Dickey V. Can someone put a muzzle on this guy, or wire his jaw shut, shove cotton in it, and duct tape it in, BAAA-BEEE! This guy has become such a joke, it’s almost like watching a seal at Sea World, clapping two frobt flippers and waiting for a fish.
Every time I see that bald orange dome sitting behind a desk, my stomach knots, bile comes up from below, and I feel like I’m watching a few minutes of Andy Rooney on crack.
And then, there is the other asshat, “Digger” Phelps, he of the matching highlighter and tie. How did he come up with such a brilliant idea? Can someone please throw him into a deep freeze, close the door, and walk away?
Finally, Jay Bilas… we know you went to Duke. Yes, we know you are smart. Just quit telling us, you smug prick.
And for the crew in general…STOP YELLING AT US, YOU BILLY MAYES WANNABEES. Seth Greenberg? Bracketologist. Your mom must be proud.
Why do I watch? What’s wrong with me? Here comes Vitale again. Must change channel… growing weaker… can’t… push…the…remote…
AUUUGGGHHH!!!
I thought the same thing while listening to Dickie V yesterday. Can you imagine being his kid? “HOW WAS SCHOOL BAYBEE?” or “DONT FORGET TO TAKE THE GAHBAGE OUT!” or “We’re having PANCAKES!!!”
In the late 90’s (maybe even 2000 or 2001) I was given a corporate “reward” of a 2-night stay at any Ritz-Carlton. I’m not a Ritz-Carton type of guy, but we used it anyway at the Ritz-Carlton in Naples, FL. I’m also not a “sports guy.” Still, I know who Dick Vitale is and I’m familiar with his schtick.
I passed Dickey V in the lobby. One of his kids was getting married there (or at least had the reception there). I listened carefully all weekend for any catchphrases. I didn’t hear any. I guess the Ritz is good at soundproofing.
Dickie V is just an ass hat. I have no idea why he is given a venue. I suppose its just because telecasts need noise.
Digger is a clueless dolt. He was a great recruiter at ND. He somehow got the best basketball talent that South Bend has ever seen to come to that godforsaken place. Yet, he was one of the worst game coaches that college basketball has ever had. He did less with more than any coach in history. In the NCAA tournament, his team was wiping the floor with BYU and he put his team into a slow down and let BYU eat at the lead. Then, with seconds to go, Danny Ainge drove the length of the floor while Digger’s players stood around watching, not knowing what to do, and got themselves knocked out of the tournament. It was one of the lamest performances and poorest coaching efforts in sports history.
He got embarrassed by Michigan State and because of his pettiness, had MSU taken off the basketball schedule even though they had a long history as football rivals and an annual game should have been a huge revenue generator.
Digger, you are a fool. Who do you have pictures of that keep you in a job? You are no expert, you’re a simple minded talking head.
Alas, he lives. He got the flu or something for a day or two last week, but he’s back. He chatters, he jabbers, he yells, yells, yells! He’s Richard Simmons with a basketball. When I saw Billy Mays doing promos for March Madness, I was glad I sold my shotgun. It’s probably embarrassing to appear in the newspaper as “local man shoots television.”:smack:
