...when Paul Finebaum runs across someone who takes great exception to his bullshit, and knocks his ass out. Here's part of his take on Jeremy Pruitt a couple of days ago.
"And it could've been avoided, but I don't like to throw stones at helpless people. Jeremy Pruitt is helpless because he's a blithering idiot,” Finebaum said. “But his stupidity, his reckless disregard for common sense is the reason why he is out of college football today — and, quite frankly, I don't see him getting back in, in any reasonable period of time."
A few days ago, he started out his show bringing up the whole Harvinz "coup attempt" garbage again, and singling out Jimmy Ranes, saying as long as he's silent about it, and refuses to do an interview, people will assume he's guilty. He's constantly going off on people in sports, saying shit behind a mic that he'd never say to their face.
First off, where the hell do you think Pruitt learned the art of paying players? He's coached under, and learned from the best. Greasy Jimbo Fisher wasn't just farting in the wind when he talked about how Saban didn't want to go there. Second, I guess he totally missed the interview Ranes did, addressing his involvement, or total lack thereof with the program. But facts be damned.
I've never been a Finebaum fan. However, I guess I contradict that statement by saying I read his book. I think I was more interested in finding out what made this guy tick, and how a goofy looking dweeb like that became so popular. Especially in the sports world. And yes, it started back at Tennessee, where he had a job as a sports writer for the school paper. He admitted he found out that controversy sells. He's made a career off it.
Admittedly, I do listen from time to time. I keep the Ford F-150 radio tuned to several sports talk channels, so I normally get a few minutes of his show every day when I'm cruising the Wiregrass back roads, with a pretty little thing in a sundress, windows down, cooler of long necks in the back, looking for a field out past the city limits, so we can park and look at the moonlight, while she slides over next to me on that bench seat.....
Hey, that might make a good country song.
But what is it about this pencil neck geek, that makes him think he can say that kind of crap about people, and it not eventually come back to cause him to suffer a good, country boy ass whoopin'? I soooo want to see him have to do a few shows while doing his best Bobby Petrino press conference imitation.