CBF Morning Run: Yawning through Beethoven's only opera, singing Opera Columbus' praises, walking on stilts and wearing lederhosen, touring the Wasserstrom HQ, remembering Dylan's first and sipping an artistic IPA

My loathing of musicals likely goes back to the first grade, when our teacher, Mrs. Sutton, forced us 6- and 7-year-olds to listen to the Broadway soundtrack of Hello, Dolly every day during afternoon nap time. Every day. To this day, musicals give me the shivers.