Monday, December 4, 2006

Talking Heads

What do you do when you finally get your ass out of bed? Eat Breakfast? Shit and Shower? Give it a tug? I tune into the local hacks on the radio. I have an fascination with sports-talk radio. I actually prefer the radio over the television. I’ll listen from the time I wake up until the second I fall asleep. I’ll listen to the local clowns (TGOR on http://www.team1200.com/) until about 10 – these guys are sometimes witty, never have good guests, and have basically mailed it in. They produce the exact show every week, Monday through Friday. They talk about the Ottawa Senators; they read e-mails and from time to time add a little pop culture. I realize it’s easier to be a critic, but I think I could produce a better show from my anus. For starters, you need to add a few more ‘experts’ to your guest panel. Pierre McGuire is fine, but give me more than one bald ex- coach as your ‘insider’. Although Pete knows his stuff and I respect his 02, he is the only fucker they have on the show. The rest of the time they spew out the same shit hour after hour.





- This guy (Buzz) keeps me up to date every morning in the world of sports - WHAT THE FUCK is wrong here?

These losers have me until ‘The Herd’ with Colin Cowherd fires up on ESPN radio. Colin put’s together a great show. I LOVE his daily football fix, and spanning the globe is the most original idea in sports-talk radio in awhile. Why others don’t do it more often, who the fuck knows? What a noble concept, talk to the hacks who are ACTUALLY COVERING THE FUCKING MARKET! It’s one thing to have an opinion, but another to talk to somebody who has working knowledge of the actual events. Cowherd is smart enough to realize this. His voice does sound like a 9 year old school girl, and he licks the nuts of any athlete he every gets on his show, but for the most part – I can stand him until noon – when the ‘King of Smack’ Jim Rome comes through on my $6.99 portable radio. Yes, I am poor.




- 'This is how I roll BIOTCH!'

I won’t go as far as to say I am a ‘clone’, but I get a kick out of this fucker. His ‘takes’ are usually on par with what I think (makes him a good guy), his interview’s are hands down, tops in the business and the callers are hilarious. Jim manages to put together three solid hours of humor, sports and interviews.

If Jim Rome begins to ‘suck’, I quickly crack open the laptop and get a little Dan Patrick Show action. Patrick is easy to listen to, has a plethora of different athletes and topics, but him and Keith Olbermann are quite possibly the two biggest bum buddies on the air today. They continuously slobber over each other for the duration of the‘Big Show’. And what the fuck is that, ‘The Big Show’? Does that mean the rest of the show is small? Does it imply that DP can’t have a ‘big show’ by himself? Regardless, Danny Boy knows his shit, athletes seem to like him – but he seems to be the typical older dude, trying to be ‘hip’ and ‘cool’ for the younger demographic.

- Best 'paint' job ever....


I am usually cramming for school anytime after supper, until I go to bed – and only listen sparingly to Chris Myers on Fox Sports Radio, Erik Kuselias on ESPN and Arnie Spanier on Sporting News Radio. JT The Brick after 10 if I decide to be an even bigger loser and stay in all night (which is usually the case)

The biggest tool in Sports Radio today is Jorge Sedano! Sedano hosts ‘The Third Shift on Fox’ from 2AM-6AM. It probably makes me and even bigger zero’ for listening to this ass clown, but I have a bad case of insomnia – he’s my medication. Where do I even start:

* His nick name is "The Dean" of late night Sports Talk. Give me a mother fucking break!
* His voice is irritating, and his fluctuations are litterly painful to the eardrum. Then he’ll decide to talk really fast and you have no flipping clue what he is saying. I get the fact it’s 2AM, and you need to be ‘upbeat’, but JE-SUS! I want to attack him whenever he talks.
* ‘This is the THIRRRRRRD SHIFT on FOXXXX SPORTS RADIO, Sedanoinwithyouwiththecrew'.
* ‘MARCEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL HALL’
* Yakyakyakyakiamatalkingheadyakyakyak


Those sound effects! The producer of this atrocity just drops them in whenever he feels like it. The family feud bell, Bob Barker; that ‘punch’ SFX. They don’t add to the show, they aren’t funny, so why do you continue using it.

Karen Kaye is a piece of work. If you listen, she has no real opinion on anything and will agree with whatever ‘Ass Clown’ says, or when the listeners are really lucky, she’ll repeat the EXACT same thing JS says, and call it her own opinion. She must have nailed a few big wigs to get where she is. She knows NOTHING about sports. At least that’s the way it comes across on-air.

Sedona’s crew laughs at all of his jokes. I am not psychologist, but this is what we call classical conditioning. They are encouraging the stupidly that spews from this fuckers mouth. He is not funny.

I have never heard an interview on his show, ever! 2AM, granted – but pull a few strings…do something. You must know a few fellas working with the Miami Heat…. Stop bringing me the exact same show every night.

I realize I sound like a ‘hater’, or that I have been enjoying a steady diet of ‘hateroade’ as my little bro likes to say. The bottom line is this, I need to get a life and stop worrying about Sports Talk Radio – I agree.

But...

I do feel better for having vented about Sedano. This blog thing may be the trick for the high level of stress we students get during exam time. Is it Friday yet??

That is all.

-M

On Tap for tomorrow, no idea - suggestions, comments, brutally honest critism! I love it all!



"Boom"

What would life be like if John Madden color-commentated your life? And yes, I just got back from the new Will Ferrell movie ‘Stranger than Fiction’. I walked out of the movie and specifically remember saying ‘meh, aight’. This lead to the conversation on the ride home...Who would you wants commentating your life? The chicks mostly said Oprah, a few of the fellas mentioned Chris Rock, our token black friend wanted Michael Richards. I think he was being sarcastic.

I said John Madden should by the voice in everybody’s head. He should be the guy commenting on your morning routine, your afternoon workout even your infrequent sex with your girlfriend. (just me eh?)

It would need to be mandatory that John need to use the telestator thou.





‘Ya see on this play, L-Money is HERE… looks great here on this play…he’s got Suzy. K.. HERE…..he’ blitzed down the middle, no where to go but ….to bed…and then BAM….SACKED right there…right there in that bed….just nailed her …like….’BOOM!’ just like that.’


I think Johnny Mad giving his perspective in the gym would be clutch!

"Look at this guy work…right here…right there…..right now…look….i mean gosh darnit…he’s got more muscles than a turduckin on Thanksgiving…huhuhuhuh…….i don’t even know what that means…but just look at him…this guy reminds me a lot of Brett Favre…I mean Brett Favre is a one a kind kinda guy…he’s lights out…just like BOOM,…but this guy…this guy right here…I mean like…wow…look at him work…hes just like working. Brett Favre does that a lot too…he’s just a workhorse.


This really isn’t working out the way I wished it would…for 2 reasons

1) I’m not funny
2) You really need to hear Johnny M to appreciate his ‘awesomeness’

In the words of Ryan Seacrest, L-Money Out.

(I should be shot for quoting Seacrest, and I apologize for that reference)

Why sports talk radio is my mistress, tomorrow.

That is all.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

first time - long time

I have always wanted to start one of these bad boys, so after several brew dogs (9 Coors lite to be exact), a batch up chicken wings, and a wonderful day of football spent on the couch. Here I am...lets go!

Sundays are amazing. Sunday's when you roll out of bed, only to throw yourself on the couch for 12 hours are orgasmic. Today was orgasmic. I love any day when the only effort required is hitting the toilet bowl and not burning the nachos. Alas, that was today; I spent hours with the remote control flicking back and fourth, to and from Fox, ESPN and CBS, eating food where the sodium count rivals the amount of times I want to smack Chris Berman during the course of the pre-game. For those of you scoring at home - 1, 209, 455 times. I doubled up for each time he uttered the sound 'whoooop'. What an ass! Does he think that its funny? Do people enjoy it? Do the production crew at ESPN say, 'Chris...we need a few more 'whoooop's today during the hi-lite clips, go get'er done'? Regardless, it's not as bad as the ebonics that spit out of Michael Irvin's mouth.

Michael Irvin: 'Well my brotha, it be' goes a lil sometin like dis wit da boys in da hood when we'd be trippin on d'em fields'.'...









WTF??? Obviously not an actual quote, but it's fun trying to talk like Michael Irvin. After six or 7 beers, my living room sounded like a ghetto from South Central L.A. Just take out the 'boyz' and replace them with 4 dorky white dudes drinking 'lite' beers. Goodtimes...

I need your guy's opinion on this. While we we're watching football and talking in ebonics, the topic of sideline reporters came up. I'm sure you are your homies have discussed which sideline reporter would you nail? and wouldnt she make the coolest g/f? I'd give Suzy Kobler the HBI (hot beef injection) in a second. I went to say i'd even give Michelle Tafoya a run between the sheets. My friends then left. Even with her horse face, jacked up smile and busted teeth - i bet she'd score you some good tickets. Wouldnt this be reason enough? I think so...













(I totally would, would you?)





(FREE TIX BABY)

There have been Sunday's when I am on the couch, either S.Kobler or M.Tafoya have come on the screen, and I have sported wood! I swear, any chick who can talk sports and score at least a 6 on the 'would you?' scale...im in!

My friend (M.D.) once told me about a time he had a rough Saturday night, struck out wit da ladies, and ended up coming home after his last penny. Already mad he wasn't getting laid, he was even more pissed he missed the final few minutes of whatever porn cimemax was playing (litterely credit's rolling once he turned on the TV) so he decided to go to bed. He said he woke up the following Sunday so geared to go, he rubbed one out to Leslie Visser.....wait for it.....yes, that Leslie Visser. That shit ain't right man. Jill Arrington...yes...Pam Oliver....maybe....Bonnie B....twice. but Leslie Visser, ca'MON! My friend's main arguement: 'you fucker, she's in the PRO FOOTBALL HALL OF FAME, I'd nail a HALL OF FREAKING FAMER' I think was his exact quote.

The 'Viss'.





This leads me to the inevitable question of 'would you'?



Leslie Visser or Michelle Tafoya?



Settle the score for me and my 'boi' M.D.





If I we're a real journalist, or had more time and even the essential skills, id break a few games down as I saw it, run a little more junk on the on-air 'talent', but I will leave with with these last parting shots....




  • I hated that Sterling Sharpe kept calling Vince Young "VY".





  • Joe Buck calls one of the best games in sports today.





  • Field Goal kicker's need to work on their celebration.





  • Bill Parcells has bigger boobs than my Aunt Shelia. And she has a big rack.





  • The new Budweiser commercials are hilarious: 'How bout DEM COWBOYS' makes me laugh every time.





  • Im still kind of drunk after 9 'lite' beers....I feel like a pansy.



Cheers to you not catching a case of 'the Monday's'...



Tomorrow's edition of the wanna-be sports hack? Why John Madden should commentate your life.



That is all.



-Mat