I spend a lot of time listening to sports talk radio. And when I’m not listening, I’m usually watching it. (Thanks to Time Warner Cable in NYC, I can literally watch nothing but simulcasts of sports talk radio shows from 6am to 6pm every week day.)
In all this time, though, I’ve never called in to a sports talk show. I’ve never seen the value in waiting on hold for an hour, just to say, “I agree with you, Mike, they should hold on to Reyes.”
That said, I do have some tips for those who plan on dialing in and joining the conversation.
-Don’t introduce yourself.
Here’s what I hate:
Host: Charlie in the Bronx, Whats up Charlie?
Caller: Hey, Joe, It’s Charlie.
First of all, that has already been established. More importantly, though, no one gives a shit who you are. You are just a guy on a phone, like every other caller for the past 3 hours. Your identity does not make your opinion any more or less valid.
-Drop the niceties and stop kissing ass
Host: Morton in Michigan, you’re next.
Caller: Hi, Phil, how are you doing today?
Host: I’m fine, Morton, what’s on your mind?
Caller: Well, first of all, this is a great show. I’m a big fan.
Just get to the point. You and the host are not forming a lifelong friendship here. He or she is giving you 30 seconds to make your point. If it’s a good one, you may get a full minute. Don’t waste the first half treating it like small talk at the post office. HIDE YOUR RADIO BONER.
-Don’t be creepy or condescending
Female hosts on sports talk radio are still relatively rare. But the number is growing. And just like men, some are great and some are not. They do not need you to validate them.
Host: Leonard in Leonardo, you’re up
Caller: Hello Mary. I’ve got to say, you really know your stuff.
Host: Thanks. What’s do you want to talk about?
Caller: It’s nice to talk to a lovely young lady on this station for once.
Host: Sure. What’s up?
Caller: Have you ever watched a football game?
And it goes on like that. Even worse, is when sad old men call and sing to the female hosts. I know a thing or two about creeping women out. There is no surer way to do it than to sing Perry Como songs at them.
You are not funny
Do you do imitations? Are you a fan of Crank Yankers and the Jerky Boys? Then sign up for an open mic night at the Giggle Factory or Wacky Banana Jerry’s. Don’t try out your material during my important discussion of whether Derek Jeter is good.
Host: Bill in Chappaqua, You’re the next caller.
Caller (In smoky southern accent): Hi. This is Bill Clinton. I think Derek Jeter sucks. And I know about things that suck, because of Monica Lewetsky.
Why can’t these guys at least be current with their terrible jokes? And why do they always make at least one basic factual error in their comedy, like using the wrong last name in the punchline? Don’t you people rehearse your bits?
I’m sure there’s more to say, but I’ll stop at these four basic tips for now. If you would like to add your own, use the comments section.
Obviously, there is no Sports Illustrated this week. Instead, I’ve decided to share some thoughts on a few of the other things I’ve read online this week.
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