The Kind-Hearted Smart Aleck

With the football season underway, I've found myself listening to more ESPN radio lately. While driving for an hour over the past week, I found myself listening to The Will Cain Show . Will Cain is a former conservative analyst, who I tend to find myself disagreeing with on most every matter that is political, so I was curious to hear what the lad had to say regarding the world of sports. Here's what I discovered... Will Cain is unafraid of going against the grain. This is both interesting and annoying. When he comes across as genuine, it's more of the former. There are times, however, when the guy seems determined to be different just for the sake of being different, comes across as phony, and I start hearing nails against the chalkboard while Ben Stein is yodeling Queen songs. Admittedly, Cain makes a good point here and there. When Green Bay Packers quarterback Aaron Rodgers recently signed a mammoth contract extension, the radio host rightly stated, and I'm para...

On ESPN Radio, I hear a personality; I believe his name is Fred Coleman, say the following line after he makes a "point" (which is debatable), "I'm not sayin'. I'm just sayin'." I'm sorry, but how does that make an ounce of sense? Really? He's not sayin'. He's just sayin'? Huh, that is interesting, perhaps even profound to an extent. It reminds me of this time when I saw a satire on pornos (one I probably wrote), where Jean-Claude Johnson is caught by his wife, Chastity Slut-Johnson, in bed with another woman, Marisa Hooch. Mr. Johnson says to his wife, "Honey, I'm not cheatin'. I'm just cheatin'." That's right, Mr. Johnson. Perhaps with him being a porn star, Chastity may buy this, but I doubt anybody else would. He's not sayin'. He's just sayin'? Yeah, just like I'm not bloggin'. I'm just bloggin'. Right on, Mr. Coleman. Right on.

On ESPN Radio, I hear a personality, I believe his name is Fred Coleman, say the following line after he makes a "point" (which is debatable), "I'm not sayin'. I'm just sayin'." I'm sorry, but how does that make an ounce of sense? Really? He's not sayin'. He's just sayin'? Huh, that is interesting, perhaps even profound to an extent. It reminds me of this time when I saw a satire on pornos (one I probably wrote), where Jean-Claude Johnson is caught by his wife, Chastity Slut-Johnson, in bed with another woman, Marisa Hooch. Mr. Johnson says to his wife, "Honey, I'm not cheatin'. I'm just cheatin'." That's right, Mr. Johnson. Perhaps with him being a porn star, Chastity may buy this, but I doubt anybody else would. He's not sayin'. He's just sayin'? Yeah, just like I'm not bloggin'. I'm just bloggin'. Right on, Mr. Coleman. Right on.