MOLI VIEW™

There's no truth to the rumor that a newly divorced Shaquille O'Neal will augment his NBA earnings by starring in a porn flick called Tell Me How My Asp Tastes.

But I kinda wish it were true, as these are the dog days of summer sports news, betwixt the moment that Olympics sports begin to resonate and the opening of NFL training camps. Last week, the second string of ESPN Radio flogged rumors of Brett Favre's return and A-Rod and Madonna's coupling so aimlessly I actually tuned in to the stomach-stapling local retards over on AM 570.

I love good radio, even when its politics appall me, even when it's actually better on TV. I've even had my share of solid radio moments. Wish I had the tape of the last time I was on Dan LeBatard's show 'cuz it was a singular ESPN moment. He asked about Chris Webber's airport pot bust and I digressed, saying that Mary Jane should be served on the plane. (The best radio I've been a part of? NPR's On the Media, also back in the day. Any radio piece that features Stuart Scott, Talib Kweli, and Raymond Roker with an outro from Little Richard is pretty hot shit.)

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