Friday, August 15, 2008
Mike & the Mad Dog: 1989-2008
This is a big mistake. They're so much better together than apart. You see, Mike, when alone, talksinalowrumblingmonotone, andnobodycanstanditforlong, byhimself, he'sreallyreallyboring.
And when Chris is by himself and he doesn't have Mike to slam on his brakes, do ya know what happens? DO YA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS? I'll tell ya what happens! Dog goes outta control! He starts screaming like a lunatic! And his Yankee hatred spirals up to da moon! And he gets to da point where da guys at WIP in Philly can hear him! Without turning on their radios! I'll bet even those goofballs up at WEEI in Bahston can hear him!
(Sometimes there's a 7-second pause of dead air... )
And when he catches his breath he GETS BACK ON DA HIGH HORSE AND HE CAN'T BE STOPPED! I'D LIKE SOMEBODY TO STOP HIM! JUST ONE TIME! ONE TIME! ONE TIME! ONE TIME!!!!
Plus, he talks about tennis way too much. It's a major league sports in only 8 weeks of the year, and, even then, most Americans don't pay attention except for Wimbledon and the U.S. Open. And then, just from the Quarterfinals on. So, 2 weeks of the year. Face it, if Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal had played that incredible Final in Melbourne (in the Australian Open) instead of London, it would still have been a major, and it still would've been great, but would we be talking much about it?
And they both talk about golf too much. There's no reason to talk about golf on a sports station, because golf is not a sport.
Then again, neither was The Sopranos, which they both talked about way too much. Though watching that show appeared to involve some athleticism, to hear them talk about it.
Well, you know the old saying. Mike & the Mad Dog were an institution... but who wants to live in an institution?
Mike and the Mad Dog. Requiescat in pace, September 5, 1989 - August 5, 2008.
So long, "Kathie Lee." Hey, "Regis," get somebody good to take his place.
Of course, you know me: I can do a show all by myself, titled, Mike IS the Mad Dog.