Welcome to my world. The world of sports. Don't like sports? Then get out, you candy-ass! Contrary to ABC's world of sports, mine is narrow. I know what I like in sports, and I know what I don't like. I don't like what sports reporting has become. These candy-asses that call themselves sports journalists these days drive me mad! Quit glossing over the truth! I tell it like it is. Up front, out in the open, exposed nerve reporting. I go in bare-fisted and come out with veins in my teeth.
I would like to thank my friend....well, not exactly a friend. I would like to thank my cohort.....no, that's not right either. I would like to thank a very strange person, yeah, Ken Socrates, for giving me the opportunity to begin this strange career I have found myself in. If it wasn't for Ken, and www.kensocrates.com I would probably still be just wandering around the ranch, drinking heavily, and shooting at all the wildlife. Wait, I still do that. Thanks for nothing, Ken. Still, he allowed me the freedom to speak my mind, and it has evolved into this. Whatever this is. Thanks Ken. Now, on to the sports.
Welcome to my world. The world of sports. Don't like sports? Then get out, you candy-ass! Contrary to ABC's world of sports, mine is narrow. I know what I like in sports, and I know what I don't like. I don't like what sports reporting has become. These candy-asses that call themselves sports journalists these days drive me mad! Quit glossing over the truth! I tell it like it is. Up front, out in the open, exposed nerve reporting. I go in bare-fisted and come out with veins in my teeth.