At the last Dumb Guy Deep Cuts board meeting (drunk texting each other two hours after we all should have gone to bed) we decided we'd finally get this shit show rolling in the New Year, but on deeper, dumber reflection we realized that this week is prime Dumb Guy time. Let's be real, if you're not already off from work, you're phoning it in so hard you might as well be. You're also likely bloated and hungover, and it really makes no sense to do anything about that since you'll be doing it all over again next weekend for New Years. So what better time to argue about which 90's bands incorporated the best guttural screeches into their music. We hope you enjoy.
I live in New York City, where people only own cars in order to complain about having cars. The absence of an automobile in my life has mainly been something I’m pretty ok with, however, I definitely miss sports talk radio. In my opinion listening to the callers on your average sports show is the quickest way to gain an understanding of the community in whatever part of the world you happen to be driving through. Don’t get me wrong, you usually come away with a very unflattering understanding, but after two years in which my fellow man has disappointed endlessly, I’m nostalgic for the kind of low stakes disappointment I felt whenever I’d tune into Mike Francesa. This problem could be solved with a $10 trip to any thrift store or by downloading any number of free radio apps, but instead I’m going to use this space to air my garbage sports takes. Fire Joe Judge! ESPN reported yesterday that the Giants are sticking with Joe Judge and Daniel Jones at least through next seas...
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