I had to stop and think hard about something this week. Something I'd never considered. Something I really didn't think I ever would.
Why in the f-u-n-k do I listen to sports talk radio?
I had no answer for myself. What made this especially awkward was that I asked it out loud while in line at Taco Bueno. Everyone looked at me funny. One guy said, "Order a stupid burrito and think about it later. Douche."
So alas, here I sit. I think what brought me to where I'm at is my little spat with The Ultimate over the past few months. You see, he doesn't like me. He thinks I'm "little" and "a fool" and so on and so forth. The usual stuff.
To recap quickly if you don't know: Back in August, Traber called out Nick Collison for liking Seattle and vowed to run him out of town. I said Traber was being an idiot. Traber actually admitted days later after Collison called he was probably wrong about the Collison thing, but yet, even though my column was saying exactly what he was now agreeing with, he was still peeved at me. That's the Ultimate way. Then he diverted attention by taking on Bill Simmons of ESPN.com because Simmons trashed the Thunder a bit by calling the team "Zombie Sonics" instead of its real name and also called Traber a moron for the Collison thing. Which if you remember right, Traber admitted he probably got carried away over. I said Traber was being ridiculous again and making OKC look bad. He flipped again.