If it feels like Mike Greenberg and Mike Golic have been peeing into your ear through your radio dial for ten years now, it’s because they have. Their radio show, the one where they “talk” about “sports” each morning, “celebrates” it’s tenth anniversary this week, even though it was in October. But never mind. From My FOX Orlando:

ESPN Radio’s “Mike & Mike in the Morning”will celebrate the show’s 10th anniversary at the newly re-imagined ESPN Wide World of Sports Complex at Walt Disney World Resort on Wednesday, Feb. 24 (6-10 a.m. ET). ESPN Radio’s popular morning-drive show hosted by Mike Greenberg and Mike Golic launched in January 2000. Today the show is heard (and seen on ESPN2) by more than 12 million listeners each–

Pfffft. Whatever. Hey, they’re having a great run, but don’t call it sports talk. It’s gay schtick powered by ESPN’s affiliates, and maybe every 15 minutes they’ll talk about Tony Romo. Great sports show, guys. And I meant “gay” as in actually gay. I’m sure they have a cottage up in Vermont somewhere. Vermont’s a little chilly this time of year, but that makes for better snuggling. Better anniversary here.

ESPN’s effeminate radio host Mike Greenberg (not pictured, because pool just isn’t his game, yo) apologized for dropping a racial slur in a program reset during his radio show, “Mike and Mike in the Morning” yesterday. For some reason the peoples of the internet are getting credit for having brought Greenberg to contrition, but those same occupants in the Series of Tubes should also be scored with creating a mountain out of a molehill. Read the rest of this entry »

The broadcast team of Itchy & Scratchy and POOCHIE Mike and Mike and Mike did a great job last night. Monday Night Football: come for the fantasy impact, but stay for the old man sweaty ball-hustling.  Thanks, ESPN!

(…and thanks to reader/Nobel Laureate Brammer for the screencap.  And for the cold sweat of 7 hours of nightmares.)

Update: Just saw that Deadspin had this on the live-blog last night. That little slut Brammer must get around.

Memo to Mr. Greenberg: Your wife isn't the only person who thinks you're an idiot:

That was difficult to watch. Why do all white guys who grew up in the the suburbs feel the need to bust out the one rap song they've memorized with little or no prompting? This is enough to make me stop listening to the radio, which is a real shame because I love my radio.  I like it loud. I'm the man with the box that can rock the crowd. Walking down the street, to my hardcore beat, while my JVC vibrates the concrete . . . -KD 

(Thanks to Awful Announcing for the lame defness.)