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Talking From His Underpants


MIAMI (Special to TSD After Dark) There is a guy who does a sports radio show.  He fancies himself to be controversial. He likes to stir it up. He’s a ratings grabber. At least that’s what I’m told.  Her used to do his show in Miami. I’m not sure where he is now.  

This guy had no idea idea (or maybe he did) how cushy he had it.  He was able to broadcast his live call-in show from his bedroom.  His bedroom folks! 

Now it has been said, certain people talk “out their ass.”  This guy talked from his underpants.  Because that’s all he wore during the show. He confessed this to me on several occasions.  

“Tommy,” he said. “When I talk to Carlos from Hialeah or Wendy from Coral Springs, especially Wendy from Coral Springs, I’m in my underpants. I’m a ball-scratching, beer burping, slob who gets paid big money to talk sports from his bedroom in his underpants. I don’t have to deal with the suits. I don’t have to look at anyone but myself in the mirror, and I love it.”

Well, good for you.  We should all be so lucky. Or have been so lucky.  I’m told he’s moved on from sports to do a more politically charged show somewhere in the Midwest.  I don’t know if he’s doing the show from his bedroom in his underpants anymore.  But as a society we’re moving in that direction.  In my circle of friends and associates, I find more people working from home.  

There are of course pros and cons to this.  The pros are you can work in your underpants. You don’t have the commute.  A con might be never socializing with anyone.  You begin to become, well, antisocial. And this guy really is/was antisocial. His connection to the outside world was his radio show and a trip to the grocery store. Beyond that?  Your guess is as good as mine.  

He may talk from his underpants, maybe even his heart.  But there’s probably a lot of loneliness rattling around up in his brain.

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