I'm pretty sure you mean Leslie Arnst

It’s no secret to viewers of LOST, that the show and the writers became Lost years ago and had to resort to a series of idiot scenes: kill off characters, bring them back, make them other than the audience is accustomed to, anything to keep the Pastrami and egg salad flowing. The following takes place maybe in the future, maybe in the past, maybe in the present, or maybe it doesn’t exist at all:
Lost is now like watching a Yankee Game and the batter in the on deck circle is not ARod, but none other than Babe Ruth. A close shot of his back, then his smiling face as the episode ends, naturally everyone has to tune in next week to see if The Babe hits one out of the park, or in this case, off the Island.

Beverly Hills Deli
The Writers of Lost, the TV Show are at a back table filled with Deli sandwiches, bowls of pickles, etc.
All week there is speculation that the closing pitcher for the Bombers will be George Clooney, or maybe some actor who hasn’t been working in years will make his comeback on the mound.
Mario Rivera isn’t available because he’s in a Flashback as a futuristic terrorist, planning to lay waste to Yankee Stadium. He reports to an ominous figure, played by Jack Nickelson, who won’t be be seen until the very last episode, which might be five years from now.
“Pass me the pickles.” cries the head writer. “I’ve got a great idea. A perfect way to wrap up this mess. “The Island is a floating Yankee Stadium, this way we can get all the baseball viewers.”
“Brilliant!” cries a junior writer, passing a bowl of pickles to his mentor.
“Yankee Stadium should land in Vegas, then we can spend the winer there, hell, it’s warmer than L.A.”
“Genius! You should be promoted. Listen, Drew Brees is the opposing pitcher who’s facing Tiger Woods, who’s straight out of the Haagan Daz Addiction Center in Indiana. He is withdrawing terribly from 28 days without Cherry Jubilee and is shaking at home plate. Brees knows this and sends one inside to knock him off is feet.”
“Great!” shouts the intern and get this, “Jacob has won the Power Ball, so there’s this underlying scenario, they are all after his money!”
“Excellent! Cut me off some of your Turkey Sandwich, no mayo.”
“Hey, how many more of these stupid shows do we have to do to get residuals?” asks the Intern.
“We’ll stretch it out, six, seven years, that will give us enough in case we don’t get another series.”
“Let’s kill Jack next week, then bring him back as a woman, maybe a pole dancer who’s in love with Sawyer.”
“We already killed Sawyer!”
“We’re going to bring him back as the Polar Bear. Jack is addicted to fur.”
The show’s producers come in, very hungry.
“I got it! Let’s film the finale in Biblical Times, I want to see Kate’s bare feet in sandals.”
“She does have beautiful feet.” submits the Intern.
“Order me a Celery Soda and a Bagel with Smear.”
The other Producer is even more excited. ” Hey, I’ve been thinking, remember Arthur Ashe, well, he has to be brought in as a former Harlem Drug Dealer, and get this, Angelina Jolie is his daughter who’s trying to find her long, lost father. What do you think, huh, huh, brilliant or what?
“Fabulous, you’re paying for lunch!”
“Why don’t we make him a black priest from New Orleans. Then we can sneak in John Travolta as a Voodoo Witch Doctor?”
“Fabulous. Let’s do that for next month. You know, the public is pretty stupid, why don’t we just end it in Purgatory, which is really a new stadium being built. Everyone is awaiting Heaven or Hell! What the Hell. Besides, I got a great idea for a new series, the working title is, IIDIOTS! I thought we could shoot it Lake Como, I’ve always like Italy…..”
“Brilliant, you’re so brilliant.”
“I know, hey, anyone want coffee?”

that man was Leslie Arzt