrow. Barking about "four passes" all night is optional. For the supremely tall, try and find a red basketball jersey and a gold pair of gym shorts, grease up your hair, grab a basketball and walk out the door as Jimmy Chitwood.

Sue Sudio. For the 80s chica. Throw on your most comfortable jeans, then grab a bowling shirt. Maybe you can get one with the name "Sue" on the front, but if not, making a nametag shouldn't be that hard. Use masking tape or a better method to spell "Sudio" on the back. Say the word.

Walter Sobchak. Imagine a tan vest with unlimited pockets over a black t-shirt, big tinted sunglasses and shorts (for comfort). Grow out or draw on the beard and let the fun begin. The possibilities are endless, so don't lug around a bowling ball or dog carrier (unless you have a showdog). Maybe you can find one of those Halloweeny severed fingers, paint the nail green and cut it so it looks more like a toe, then put it in a jewelry box and store it in any one of your pockets. Firearms (real or fake) are not recommended.

Rudy. For the diminutive Hallo-weiner. Grab a Notre Dame jacket, throw on a pair of jeans and go as Daniel E. "Rudy" Ruettiger. And make sure to complain a lot. You never got any respect from your brothers, you watched your best friend Pete die in a tragic accident, your older brother Johnny stole your girl, you're working for minimum wage, sleeping four hours a night in a dungeon and getting your head kicked in by the Fighting Irish starters. It's amazing you didn't just snap when Ara Parseghian quit, but hang in there. Your moment of redemption is nigh.

Al Czervik. Great golfer. Pure and simple. Make it Christmas in October with red pants, a green shirt, white cap, shoes and belt. If you're more of a villain, and if you can find that hat, grab the pink polo, white pants and your putter and you're g-g-g-g-oing to be a hit. Just hang onto the putter.

Lucas. Know someone who's already going as Rudy? Take it one step further. Throw it back to the 80s with a late-great Corey Haim tribute. Required: moderate height, slight build, generic red football jersey, pants, cleats and glasses. Helmet optional, but oversized shoulderpads and a redhaired date would cinch it.

Howard Cosell. Tell it like it is all night. Get a mustard-yellow blazer, a bad wig, sharpen your wit, and bring the Rock Band mic for full effect. For guys a bit bigger that dig the ABC Sports angle, go as Keith Jackson and when someone takes a shot yell, "Touchdoooown Alabama!"