Rick Gilmore is not a sports-talk host, which alone makes him a breath of fresh airwave. But who couldn't love a guy who ate a grenade for all of Cleveland when he replaced Morton Downey Jr. on WTAM? That was after Gilmore's spat with the FCC over reciting Allen Ginsberg poetry on the air. And after he hosted a talk show devoted to beer. The onetime used-car salesman is all cigarettes and smirks, a shifty scoundrel who makes you happy that he's on your radio and not actually in the room. But the guy's got talent -- as well as an insufferably lame late-night time slot, which gets even worse if the Indians play extra innings. Gilly's been the little one at The Big One for six years now, and he deserves better.