Radio Row at the Super Bowl: The worst week in sports talk radio

Hearing all this players try to describe what G is has been the highlight of the radio week.

I don't know about everyone else but I am looking forward to Sunday when the winning coach gets "G" dumped on his head.

 

I'd take up an endorsement collection for the winning coach to stagger around screaming "My eyes, this stuff...I can't see!" right after the G dump. He'd never work again, but he would be immortal.

 

I think if you drop the double ee that you could be the immortal Michael G.

 

i am just happy to finally know what "G" really means.

 

Knew from the start the players weren't talking about the G spot, but still . . .

 

Which raises the question - does Jerry Rice need the money so bad he's scared of being penalized by G for not mentioning their product in a spot? Or better, what kind of muscle is behind G?

 

Nasty Nestor looks like he needs a good asskicking...

 

. . . long among the most-unlistenable of the unlistenable . . . hostility for hostility's sake . . . not to mention a voice NOT made for radio . . .

 

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Nasty Nestor and Gordon Keith in a fight is akin to a bout between Chris Crocker and Ross from the Leno Show.

 

He also represents everything that is wrong with talk radio -- but hopefully the tide seems to be turning and these kinds of loud mouth assholes are becoming a dying breed.

I don't mind entertainment, but these douche bags who spend their entire show shamelessly self promoting and doing so at the top of their lungs is not entertaining. Every market has one, but one by one they seem to be going away.

Unfortunately, the other horrible kind of talk show host -- the ridiculous name dropper like Dan Patrick -- seems to be here to stay.