I'm on my way to the Oakland hills Greek Festival because my tummy aches for Greek sausage and they have gorgeous women up there, but quickly had to zone in to compliment KNBR 1050, (quickly making 680 "mothership" look bleaker by the moment) tonsil, Damon Bruce for his well-deserved, passionate take-down of the SF Giants.
We occasionally drift into spots here when there's nothing on the media dial to report about and knowing how the 'Gnats make DBruce and his missives ever so popular, after their abysmal failure against the SD Padres, I waited with mucho anticipation for his show on Friday to see if he saw what I saw.
I like the words: "BIG Picture." So does Bruce.
While the other wretched scribblers, Internet fakes and TV people did their "its only May" mantra, I sensed this failure with a bit of overall Gnats residue. Although more of an A's partisan, (and boy, don't they look great--thanks for the tease, Dallas) nevertheless, the Giants and their KNBR/Santangelo/Urban enablers look to the stars, DBruce looks to common sense.
He's been on Sabean's ass for years and he's right. How can a GM in pro sports with this guys record the past three years have a gig? What? Does he have pictures?
Bruce delivered, as usual. By the way, I like the palookas who e-mail that I'm 'sniffing Bruce and that he's in my back pocket. Yeah, oh really? Sure, especially when I e-mail and we get into shouting matches over industry crap, my blog, what people think of me, (not much)--truth is, I scream, he screams back and at the end of the day, I still LISTEN to this schmuck because he has some balls and isn't afraid of anybody.
Too bad he has a ficus and talks way too often with 'Bone girls.
See ya. Oh, Monday, in LA for biz--may file a short item, but may not. Check next Tuesday for some major announcement.