
Here are hunky Notre Dame quarterbacks Joe Montana and Brady Quinn, two ships passing before/after their consecutive appearances on the Mike and the Mad Dog Show here on Radio Row.
It's amazing the kind of awe a legendary quarterback inspires in these here sports maniacs. One guy practically fainted after Joe Namath signed his football. And people trail Montana like interstellar dust after a comet. Wait. That simile's too classy. People trail Montana like herpes outbreaks after a Michael Vick road game. Like Namath, Montana will always be a star during Super Bowl Week. Brady Quinn? Eh, where's his ring? He's just a hunk of delicious man-meat.
What did they talk about? I dunno. Probably poon.


“So Brady, how did it feel to lead your team back from behind to win that bowl game?”
“Um, I never won a bowl game Joe”
“I know, pussy”
If they’re talking about Joe’s wife Jennifer I want in on that conversation.
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Montana looks more and more like Barry Manilow…and the fact I know that is truly disturbing.
Brady’s rack is almost equal to Spain’s
Brady Quinn went to my high school. He may wear foundation and have better groomed eye brows than I do, but he’s still dreamy.
Brady Quinn is supposed to be hot? WTH?