Friday, October 29, 2004
There's a tragic lack of smart-assedness in sports broadcasting, but Steve Stone provided enough all by himself to make up for all the earnest, lump-headed ex-jocks calling games accross the country. I'm going to miss that crazy bastard. Whoever replaces him (I'm looking at you, Mark Grace!) will feel the sharp end of many a snide comment.
Oh, and apparently we're trading Sammy for Cliff Floyd.