WatchDog tries to live blog Russo, gives up quickly
It's only Tuesday and already I'm tired of Plaxico Burress talk on New York radio.
So for a change of pace I checked in on Chris Russo on Sirius XM. I even thought about listening to all five hours and live blogging it. Then I came to my senses.
If the boss wants to pay me double-time-and-a-half, I'll go back to it.
Right now Chris is ripping Cornell, Antonio Pierce ("an idiot"), the NYPD, the Latin Quarter Club, the NFL and, oh, heck, I lost track.
Now he is on a classic Mad Dog rant about John Mara and his "hundreds" of nieces and nephews "running around Westchester County" and how if Mara had heard one of them was in a bar in the city with a guy with a loaded gun he would have "gotten out of bed in his pajamas, hopped in his SUV with his coffee" and . . . I just couldn't keep up. I'm sorry. I should have taped this.
Later he came back to Mara, saying, he "would not allow any of his nieces, nephews, boys, girls - he's got plenty of kids . . . John Mara would have taken the metro train down . . . or driven and said, 'Come with me.' I guarantee it."
Somewhere in there he mentioned Kate Mara as well as John's poodles. Maybe Russo was mixed up. I'm the one with poodles. I hope John has a more manly breed than that. Gee whiz, the guy is an NFL owner and the son of Wellington.
I can't guarantee the quotes above are 100 percent accurate. I was typing as fast as I can, and I know from Patty Parker, who does the closed caption typing for YES, that Russo is extremely difficult to keep pace with, even for a pro with a steno machine.
I'll live blog Chris' show one day just for fun after this Plaxico thing blows over. Oy.
(Russo's first caller now is accusing him of hating every New York team and attempting to tear down the Giants organization because he is worried they will repeat as Super Bowl champs. "Take your little pompoms out of it and evaluate it properly, like an adult!" Chris yelled. Help! I'm having "Mike and the Mad Dog" flashbacks.)


Comments (2)
Yeah, Neil. What's the point? Put on some of those old 8-tracks of Barney Rubble and Bam-Bam in the Morning on instead.
You can sing along to the most offensive parts and wonder why you live your life in a basement.
Neil
Nobody misses him, you shouldn't either.