Don Tiny wrote:
badrogue17 wrote:
Kirkwood wrote:
RFDC wrote:
So why do you care then?
I do not give a flying fuck what radio programs that I am not listening to are talking about.
But now PSU talk dominates the show and it's not even intelligent good discussion. It's full of over-the-top baiting and trolling of Pennsylvanians and college sports fans. The bombastic threats and diatribes add nothing to the conversation either. Add the broadcast of congratulatory e-mails, tweets and phone calls thanking them for their extensive "coverage" and you got vomit-inducing radio.
All vitriolic hyperbole ( I think JORR once fronted a band called Vitriolic Hyperbole but I digress) aside, thats kinda what Im getting at. I don't know how even fans of the show aren't just as sick and tired about this dominating the programming on the show just as haters are.
Alright. Let's say, for the sake of argument, that everyone now agrees that there's too much Pedo State talk. What are out other choices for delicious discussion about deportes?
- The Cubs? nobody cares (and I'm a Cubs fan)
- The Sox? everyone knows nobody cares (it's The Score, not The Frank)
- The Hawks? say "Kaner" and that's it for that
- The Bears? that's coming soon, but nothing to report now.
- The Bulls? they're gonna suck, nothing more to say.
- The Marlins (eg, Ozzie, Carlos, and the rest of the asswipe parade)? No, even if you want to.
- The NFL? Nothing to say; haven't even opened camps yet, and there's nothing ever intelligent to say until the end of week 4 of the preseason, so 'pass', unless you want to mourn the death of Grant Feasel ... no, you don't know who that is, .... Marshawn Lynch too drinky? RGIII no sign-ey? Fine, I'll give that a segment for no good reason ... let's move along,
- The NHL? Really?
- MLB? I'll just grant that a segment ... 15 minutes, then what?
- The NBA? I'll be generous and grant that a segment too. Milk the non-story story of Phil Jackson and the Blazers.
- Dez Bryant? Who cares?
- Jeremy Lin, Dwight Howard, Jason Kidd, etc.? Stunk, a punk, and a drunk. Done.
- British Open/PGA/Tiger? Hey, will Tiger win or will someone else? Done.
- The Olympics? Riiiiiiight .....
- Auto racing? Wrong show (thank God).
What have I left out? Cricket? Jai Alai?
TL;DR: What the fuck else is there to talk about for the better part of 5 fucking hours?
I get everyone's "shut up about PSU" ... problem is, there's nothing else to talk about, and your (not just you Rogue ... I like you anyway) incessant pissy nattering every fucking day about what they talk about every fucking day is every fucking bit as annoying.
Well fuck me Don since you seem to know so much about me and my posts what would you say if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough guy . And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Don. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a post of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.
You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Mein Kampf ? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.