Let this be a lesson to all of you out there, sometimes, bad judgment turns out to be a good thing. By now you all know that Kermit, Chuck and myself wandered down to the Tribune Tower last night, sat in the showcase studio for 90 minutes and yukked it up with Dave Kaplan on Sports Central. I won’t even pretend that it wasn’t fun as hell, because it was.
Why Kaplan, who Kermit and I have routinely teed up for sport, would want to have us on, I didn’t know. You know, until the radio magic happened. I was more surprised than anybody that we all of came off as competent, and I was flattered when Milt Rosenberg came in and asked if I could sit in on his show, because he wanted to discuss the works of Tivadar Kosztka Csontvary and Kai Fjell. Who am I to turn down a chance to talk expressionist painting with Professor Rosenberg?
Wait, what?
Anyway, we all had a great time, I think we were fairly entertaining. We’ve already been invited back. Kap was very gracious, and made us all very comfortable. A little too comfortable. I didn’t think Kermit really needed to do the last half hour wearing only his underwear.
And, I didn’t even know Garanimals made underwear.
Kermit’s recap is much more thorough than this, so just go read that. You can relive the magic here thanks to Intrepid Reader C-c-c-ats.
And I’m still amazed, that for almost ninety minutes last night…we were the only thing on WGN Radio.
I’m guessing he was hoping that getting a face-to-face and the hopes of additional radio time would soften up some of the shots taken at him. Maybe not the entire reason, but it had to factor in.
You guys did a great job and I hope you do get a chance to go back on. Very entertaining radio. Next time, you have to get in at least one man-o-lantern reference.
Um… do you have Kaplan’s phone number or something? I’d also be interested in being on the radio. He never returns my e-mails. I think he is still mad that I banned him from my site.
That studio stunk like Cub fans when I came in to discuss Chicago corruption with Professor Rosenberg.
Also I invented cooking a chicken on a grill with a can of beer shoved up its ass.
WHY?
Honesty compels me to ask WHY?
Missed it but heard great things.
Nutshell: Ricketts must pay about 22 mil per year in debt service loan, and the interest rate may go up.
Sounds fiscally challenging.
Why is C Kenney still getting big–or any–paychecks? Seriously. Ricketts thinks highly of him or something? I’m almost scared to get the answer.
The link on the blog entry doesn’t work anymore. Can anyone that downloaded it repost it?
How did such a fringe website hit 100 downloads so quickly?
Here’s a new link.
Listen live or download: http://ivychat.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6490651328522646241
You’re welcome, Andy and Kerm. Great appearance.
And thanks for the shoutout, Chuck, for putting in the time and effort to create that mp3 you posted on your site so people could “listen live” even though it happened Tuesday. Oh wait.
You want me to say, “Recorded Live”?
“Kap was very gracious, and made us all very comfortable.”
You fucking phoney. I’ve read your site for years and I thought people who called you a fake were assholes. But then you go and prove it in one post on your site. You just erased any credibility you ever had by showing your true colors.
You talk so much shit, but you are a fucking sellout the minute a dipshit like Kaplan shows you any attention. You rip on him and his web site over and over until he has you on the radio and all of a sudden he is “gracious” to you. At least Yellon is honest about being a shill. He is still a god damn idiot, but he is who is he is. You and Bradt and Gitles are posers, and just pussies unless you are behind a keyboard.
If Kaplan made you change your mind, you don’t even go back to acknowledge all the shit you’ve talked about Kaplan and why you were wrong. No, you just say how “gracious” he was to you. I guess a fucking sellout like you is just happy to be on the big city radio instead of at your computer in the fucking sticks.
“Sullivan approved” says it all Dolan. He’s the worst god damn sportswriter in the city, but if he likes you he must be good, right? I wish I would have known your true colors before I spent any time reading your site.
You are a fucking joke.