
One of the best things about this job is that people from all over the country email me interesting stories about people in sports and the media that they've met. I received one such email today, about the blogosphere's favorite radio host, Schrutebag, AKA "Colin Cowherd." Of course, I can't say with any confidence that this is a true story, but I want it to be true, and really, that's good enough for the journalistic standards of With Leather (Editor's note: there are no journalistic standards at With Leather). At the very least, it stays true to the theme of "Schrutebag is a cowardly asshole" that seems to keep popping up these days.
Without further ado, here's the email, edited only for typos because I'm obsessive-compulsive that way:
A quick Colin Cowherd story you might enjoy. A couple years back some wrestler died suddenly and Cowherd went off on him and his family and was pretty brutal about it because he hates professional wrestling. Now I haven't watched wrestling in like 10 years, but from what I understand he was just being a dick to get wrestling fans to call in so he could make fun of them. Fast forward a year later. Cowherd is in Miami for who the fuck knows and my buddy is grabbing a drink with a friend at some patio bar. Now my friend is a big guy, but he was there with a guy that dwarfs him. Said guy, we'll call him Jeff, is training to be a pro wrestler. Someone at the bar says there is an espn radio guy in the bar named colin cow-something. Now Jeff is a pretty calm guy and well-educated, but he can't resist. This is the following exchange:
Jeff: "Hey Colin, big fan. I used to listen to you when I lived in New York last year."Colin: "Thanks man, always appreciate it. You sure you didn't play for the Giants?"*They share fake laugh*Jeff: "Actually, I've been training the last 3 years of my life to be a pro-wrestler."Colin: long pause of silence. "Oh….uh….that's great man, good luck."Jeff: "Thanks Colin. But remember when you insulted wrestling fans and called ALL wrestlers a bunch of needle-injecting losers who deserve their terrible fate?"Colin: "Uh….uh…that's just radio man. It's pretty much all an act. Half the time we just make stuff up"Jeff: "So can I get an apology?"Colin: "Yeah, I'm sorry man. didn't mean to insult a fan"Jeff: "I'm not a fan, you're a piece of shit and you better hope I never see you again"Colin: *blank stare*Jeff: "Got it?"Colin: "yup" (nodding profusely)Jeff: *Just stares at him for about 30 seconds to make him feel uncomfortable, then walks away*Best part is that the bartender told him that he saw Schrutebag puking in the bathroom about 5 minutes later. I would havepayedpaid a ton to see this happen!
So, is it true? Maybe, maybe not. And by "maybe not" I mean "almost definitely." I'll update this post with regard to the date and specific location of the run-in when my tipster gets back to me. Until then, revel in the third-hand truthiness.
TIPSTER'S UPDATE: "Delano Beach Bar in South Beach. He says it was the 2nd week of the season because he was in Miami for the Bills-Dolphins game. So I'm assuming that's sometime in mid-september. I would have looked it up but I'm lazy and that's your job, right? And because someone asked about it in the comments; no, he didn't make it as a wrestler yet, but my buddy says he's still does independent stuff outside of his real job."


“Got it?” needs to be the blogosphere’s “Let’s roll”.
+Points for using truthiness in its correct form.
What’s that? Standards? Don’t talk about– standards? You kidding me? Standards? I just hope I get laid!
No, this definitely happened. Because I WANT it to be so, so much.
He was right about one thing: it is just radio. That’s all he’ll ever be, a radio guy. Schrutebag has a face born for radio.
also, the chick in that pic is pretty fuckable, unless its cowturd’s wife. if thats the case, she should be disinfected and quarantined until she dies.
It’s the KSK post talking here, but that photo makes Cowpie look like the post-op Jerry Jones. He probably takes pride in that. “Jerry spent millions to look like this, but I got this face from generations of inbreeding!”
I want it to be true, too. But does “Jeff” have to protected, or did he just ask to be? Is he a professional wrestler now? I don’t like wrestling and I never watch it – though I wouldn’t voice my disinterest (or in Cuntnuts’s case, disgust) after a wrestler dies – but I’d love to root for this guy if he made it.
How apropos for Easter that the week one great vagina died (rip Jenna Jamesons Vagina) one rose to national prominence in its place(welcome, schrutebag)…however I don’t think Cowherd’s got the labia that dreams are made of
you missed one – “paid”
(because i’m obsessive compulsive that way)
Spain Train?
choo choo
For the record, the pro wrestler who died suddenly that Cowherd ripped was Eddie Guerrero – who had previous drug problems but had beaten his addictions. He passed from heart failure, due in part to the abuse his body had taken from the drugs. It was pretty big news back in 2005 when he died as the former champ had just come off a big program in the WWE, plus he was still quite young.
Everytime a Cowherd pukes a blogger gets his wings.
I thought that came with the “ding”?
Good Lord, I hate that man. I never have liked the prick, either. And it’s good to see that at least the new ESPN ombudsman hates him, too.
Actually Hank Scorpio, the autopsy of Eddie concluded that it was a natural death, not drug related.
If everyone stopped listening to Schrutebag, he’d get fired, become unemployed, and possibly kill himelf. So, turn off your radios when that homersexual is on.
The story was solid in my book. (I won’t let the puking part of the story throw me off despite how much of an exaggeration it is.)
Cowherd’s a cock…he also swiped a bit off of the “M Zone” blog about a year back…I wish those guys could run into him in a bar somewhere!!!!
I wish the story ended with Jeff ripping Colin’s still beating heart out of his chest, a la Temple of Doom, but as far as scaring the shit out of him, that’ll work too…
“Shut up! You know what’s you’re looking at? You are looking at 245 pounds of twisted steel and drop-your-bony-butt-to-the-curb appeal. I will body slam you so hard that you will poop your bald pants. Hear me? Don’t you ever… ever… ever point another finger at my kids again, because if you do, I will break it off and shove it right up your sphincter.”
And then there was the run-in with Crazy Eyez Killah….
Nice channeling of Thor the Wrestler, BDD.