Sports radio-my mindless hobby

10/27/25

A father, recovering addict, and business owner’s quest to quiet his brain!

I need relief from thinking about all the things I need to do, have done, or should get done. I add to that the endless stream of media bullshit, and on some days I nearly lose sight of the good in our world. Where do I go? What do I do? I used exercise, which I do damn nearly every day, consumed history books, which I chew up to find balance, but still, I needed an added dash of bubblegum for the brain. Something to soothe me!

It was about five years ago when I said enough is enough. Turn off all the news radio shit, minimize the basic media. No more Fox, CNN, MSNBC, political radio talk, etc.—done, nada, no more, adios.

Where did I go? Sports Talk Radio.

2003- Brainwashing 5 daughters-Go Phillies and Birds!

Why do I listen to sports radio? ’Cause I like dumb shit, and it’s bubblegum for the brain, chewing up my thoughts with sweet, pointless noise. None of this crap matters. Do I care if the Jacksonville Jaguars’ right guard stinks? Hell no, but I’ll listen to some yahoo yap like it’s the cure for cancer. Do I give a damn what Joe from Minneapolis thinks about the Vikings’ third-round draft pick? Nope, but I’ll let Joe blabber on like it’s more important than world peace while I am stuck in traffic. All the drama in the world without any serious consequences. Who are these knuckleheads who call the shows? How does Joe find time to dial up and rant? Does Joe have a job? Does Joe get paid? Why am I listening? Who is Joe’s boss, and is he or she okay with him screaming about a wide receiver’s vertical leap from the cleaning broom closet? I say, thank God for the callers; all the other news is worthless, so I tune into this circus ’cause it’s simple and dumb, and I’m dumb for loving it.

I owned a company, and I don’t know if we had a “you can’t call sports radio” policy, but if I had an employee who hid in a closet to make calls, I’d give them a raise. If you’ve got the guts to hide in a closet—risk your job—you’ve got the passion I need. I’d redirect the passion to some other business avenue and still make sure he got plenty of time to make the calls. At least I’d know what I got: a passionate sports caller and, hopefully, an above-average passionate executive. These are the visionaries who’ll run my next empire.