I wish I wrote this but I didn't. I nearly spit my free iced coffee all over keyboard. Liam McEneaney you are indeed the bees knees!
My local sports radio station plays all the Mets games. So a lot of times, I'll doze off listening to the game, and wake up at two in the morning to a sports call-in show.
Waking up to sports call-in shows is scary. Because there's that moment where you're awake, but your eyes aren't open, and your brain is trying to remember who you are and what you've done with your life.
And the first thing you hear is: "JOE TORRE IS THE ANTICHRIST AND DESERVES TO BE MURDERED!"
And the first thing I think is, "Great. My family['s finally done it. They've finally had me committed."
And hosts of sports talk shows always sound like they're broadcasting from some pit of Hell. Because their callers are these uniformly insane ranters:
"Let's send the San Diego Chicken to KFC! Also my skin itches from the bugs under it, and I it's Barry Bonds' fault!"
If Lithium wasn't so expensive, there'd be no sports talk shows.