It was five years ago Tuesday Bill Freitas made his amateur broadcasting debut on 620 in place of Steve Duemig. It was the day after the All-Star Game and Bill quickly realized why the host used this particular week to haul-ass on vacation. The country is in a virtual sports coma. No football, no hockey, no actual baseball; hell, no World Cup to pretend to give a crap about. So just what in tarnation are Flip and Bill gonna bump their gums about today? No worries, folks. Since when have these two yahoos needed actual content in order to gab? It's as much a sociological phenomenon as it is painfully sad. Here's your pre-game.
Flip airs his frustrations over the serious home field repercussions resulting from a meaningless game as Bill listens intently (He watched Wipe-out; Hilarious).
Now that the manufactured hype is over, we dissect the decision, the method, and the results. Spoiler alert: We conclude that there's nothing, NOTHING AT ALL we like about Miami.
Was it a last minute unavoidable legal entanglement? Was it a lazy lie? Is there an acceptable answer that shows Vick in a positive light? The short answer is no. The longer answer is, hell-to-the no. But we do see a possible happy ending. The end of his career.
But all of this scintillating news and comment will be preceded by the funniest fart article ever followed by Flip and Bill's personal flagellant anecdotes. Fact: Farts=comedic gold. It's been documented.
And Congratulations to Flip on being a father. God help us all.
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