To pass a bit of your weekend time . . . .
(1) Is anyone else astounded/delighted/shocked by the fact that Gordon Keith is facing Bob Sturm in the Dallas Morning News DFW Sportscasters Bracket contest? (DMN Sportscasters Bracket) As of this writing, the results are Gordon 51.65, Bob 48.35. And does anyone think we will ever hear the end of it if Gordon, the least sportsy of the entire bracket, wins? Or even if he doesn't?
Gentle Confessors, this illustrates something I suggest from time to time, but it bears repeating: The fine stable of readers who comment on this site is not necessarily -- perhaps I should leave off the "necessarily" -- reflective of the Ticket fan base. Now Gordon is a DMN personality himself, and he shows up on the teevee from time to time, so we may be getting a number of voters here who like Gordon from his non-radio work.
But even so, that he's gotten this far, and may win, reminds us that there are many media consumers out there who don't think bullying is the signature feature of Gordon's work, in fact, who like him a lot. (Maybe the voters are doing a mass bit, but I doubt it.) He and Corby by far take the greatest gobkicking on MTC, and, while Corby didn't make it out of the first round, he's probably also a lot more popular than someone whose only source of information on the popularity of Ticket guys is this site would think. (Whoo. Bad sentence.) I would point to, uh, the ratings as proof. It's not just the shaky competition.
(2) Cat must have lectured the programs on "managing the back end." I am guessing this has to do with bringing segments smoothly to a close so Cumulus can pay for them with on-time commercials. But does anyone know for sure what this phrase, sneeringly referenced from time to time by hosts and producers, means?
(3) CONFIDENTIAL TO KEVIN TURNER:
KT, KT, KT.
I have no idea of all the indignities to which you were subjected at The Ticket.
No one has disclosed to me the various humiliations you suffered at the hands of BaD, Mike R, and Mitchell Karasik.
The soul-killing tasks you were ordered to perform remain hidden to me.
But I believe I can say with a fairish degree of certainty that The Ticket never, ever required you to eat the beard clippings of a Dallas Cowboys rookie out of his lap.