In this section of knuckleballmusic, I post articles expressing my views on whatever I was thinking about last time I took a shower. You might notice that this page is not updated very frequently. Sorry about that.
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Today it occurred to me how sad the world of sports talk radio is. I'm not sure what turn of events would lead a man to say, "I think I'll take some time out of my life to sit on hold for 30 minutes so I can tell thousands of people how disappointed I am with some person I don't know who achieves more in 5 minutes that I could if I lived six-hundred years."
Yes, once in a while someone will call in with something truly interesting to say. Unfortunately, those who have an intelligent comment are usually busy doing something else. Leaving us to hear hours of pathetic rants, insults and failed attempts at humor.
This however, is not the most discouraging thought I have about this sad underground of cast-offs. These folks are not at the bottom of the talk radio ladder. The real loser in this deal is me, the idiot who continues to listen.
