Sci-Fi Channel’s ‘Masters of Fantasy’ is the perfect revenge for BradburyBy Joanne WeintraubSCRiPPS HOWARD NEWS SERVICE_“Masters of Fantasy: Ray Bradbury starts with a bang.The 75-year-old writer.eccentrically dressed up in tennis shorts, windbreaker, white shirt and dark tie, tells an unseen interviewera tale of revenge — a true one, he swears. Back in the early ’50s, when Bradbury would hold forth on the future of space travel, acquaintances mockingly greeted him with “Hey. Buck Rogers!” or Hey, Flash Gordon!” Bradbury', a sensitive sort, took umbrage. He also took downthe doubters’ telephone numbers, he savs, for no other reason than to be able to call each of them when his predictions came true, crow an expletive into the phone and hang up.Which he did on the night of the moon landing.“Comeuppance time,” Bradbury says, looking vastly pleased withhimself.Well, why shouldn’t he be pleased? The self-described mama's boy from Waukegan, 111., grew into the man who almost singlehandedly made science fiction respectable,knocking a hole in the fence that once separated tall tales from capital-L Literature.Written and directed by Robert Duncan, this new entry in the Sci-Fi Channel’s writers series is on a higher plane than the so-so bios AE and Lifetime chum out.