Renee Gork, an Arkansas radio sports reporter was fired a couple of weeks ago. Was it because she wore a Florida Gators cap to the Razorbacks press conference? She seems to think so, though her former boss and the University of Arkansas deny it. They can't deny coach Bobby Petrino was less than pleased. Apparently even after she was asked to leave, Gork also wore the cap to an interview. Double jeopardy got drop kicked through the goal posts along with the freedom to express one's self in a public forum. Which we now know, a college football presser most certainly is not. The boys expressed their right to pile on. A girl. Wonder how many two-a-days it took to get that play down.
Hey - I get it. But seriously, what year is this 1910? how insecure are these people if a reporter isn't wearing your colors or kissing your fat white ass, she's divisive? Your whole sports program is so fragile it will crash down because somebody doesn't dress the way you tell them? Did they think she was there to steal their double secret game plan. She sure was dumb then - that FLA cap didn't get past those geniuses. One more reason I hate "coach" and everything they don't stand for in life. They ain't there to espouse equal rights and a light heart. No sir. They are there to win football games.
If there's one thing I hate more than a room full of guys, it's a room full of guys and one chick. Like a bachelor party. Or a strip club - sure typically more than one guy (I think so, anyway...), but to be with a predominantly male crowd there? not me. Feels like a herd feed. I rather go see a guy strip in front of a female audience. I can imagine myself being that guy. In the reverse, I'm all ready that guy, and I'm just another bottom feeder.
That's why I loathe those GQ/Esquire fashion ads, the ones with 5 men and one woman. Sweet odds. If you're gay. Either way, I don't like gang bangs for any reason you might imagine. Ganging up on one person for whatever reason is bullshit. Unless the person is Jeffery Dahmer or Adolf Hitler. Or Glenn Beck. Except Petrino probably likes Beck, though his type are usually really insular and if he's not on ESPN, he has no idea who Beck is ( shocking, I know!). Since when do only reporters who are also fans attend press conferences. If that is the case here in 2010 all I can say is - yikes! Isn't that what your Public Relations people are supposed to get paid to do?
The popularity of sports networks & sports talk radio has opened the door to more hosts flaunting their fandom. It's not something I think is totally off base on a talk show. Opinions and editorializing are the foundation of generating audience response, so again, I grasp the concept. But a reporter is still ostensibly an objective journalist, even if the station for which she works is the flagship for the U. of AR - read - local yokel hillbilly assholes.
Razorback supporters probably all think Gork is a dumb bitch and deserved to get the boot. The radio station claims she was using Twitter against station policy. Yeah yeah, don't want that woman having her own opinion in public or say, tell the truth? Fire her ass, by all means. She won't play ball nice with the boys and she wore the wrong cap. BTW she says, she just grabbed the wrong cap on her way out her door and oops. . ..
One more reason big time college sports should be just for the students. I'm sure they'd never wear an opposing team's stuff on campus. They might get tarred and feathered or dragged behind a truck, just some of those good ol' boy shenanigans. Nothing to make a fuss over. If this were Nazi Germany or Saddam's Iraq, it would just be another day at work. Toto, I've a feeling we're still not in the 21st Century.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
We Three Kings...
Up in Heaven, I wonder if it gets confusing. Especially for white people from the US South. Jesus is the King. Elvis is the King. Is there a special Graceland section for people who worship King Elvis more? Worst part is, I'll probably never know. Also - does El wear his TCB sunglasses in Heaven?
One thing is for sure, if I were King of Everything, I'd have some new, immutable, unbreakable laws. Some stuff in life is just wrong. Somebody fucked up and they are not taking calls on it. Somebody is a huge asshole. I don't want to be any worse than I am all ready, so no more waiting. Here's how I'd make life much sweeter -
1. No more physical cruelty, torture, rape or reality shows. Involving any species. If you even think of it twice in the same lifetime, you get dead.
2. Want children? First, you need to pass the innate/intuitive test. Every year for four years. Like high school. If you graduate, you apply to a special parenting college. Four more years, this time with books. No study? no pass? no kids. NO adding to the gene pool or car pool. Only smarties need apply.
3. Once a human reaches puberty, you get special sex education. Special sex classes. Special sex camps. You know you want it. There are more ways to get it on than baby sex. Learn how, have fun. Major design flaw #1 addressed.
4. Second major design flaw: Menses are part of the biological process. OK. But no more cramps. Not fair, not cool. No more PMS. More smiles. End of story.
5. No war. No guns, knives, bows arrows, pea shooters, slingshots (sorry David) etc. No boxing (creepy) or MMA (extra creepy). And noooooooo wrestling. You know why and you know it. You wanna fight? Hitch a ride to Mars. See New & Improved Universal Law #1.
6. All food that tastes good is good for you. Food that tastes like dirt, mainly because it is dirt, is bad. Only green food allowed is Lime jello & JellyBabies watermelon. If I can get kiwis with no hair - them too. Anything else green - goes in the big green dumpsters. You heard me.
7. College sports will only be allowed for college students and their families. No coaches over age 29. If you're so good - get a job in the NFL, CFL, UFL, AFL and your fucking back yard.
8. No Vegas or Reno. You want to gamble sporty - go to Monte Carlo. Can't get there? Tough. Learn to play Mah Jong. Native Americans get the 7 middle states to act native in, no casinos chief. Have your own country. See how you like it.
9. No slavery, retroactively. Not all slaves were black by the way. If you went to school and learned to read you'd know. Now you don't need to. My family has a better life here than in the old country. Yours does too.
10. Coming up with this shit is harder than I thought. I need a part 2. First, I need a siesta. Hey! siestas for everybody. Every day. Every where.
To Be Continued.
One thing is for sure, if I were King of Everything, I'd have some new, immutable, unbreakable laws. Some stuff in life is just wrong. Somebody fucked up and they are not taking calls on it. Somebody is a huge asshole. I don't want to be any worse than I am all ready, so no more waiting. Here's how I'd make life much sweeter -
The New & Improved Universal Laws
1. No more physical cruelty, torture, rape or reality shows. Involving any species. If you even think of it twice in the same lifetime, you get dead.
2. Want children? First, you need to pass the innate/intuitive test. Every year for four years. Like high school. If you graduate, you apply to a special parenting college. Four more years, this time with books. No study? no pass? no kids. NO adding to the gene pool or car pool. Only smarties need apply.
3. Once a human reaches puberty, you get special sex education. Special sex classes. Special sex camps. You know you want it. There are more ways to get it on than baby sex. Learn how, have fun. Major design flaw #1 addressed.
4. Second major design flaw: Menses are part of the biological process. OK. But no more cramps. Not fair, not cool. No more PMS. More smiles. End of story.
5. No war. No guns, knives, bows arrows, pea shooters, slingshots (sorry David) etc. No boxing (creepy) or MMA (extra creepy). And noooooooo wrestling. You know why and you know it. You wanna fight? Hitch a ride to Mars. See New & Improved Universal Law #1.
6. All food that tastes good is good for you. Food that tastes like dirt, mainly because it is dirt, is bad. Only green food allowed is Lime jello & JellyBabies watermelon. If I can get kiwis with no hair - them too. Anything else green - goes in the big green dumpsters. You heard me.
7. College sports will only be allowed for college students and their families. No coaches over age 29. If you're so good - get a job in the NFL, CFL, UFL, AFL and your fucking back yard.
8. No Vegas or Reno. You want to gamble sporty - go to Monte Carlo. Can't get there? Tough. Learn to play Mah Jong. Native Americans get the 7 middle states to act native in, no casinos chief. Have your own country. See how you like it.
9. No slavery, retroactively. Not all slaves were black by the way. If you went to school and learned to read you'd know. Now you don't need to. My family has a better life here than in the old country. Yours does too.
10. Coming up with this shit is harder than I thought. I need a part 2. First, I need a siesta. Hey! siestas for everybody. Every day. Every where.
To Be Continued.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Glenn Beck Did Not Invent Fire
Talk radio hosts - are predominantly Conservative. This, because the majority of listeners are fat white guys who are still fighting the U.S. Civil War. Literally. OK, they're not all fat, some of those rednecks have the skinny gene.
The way talk radio works is, they cycle through hot button topics meant to generate phone calls. Abortion, religion, guns, porn, Lindsay Lohan. You know the list. It's the equivalent of yelling fire in a crowded theater. The intent is to create rabid response, get ratings and have erectile dysfunction pills sponsor it all. All you really need to know about their motivation is, a big time Liberal monologist, Dennis Miller went over to the Dark Side, or the political Right wing a few years ago, to get a gig. I'm not doubting a person can change political views as they age and have stock portfolios instead of backpacks. Or when they realize Liberals make it in the arts, not in a radio talk format. Just ask the entire defunct Air America staff.
In the last twenty-five years, Rush Limbaugh was the undisputed leader of the fat pack. He became a multi-millionaire off white fear and loathing. He also abused drugs and got married a few times. Following in the foot steps of the Grand daddy of talk radio(he did overnights, you could look it up) - Larry King. King of zero show prep. A guy who made it onto cable TV. Out of sheer good looks I suppose. It sure wasn't his interviewing skills.
Limbaugh's success spawned, well, a lot of spawn. One who has crawled out of the oxygenated ooze is a certain Glenn Beck. His background is so filled with dysfunction mixed with Christian dogma, it would make Torquemada green with envy. Beck was weaned on whiskey, the Jesuits and the Book of Mormon. If he's a mad man, he comes by it direct from God. Well, somebody's view of a god. There is nothing like a reformed wacko gone straight to whip John Q. Public into foaming at the mouthpiece.
I tried to listen to Beck in the early part of the first decade here in the 21st Century. This happened when I was driving the 40 minutes to my girl friend's (at the time) house. The last five miles were unpaved rut filled back roads, so I needed to go slowly, if I didn't want to buy a new car every week. Hoping to fill time, I cruised the dial and found Beck. After about 10 minutes, I was screaming at the dashboard. There's something to be said for those desolate areas - nobody hears you. Over the gun fire. They like to deer jack out there. White makes right.
I can't recall what Beck was spewing back in Fall 2003. I do know what he's been up to these days. Most recently he labeled Charles Darwin - "The Father of Modern Racism." Now that's entertainment. When it comes to Creationism v. Intelligent Design; God or Evolution, it all looks the same if one has any ability to see when you do look. If you don't think the universe we live in creates, you're an idiot. If you think it was one dude who created the universe or one big bang, that's apples and apples to me. Why on Earth(!) does it matter? See what I did there? probably not. Keep reading. You will.
Unless it's news Danica Patrick clocked another driver; or even better, is in a new Playboy pictorial, I don't want to hear this race bullshit. People need an excuse to hate. Skin color is a red herring. End of story. The human race in toto, is the true problem. We are mostly genetically altered apes, whether we evolved or were made that way. In a lab or a cloud, or the febrile imagination of an eons ago 12 year old doing a science project on a Sunday night. Darwin thought he found evidence of change in the origin(s) of species. He was opposed by church zealots, competing with another anthropologist with a similar theory (though not publishing the massive depth of Darwin's research), conflict with his wife over his work, and the loss of a beloved child. Under those conditions, I respect Charles Darwin for getting it done at all. Right or wrong - or maybe just part of the story.
Will Glenn Beck make the point that while he objects to being considered descended from apes, some others so obviously are? Not being a Darwinian scholar, I can't state with 100% accuracy Darwin wasn't racist. As far as I'm aware, it was Natural Selection, not Natural Selectivism. I do agree Beck is not related to an ape. A gape more like it. I would enjoy knowing if he even comes close to saying "...but, some of my best friends are monkeys. . .."
I won't invest time in what Mr. Beck really means with his appellation. Sincere or not, he's in it for the money and attention. Maybe his own past and drug use is flashing back, causing him to push boundaries at the height of his celebrity. Being the first to do or say something in this era, is really saying something. Wouldn't faze me to learn he ran scenarios through a computer program "Shock Topics," maybe. He's still yelling fire to me. A good hosing might help. Rinse and repeat. I'm gonna go have me a banana. Yeah, a banana split!
The way talk radio works is, they cycle through hot button topics meant to generate phone calls. Abortion, religion, guns, porn, Lindsay Lohan. You know the list. It's the equivalent of yelling fire in a crowded theater. The intent is to create rabid response, get ratings and have erectile dysfunction pills sponsor it all. All you really need to know about their motivation is, a big time Liberal monologist, Dennis Miller went over to the Dark Side, or the political Right wing a few years ago, to get a gig. I'm not doubting a person can change political views as they age and have stock portfolios instead of backpacks. Or when they realize Liberals make it in the arts, not in a radio talk format. Just ask the entire defunct Air America staff.
In the last twenty-five years, Rush Limbaugh was the undisputed leader of the fat pack. He became a multi-millionaire off white fear and loathing. He also abused drugs and got married a few times. Following in the foot steps of the Grand daddy of talk radio(he did overnights, you could look it up) - Larry King. King of zero show prep. A guy who made it onto cable TV. Out of sheer good looks I suppose. It sure wasn't his interviewing skills.
Limbaugh's success spawned, well, a lot of spawn. One who has crawled out of the oxygenated ooze is a certain Glenn Beck. His background is so filled with dysfunction mixed with Christian dogma, it would make Torquemada green with envy. Beck was weaned on whiskey, the Jesuits and the Book of Mormon. If he's a mad man, he comes by it direct from God. Well, somebody's view of a god. There is nothing like a reformed wacko gone straight to whip John Q. Public into foaming at the mouthpiece.
I tried to listen to Beck in the early part of the first decade here in the 21st Century. This happened when I was driving the 40 minutes to my girl friend's (at the time) house. The last five miles were unpaved rut filled back roads, so I needed to go slowly, if I didn't want to buy a new car every week. Hoping to fill time, I cruised the dial and found Beck. After about 10 minutes, I was screaming at the dashboard. There's something to be said for those desolate areas - nobody hears you. Over the gun fire. They like to deer jack out there. White makes right.
I can't recall what Beck was spewing back in Fall 2003. I do know what he's been up to these days. Most recently he labeled Charles Darwin - "The Father of Modern Racism." Now that's entertainment. When it comes to Creationism v. Intelligent Design; God or Evolution, it all looks the same if one has any ability to see when you do look. If you don't think the universe we live in creates, you're an idiot. If you think it was one dude who created the universe or one big bang, that's apples and apples to me. Why on Earth(!) does it matter? See what I did there? probably not. Keep reading. You will.
Unless it's news Danica Patrick clocked another driver; or even better, is in a new Playboy pictorial, I don't want to hear this race bullshit. People need an excuse to hate. Skin color is a red herring. End of story. The human race in toto, is the true problem. We are mostly genetically altered apes, whether we evolved or were made that way. In a lab or a cloud, or the febrile imagination of an eons ago 12 year old doing a science project on a Sunday night. Darwin thought he found evidence of change in the origin(s) of species. He was opposed by church zealots, competing with another anthropologist with a similar theory (though not publishing the massive depth of Darwin's research), conflict with his wife over his work, and the loss of a beloved child. Under those conditions, I respect Charles Darwin for getting it done at all. Right or wrong - or maybe just part of the story.
Will Glenn Beck make the point that while he objects to being considered descended from apes, some others so obviously are? Not being a Darwinian scholar, I can't state with 100% accuracy Darwin wasn't racist. As far as I'm aware, it was Natural Selection, not Natural Selectivism. I do agree Beck is not related to an ape. A gape more like it. I would enjoy knowing if he even comes close to saying "...but, some of my best friends are monkeys. . .."
I won't invest time in what Mr. Beck really means with his appellation. Sincere or not, he's in it for the money and attention. Maybe his own past and drug use is flashing back, causing him to push boundaries at the height of his celebrity. Being the first to do or say something in this era, is really saying something. Wouldn't faze me to learn he ran scenarios through a computer program "Shock Topics," maybe. He's still yelling fire to me. A good hosing might help. Rinse and repeat. I'm gonna go have me a banana. Yeah, a banana split!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Jung @ Heart
I stopped doing a blog for all the right reasons. Main one was my dial up - just really annoyingly slow and glitch filled, posting. The other was my POV is not needed. I could've told me that. But nobody ever listens to me. Even me. Especially me.
Then I re-took the Jungian personality test. The extended play version, for people who are really insecure, not to mention bored. However, with the aforementioned dial up, it was actually a test of will. So, a win-win for my psyche. I had hopes. I was the same I was first time I took it.
Here's the yin and yang. Or yin and Jung? Two of the famous people I am most like are Mother Theresa and Mel Gibson. Lately, MT has been really quiet. Mel? the bi-polar opposite. Except for the filmography, the bank account(s) & all those kids, I see the resemblance. Mother Theresa? I dress like her. But only on the last Friday of every month at a very special club. Don't ask, don't yell. . ..
According to the results, only one(1)per cent of the Earth's population share my personality type with me. That's still a lot - six plus million. I went to a forum for my type. Nobody was home. Well, they were "home," just not interested in interacting. It was OK - I understood. Being I am very empathic.
At the same time, I was getting emails from Facebook until I couldn't take it, I attempted to see if my dial up would allow me to join in the obvious fun. It did. I could do basic things and interact with some people I hadn't had contact with in a long time. Too bad most of that was a one off. In less than a week, it was back to the same hard core, who'd been gracious enough to reply to my emails in the last few years. Not being sarcastic there. I have great affection for them. Unfortunately, I was hoping at least one of my former, what's that term? "love interests" would show some love interest. Na. Da.
I admit I probably should have used my real name. Didn't. Didn't want to, really. I figured true love would recognize me - a boy's got to have some magic. Yeah, sometimes the magic works. Mostly, it don't. This is also because these chicks may be hanging on Facebook, but they aren't alone. I always believed if you have one, maybe two good friends in life, you are blessed. But 349? 1,118? ∞! guess I'm just envious.
My worst enemy is myself. Except for that creep in Boston, and he knows who he is. At my advanced age, I'm still an iconoclast and a wiseass. Those two traits have successfully kept me single and/or unattached most of my life. Not that I didn't do some banging. I might have written this before, some place else - but I used to go to parties a lot. But I was often shifting through circles of acquaintances. Most times I'd be there solo. And I'd never drink alcohol. The prevailing opinion was then, as now: a man 30+ /single = gay. Not drinking = AA. Kind of rhymes. Kind of wrong.
I don't drink because I do not like the taste of alcohol. I don't like the taste of artificial sweeteners either, just ask Lipton Tea (free coupons! sweet, but naturally, natch). And I am not gay. Had I been given the opportunity when young and mucho cuter to engage in bi-play to satisfy the twisted urges of a room full of hot chicks to see some man-man, would I have done it? not without sworn affidavits that I'd be off with two of them later. Guaranteed after making that demand, I'd be out on my hetero ass. Knowing how my life goes - the ugliest gay man would've followed me out, told me he could make me happier than any woman and he had a place a cab ride away. That's when you know you're not gay. Just superficial.
I just dumped the Facebook account. I was getting depressed, though I was glad to see how well some of my old pals, palettes and their families are doing. Too many of their daughters are attractive - much more than 1%, and now I know, that's a lot. Next time I'll use my real name. And a photo of Mother Theresa.
Then I re-took the Jungian personality test. The extended play version, for people who are really insecure, not to mention bored. However, with the aforementioned dial up, it was actually a test of will. So, a win-win for my psyche. I had hopes. I was the same I was first time I took it.
Here's the yin and yang. Or yin and Jung? Two of the famous people I am most like are Mother Theresa and Mel Gibson. Lately, MT has been really quiet. Mel? the bi-polar opposite. Except for the filmography, the bank account(s) & all those kids, I see the resemblance. Mother Theresa? I dress like her. But only on the last Friday of every month at a very special club. Don't ask, don't yell. . ..
According to the results, only one(1)per cent of the Earth's population share my personality type with me. That's still a lot - six plus million. I went to a forum for my type. Nobody was home. Well, they were "home," just not interested in interacting. It was OK - I understood. Being I am very empathic.
At the same time, I was getting emails from Facebook until I couldn't take it, I attempted to see if my dial up would allow me to join in the obvious fun. It did. I could do basic things and interact with some people I hadn't had contact with in a long time. Too bad most of that was a one off. In less than a week, it was back to the same hard core, who'd been gracious enough to reply to my emails in the last few years. Not being sarcastic there. I have great affection for them. Unfortunately, I was hoping at least one of my former, what's that term? "love interests" would show some love interest. Na. Da.
I admit I probably should have used my real name. Didn't. Didn't want to, really. I figured true love would recognize me - a boy's got to have some magic. Yeah, sometimes the magic works. Mostly, it don't. This is also because these chicks may be hanging on Facebook, but they aren't alone. I always believed if you have one, maybe two good friends in life, you are blessed. But 349? 1,118? ∞! guess I'm just envious.
My worst enemy is myself. Except for that creep in Boston, and he knows who he is. At my advanced age, I'm still an iconoclast and a wiseass. Those two traits have successfully kept me single and/or unattached most of my life. Not that I didn't do some banging. I might have written this before, some place else - but I used to go to parties a lot. But I was often shifting through circles of acquaintances. Most times I'd be there solo. And I'd never drink alcohol. The prevailing opinion was then, as now: a man 30+ /single = gay. Not drinking = AA. Kind of rhymes. Kind of wrong.
I don't drink because I do not like the taste of alcohol. I don't like the taste of artificial sweeteners either, just ask Lipton Tea (free coupons! sweet, but naturally, natch). And I am not gay. Had I been given the opportunity when young and mucho cuter to engage in bi-play to satisfy the twisted urges of a room full of hot chicks to see some man-man, would I have done it? not without sworn affidavits that I'd be off with two of them later. Guaranteed after making that demand, I'd be out on my hetero ass. Knowing how my life goes - the ugliest gay man would've followed me out, told me he could make me happier than any woman and he had a place a cab ride away. That's when you know you're not gay. Just superficial.
I just dumped the Facebook account. I was getting depressed, though I was glad to see how well some of my old pals, palettes and their families are doing. Too many of their daughters are attractive - much more than 1%, and now I know, that's a lot. Next time I'll use my real name. And a photo of Mother Theresa.
Friday, August 13, 2010
The National Past...time?
Owing to my low down ways and at least 17 bad business moves, I'm in techno-lock. I can't get the hook up to technology developed after 1990. Even then it's the stripped down version, the kind a Luddite laughs at, forcing me to end a sentence with a preposition. Then wait 5 minutes while I see if it loads successfully.
Small market radio, which unbelievably still exists, does for only two reasons - national ads which get packaged with syndicated stale white bread programming i.e. Rush, Glen Beck & Dr. "N word gets pub" Laura; and the all critical, big time college sports. If a local station is lucky enough to get a real big regional team - U of VA, Virginia Tech, or University of North Carolina, the ones in my market, they wet themselves in ecstasy. I have a special place in my heart for UNC. They killed my own radio career, along with the aid of Jesus.
I'm reasonably sure Jesus was only the front man and had no real hands on involvement. Ironically, based on my incredibly vast knowledge of Church art, I resembled Jesus more than the fat white yokels that were taking ad $ in His name. Well, you can't judge a good book by its cover. Hitler said that. But that college sports deal, did terminate me with extreme prejudice.
ESPN moved right in, and the aforementioned management suits (see above - fat white yokels ) signed on the green line. Oh sure, my other former employers down the dirt road tried Fox Sports and Sports Illustrated, until that all finally merged into something else, so they went back to Fox. ESPN is part of Disney now - Fox still be Fox. Regardless, they are monolithic trash, feeding off the NFL and colleges, who are all dying for big paydays from national TV the cherry on top being a bowl game.
Hey, I know it takes a lot of cake to keep academia going. Football revenues support the other athletic programs, which in turn add up to keep the professors on the payroll. For now. And also helps schools get Federal monies for secret stuff. Don't ask. Or shoot first, like they do here in Blacksburg. Nasty bidness.
The result is, I don't get much choice in free listening. I knew leaving the New York Metro area would have some drawbacks - no crullers, no train commuting. But I thought. . .. oh, never mind. The radio is limited. But having ESPN talk football as 90% of its radio content during the baseball season is repulsive. It's so bad, I have to be thankful when a player like Francisco Rodriguez (aka K Rod of the NY Mets) flips out and beats up his common law wife's papi. It gets baseball talk on the air. Instead of say some NFL quarterback who retires then comes out of retirement every other week, in between whacking armadillos. Or the one who gets busted for rape, and gets off. Not necessarily in that order. More than once.
I've filled up enough net space ripping sports talk hosts for their limited intellect. Not that they require any. But if one is a public speaker, one should endeavor to speak in an articulate manner and have a vocabulary consisting of more than Jumbotrons, bumper stickers and catchphrases taken from 5 year old hip hop hits.
Sadly, I wouldn't mind so much if I still had my own show, happily sitting back listening to hillbilly songs. Or if they'd just talk more baseball locally during fucking BASEBALL SEASON! Having a real cruller couldn't hurt either.
Small market radio, which unbelievably still exists, does for only two reasons - national ads which get packaged with syndicated stale white bread programming i.e. Rush, Glen Beck & Dr. "N word gets pub" Laura; and the all critical, big time college sports. If a local station is lucky enough to get a real big regional team - U of VA, Virginia Tech, or University of North Carolina, the ones in my market, they wet themselves in ecstasy. I have a special place in my heart for UNC. They killed my own radio career, along with the aid of Jesus.
I'm reasonably sure Jesus was only the front man and had no real hands on involvement. Ironically, based on my incredibly vast knowledge of Church art, I resembled Jesus more than the fat white yokels that were taking ad $ in His name. Well, you can't judge a good book by its cover. Hitler said that. But that college sports deal, did terminate me with extreme prejudice.
ESPN moved right in, and the aforementioned management suits (see above - fat white yokels ) signed on the green line. Oh sure, my other former employers down the dirt road tried Fox Sports and Sports Illustrated, until that all finally merged into something else, so they went back to Fox. ESPN is part of Disney now - Fox still be Fox. Regardless, they are monolithic trash, feeding off the NFL and colleges, who are all dying for big paydays from national TV the cherry on top being a bowl game.
Hey, I know it takes a lot of cake to keep academia going. Football revenues support the other athletic programs, which in turn add up to keep the professors on the payroll. For now. And also helps schools get Federal monies for secret stuff. Don't ask. Or shoot first, like they do here in Blacksburg. Nasty bidness.
The result is, I don't get much choice in free listening. I knew leaving the New York Metro area would have some drawbacks - no crullers, no train commuting. But I thought. . .. oh, never mind. The radio is limited. But having ESPN talk football as 90% of its radio content during the baseball season is repulsive. It's so bad, I have to be thankful when a player like Francisco Rodriguez (aka K Rod of the NY Mets) flips out and beats up his common law wife's papi. It gets baseball talk on the air. Instead of say some NFL quarterback who retires then comes out of retirement every other week, in between whacking armadillos. Or the one who gets busted for rape, and gets off. Not necessarily in that order. More than once.
I've filled up enough net space ripping sports talk hosts for their limited intellect. Not that they require any. But if one is a public speaker, one should endeavor to speak in an articulate manner and have a vocabulary consisting of more than Jumbotrons, bumper stickers and catchphrases taken from 5 year old hip hop hits.
Sadly, I wouldn't mind so much if I still had my own show, happily sitting back listening to hillbilly songs. Or if they'd just talk more baseball locally during fucking BASEBALL SEASON! Having a real cruller couldn't hurt either.
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