Well, wow. My New York Metropolitans continue to dominate and "run roughshod over the National League" in exciting fashion. Two and a half games up on Philadelphia. But I'll keep my excitement to a dull roar until we actually, God forbid, clinch a postseason spot.
Speaking of my favorite sports team in the entire universe, the station on which their radio broadcasts are carried has suffered another dangerous blow. Sixteen months after Imus in the Morning was pulled from the WFAN airwaves, the also-crucial afternoon drive spot has lost its Mad Dog of Mike and the Mad Dog. Since the age of roughly twelve, the show has been my afternoon soundtrack, either while procrastinating on homework or, in recent years, driving home from school. It also seems that the Mets contract with your flagship station for New York sports is up next year. If the Mets go elsewhere, then Mark Chernoff, turn your transmitter off now.
For the record, Mike Francesa, as the remaining survivor of the team on WFAN, will now have a show known as "Francesa on the FAN." But as anyone who has heard the man speak would know, the correct enunciation of the show's title is: Francesuhh.........onnnnnnn the FAN."
As of the end of next week, I will be living in my big boy apartment in Astoria. While Manhattan was my original goal, both the low price tag of the neighborhood and its eternal charm kept me in my native borough. I don't think I'll be making a move without this guy.
I expect to be roused from a peaceful sleep early tomorrow morning by that magical text message from the Obama campaign stating who his Number Two will be. To paraphrase Dick Morris, if Senator Obama gives the nod to Tim Kaine, it will be a recent state senator picking a recent mayor of a city with a population of 200,000. I basically see tomorrow as Election Day. Ceteris paribus, if Hillary Clinton is his nominee, Obama wins. If not, hello Mr. President-elect McCain.
In watching the Olympics lately, and seeing Brian Williams proclaim during promos, "I'm in Beijing, but I'm from Jersey, and I'm 4 New York!" I've been reminded of this from 1992, with familiar figures Len Berman, a hairier Al Roker, Chuck Scarborough, and Sue "The F*** Are You Doing?!" Simmons.
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Thursday, August 21, 2008
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Which of the following is an umbrella term for psychological disorders NOT considered part of an entity's internal control structure?
That basically sums up my 9:30-2 today.
I now have four finals under my belt. Two on Tuesday and two today. Any energy remaining in my system has been channelled into catching up on Runner's World and writing a little. I just need to get through the Mets game tomorrow night. A warm, late-spring night at Shea ain't nothing to complain about, but because of the energy I usually exert rooting for my favorite baldplayers, I should probably take a nap tomorrow.
Speaking of my favorite leisure time (um, what's that?) activity, I spend the vast majority of my drive time between February and October listening to WFAN-NY 660AM. Aside from the black hole left by nappygate, the station is entirely sports talk. If you've ever encountered a New York sports fan, you probably noticed that, while very knowledgeable of the subject, his speech was filled with mania coupled with the occasional droning. WFAN hosts do not disappoint. Their personalities and styles are what make the station among the most listened to by men 18-54 years of age. Credit to Toastedjoe for creating a game in response to the loveable talking heads that involves everyone's favorite activity - drinking:
"The rules are simple. During any WFAN broadcast, take a drink whenever any of the following events take place:
1. Every time Joe Beningo says "ohhh, the pain!"
2. Every time Steve Sommers uses a Yiddish word.
3. Every time Mike Francesa repeats himself over the course of a show (warning: may result in alcohol poisoning)
4. Every time a Yankee fan caller says the word "Jee-tuh."
5. Every time you laugh at the mental image of Mike and Dog "goin' at it as hard as they can!" (actual line from their theme song)
6. Every time Beningo says "...when of COUUUURSE..."
7. Every time you hear the words "first time, long time."
8. Every time Doggie says "If that happens....I'll live wit' it. I'll live wit' it."
9. Every time Francesa cuts off a stupid caller by saying "You're gone...goodbye. Goodbye."
10. Every time Doggie cackles.
11. Every time Beningo says "...and you just KNOW" something bad will happen to the Mets, Jets, Rangers, or Knicks.
12. Every time Richard Neer asks himself a question and gives a wishy-washy answer ("Will Pedro's injury hurt the Mets in the long run? I don't know.")
13. Every time Doggie says "waaaaaaaaw!!"
14. Every time Mike and Dog read a Steinbrenner "missive."
15. Every time Sweeney Murti calls in and kisses some Yankee ass.
16. Every time Mike and/or Dog bash Mets management.
17. Every time Doggie's basis for an argument is "that's all there is to it." (e.g., "Coughlin's gotta kick the field goal there, that's all there is to it.")
18. Every time Beningo mentions Scott Kazmir.
Happy drinkin'!"
Each morning I lend an ear to whomever is replacing the nationally syndicated Imus spot for the day. This morning's attempt to give a chance to the garden-variety talker yielded the following brief exchange between the radio and myself, followed by an immediate changing of the dial:
Radio announcer: You're listening to Geraldo Rivera on SportsRadio66 WFAN New York.
Me: Noo I'm not. Don Imus must be rolling in his grave.
The studios are in Astoria, Queens. I should get there at six each morning, do a four hour show, and head to school. I've got to be less maddening than Geraldo and I definitely would command a smaller salary. Get at me, (station manager) Chernoff.
End FAN talk.
I don't know what I want to do when I grew up. I had it figured out so much better when I looked like this. Kudos to Cousin Dylan for being awesome and now cancer-free.
I now have four finals under my belt. Two on Tuesday and two today. Any energy remaining in my system has been channelled into catching up on Runner's World and writing a little. I just need to get through the Mets game tomorrow night. A warm, late-spring night at Shea ain't nothing to complain about, but because of the energy I usually exert rooting for my favorite baldplayers, I should probably take a nap tomorrow.
Speaking of my favorite leisure time (um, what's that?) activity, I spend the vast majority of my drive time between February and October listening to WFAN-NY 660AM. Aside from the black hole left by nappygate, the station is entirely sports talk. If you've ever encountered a New York sports fan, you probably noticed that, while very knowledgeable of the subject, his speech was filled with mania coupled with the occasional droning. WFAN hosts do not disappoint. Their personalities and styles are what make the station among the most listened to by men 18-54 years of age. Credit to Toastedjoe for creating a game in response to the loveable talking heads that involves everyone's favorite activity - drinking:
"The rules are simple. During any WFAN broadcast, take a drink whenever any of the following events take place:
1. Every time Joe Beningo says "ohhh, the pain!"
2. Every time Steve Sommers uses a Yiddish word.
3. Every time Mike Francesa repeats himself over the course of a show (warning: may result in alcohol poisoning)
4. Every time a Yankee fan caller says the word "Jee-tuh."
5. Every time you laugh at the mental image of Mike and Dog "goin' at it as hard as they can!" (actual line from their theme song)
6. Every time Beningo says "...when of COUUUURSE..."
7. Every time you hear the words "first time, long time."
8. Every time Doggie says "If that happens....I'll live wit' it. I'll live wit' it."
9. Every time Francesa cuts off a stupid caller by saying "You're gone...goodbye. Goodbye."
10. Every time Doggie cackles.
11. Every time Beningo says "...and you just KNOW" something bad will happen to the Mets, Jets, Rangers, or Knicks.
12. Every time Richard Neer asks himself a question and gives a wishy-washy answer ("Will Pedro's injury hurt the Mets in the long run? I don't know.")
13. Every time Doggie says "waaaaaaaaw!!"
14. Every time Mike and Dog read a Steinbrenner "missive."
15. Every time Sweeney Murti calls in and kisses some Yankee ass.
16. Every time Mike and/or Dog bash Mets management.
17. Every time Doggie's basis for an argument is "that's all there is to it." (e.g., "Coughlin's gotta kick the field goal there, that's all there is to it.")
18. Every time Beningo mentions Scott Kazmir.
Happy drinkin'!"
Each morning I lend an ear to whomever is replacing the nationally syndicated Imus spot for the day. This morning's attempt to give a chance to the garden-variety talker yielded the following brief exchange between the radio and myself, followed by an immediate changing of the dial:
Radio announcer: You're listening to Geraldo Rivera on SportsRadio66 WFAN New York.
Me: Noo I'm not. Don Imus must be rolling in his grave.
The studios are in Astoria, Queens. I should get there at six each morning, do a four hour show, and head to school. I've got to be less maddening than Geraldo and I definitely would command a smaller salary. Get at me, (station manager) Chernoff.
End FAN talk.
I don't know what I want to do when I grew up. I had it figured out so much better when I looked like this. Kudos to Cousin Dylan for being awesome and now cancer-free.
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