I listened to the Jim Rome radio show the next day. You know, back when Jim Rome was still grinding his vocal chords so he could sound edgy? In the early days he sounded like a middle schooler calling the liquor store to see if they’d deliver beer.
Anyway, that was totally real. Rome sounded so sore all day, griping about how Everett would trash his set like that. He finally settled down when Eddie from Orange called in to say next time, be sure to hold your coffee cup so your shirt doesn’t get all dirty.
Jim Everett’s stature got even higher in my eyes after that.
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