Jerry Springer’s death is, on a personal level, a real one-two gut-punch. Jerry died Thursday at the too-young age of 79, just as he was settling into a life of happy semi-retirement, more interested in talking about his grandson Richard — a talented baseball player and the light of Jerry’s life — than anything to do with television or his nearly 30-year run as the bemused host of “The Jerry Springer Show.” That’s who Jerry was — the British-born son of Holocaust survivors and a mensch who never took his on-camera persona very seriously. If he did, I would have...