I wonder if BYH got a butt dial from Jay Horwitz

Who is BYH?

 

"Seems to be a good sport about this?" A 60-something man REFUSES to lock his Blackberry, waking people up at 4 a.m. and plays the "gosh, I just don't know how it happens" card ... and it's cute and endearing?

Do your job, lock your phone, stop calling people when they might be busy. Ain't that hard.

 

No, I didn't know that. You're not always as clear as you seem to think you are.

Either way, I'm not sure anyone SHOULD be a good sport about being made to look like the incompetent foof he is. If he leaves his laptop unlocked and someone accesses top-secret Mets information, is that just "Oops, that's just Jay!!!" Doubtful. Let him buttdial while he's having a top-secret talk with his boss and have it recorded on someone's voicemail and see how "cool" with it he is.

 

BYH won't hear this thread without the #CAA tag.

 

I had to laugh through this one too. Jay is a good guy and he's devoted. That's one of the lessons that I've learned from dealing him.

 

Thigh meat is gross.

Though, having texted and tried to call you several times since you ceased being my boss (and even when you WERE my boss) maybe you just find so much of yourself in Jay Horwitz. He does, however, apparently return calls. So there's that.

 

I once got a girl's phone number and was excited about asking her out.

Before I had a chance to call her, I accidentally pocket dialed her about 20 times. I don't know what the hell was going on with my phone, since it did not usually do that, but afterwards I was way too embarrassed to actually call the girl.

 

I saw this and wanted to post it, but I see I was beaten to the punch.

The whole thing read like it belonged in The Onion, and the further along it went, the more awkward it became. I mean, they pulled out all the stops -- talked to Horowitz, got Ike Davis and several other players to talk about how weird this guy is, took a photo ... I don't know if I'd be able to come to work the next day if I had a 1,000-word story in the Wall Street Journal dedicated solely to painting me as an incompetent boob.