Well, golly gee I thought we were all done with this.
That did me a lot of good, didn't it? Yavoy.
Gary Radnich returned to the airwaves Monday after a four-day bout with a severe case of the flu; severe enough to require a hospital stay and absorbing a "103.7" temperature. Yikes.
How do I know the Raddy's temperature? He said it about a hundred times on the air, which is fine given 103.7 is officially suckable and death-like.
He looked a little lighter too but his convalescence didn't preclude him from, out of the blue, leveling a few shots at yours truly and this blog.
Out of the blue. I think that's the Gary we all know and love. Gary can't stand a clean plate. I think he's infatuated with the needle card. It's not just me, mind you, there's others--media people, anchors, women weather forecasters, sports anchors, all at some point get the wrath of Raddy and I can't quite spell it out because I'm not a shrink but I do see some patterns.
I didn't hear the whole knock and it wasn't that much of a knock but a knock nonetheless way out of the blue. "I took a guy knocking me for six years and I survived", or something to that effect. He said it again and again. His partner asked to whom was he was referring to which we got another shot. Bizarre. Surprising too. I'm a naïve sob, aren't I? Don't answer.
As I've indicated numerous times here and elsewhere I finally decided to move on from the Gary story. Long past the derision because I think I stated my case and was ready to move on because how many times can you rip a guy who became Don Rickles and isn't too keen on the local sporting life. Frankly, as many times as he belittles sports and some of its conduits, its reporters, its own theatrics, I still find Gary relatively entertaining and funny. Sure, his out of place bizarros aside, he still commands the local domain whether its on the radio or TV. It's just that his shtick wears thin every now and then and just when you think you got him figured out, he goes off course. Maybe it's his secret weapon, his own vital insecurity showing off its king of emotional girth. Maybe it's just in his genes. His go-to identity audio DNA.
Meanwhile, back to coffee.
Welcome back Raddy.
It's so nice to have you back where you belong.
And of course it sounds as if you never missed a beat.
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