Howie Carr thread week of June 15, 2008

WCRN may also have it http://www.wcrnradio.com
but who knows

also it’s under Talk and Comedy (WRKO) on Screamer Radio
(I have it on now but every now and then it stops,
“buffering”.
Sox lead 7-4, bottom 7th inning. Maybe no Howie till 4:15
at this rate?

Sox game over—they win 7-4—so Howie should be back on
WRKO, WXTK, WCRN, and WNTK within 15 min or so (4:30, 4:35,
depends on length of post game show)

Thu show ping; the full 4 hours on WRKO since there’s no
Sox game

Howie let out Happy’s real name last night when he noted that someone named “Matthew Burke” was one of the ruffians
arrested at the Celtics celebration the other night! “What
a stupid name,” laughed Matt—er, Happy.

Column ping, also show ping for Fri. Howie remote
from Meredith NH. Col Hunt will be in for Howie on Mon.

Front-runner-itis and Knucklehead Nation
By Howie Carr | Friday, June 20, 2008 | http://www.bostonherald.com

So let me see if I’ve got this straight.

“We” just won the NBA championship.

And last fall, “we” won the World Series.

Unfortunately, in February, “they” lost the Super Bowl to the New York Giants.

If the Centers for Disease Control want to study a full-blown epidemic of sports front-runner-itis, they should come to Boston. It used to be, the open and gross jock-sniffing was confined to the sports pages - the Toy Department, as the late George Frazier called it, that section of the newspaper where seldom is heard a discouraging word.

But now the unctuous cheerleading has oozed out into everything. For the second time in eight months, everyone is a homer, a smarmy sports Babbitt. Mumbles Menino is calling Boston “Title Town.” What Boston has really become is Knucklehead Nation, to borrow another of Hizzoner’s favorite words.

Good God, another “rolling rally” yesterday. Isn’t one Hempfest per year more than enough? Hey, sports fans - nobody cares if you get drunk. But stay where you belong, in your mom’s basement. Please, don’t come to Boston to do number one in the street. Gary Zerola, this means you!

I love the idiots who throng into Boston for these parades. Duh, they say, I’m takin’ da day off. The day off from what? The methadone clinic? If you were wondering why it took so long to get an order of fries at McDonald’s, I have two words for you. Sweet Seventeen.

Look, I like sports , too. But everything in moderation, and everything in its place - including parades. The time for parades is the weekend, not the middle of the week, even if it is Bunker Hill Week. Believe it or not, there are still people around here - granted, not many - who still have to go to work in the morning.

In the wake of the post-game disturbances Tuesday night - minor by recent Boston standards - even Mumbles Menino denounces “morons.” But Mumbles is just cashing in on this latest epidemic of jock-sniffery. This is a dolt who used to urge people to go to “Red Sock” games, who just last fall was talking about riding “the ducks” and watching everything on the “jumbletroms.” And how about that “Papelbaum,” am I right, Mumbles?

Now, he seems to have taken elocution lessons in anticipation of this latest outbreak of municipal derriere-kissing. As part of his new persona, Mumbles this week has taken to speaking very slowly.

Come . . . on . . . down . . . but . . . we . . . aren’t . . . going . . . to . . . . tolerate . . . any . . . nonsense.

Oh . . . yes . . . you . . . are.

Is it my imagination or is there a connection between the dumbing-down of the American populace and the rise of Knucklehead Nation? After the game Tuesday night, I saw a young woman on TV screaming about how “we pummbled them.”

Pummble - not pummel, and certainly not humble. Pummbled. Have another Stoli, honey.

A couple of years ago, you literally couldn’t give away tickets to the Celtics [team stats]. I know, because I was trying to give them away, and nobody would take them, not if I had Bickford’s gift certificates in hand as well, that is. One Friday night, I was at the game, and Steve Buckley came by with the halftime stats sheet, chuckling. At the bottom of the sheet, the Celts list the celebrities attending that night’s game. That night there was one “celebrity” listed - me.

“No offense, Howie,” Buckley said. “But if you’re the biggest celeb in the crowd, there’s nobody here tonight.”

I couldn’t agree more, Steve. Don’t worry, the Garden will be a celeb-free zone again one day, you can count on that. One thing about Knucklehead Nation: Like the old song says, they will never forget you till somebody new comes along.

Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/opinion/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1102028

Wow, Howie’s got his knickers all in a bunch, probably because he couldn’t get near his favorite restaurant(s) yesterday due to the extra visitors to town.

Lighten up, fat-boy! Sporting champions have been saluted by their home towns longer than you’ve been chowing down on Dunkin’ Donuts.