Jimmy Boyo

Jimmy boyo...Jim Traber you are so sissified. Like that? I stole it from you. Traber you sure can run your mouth, and yet for someone who is a sports talk radio host you don't talk much sports. Instead of your tired old shit you serve up -Seinfeld updates, I mean really- how about talking some sports. Tell me what's going on with the Sooners, which should take all of twenty minutes, then the Cowboys and little Tulsa thrown in and we have your first hour.

Then, instead of telling me again how you were a color commentator for the Diamondbacks -oh where you got a World Series ring. Breakdown Monday Night Football, give me an analysis of who will win and why. Give me some reason to believe you have the right pick. When Al ask why you think the Saints will be able to run against the Falcons, please don't say, "I don't know, I just do." Give me a reason why Atlanta isn't going to stop them cold.

Let me think a minute...hmmm...you won't talk about the WNBA and soccer, for that matter nothing you consider a sissified sport. Ever wonder why women don't listen to you? Fear. Every time you yell over and scream at a call every women remembers some man who bullied them. Believe this if you believe nothing else I say, ALL women have had a man in their life bully them usually their father. I know, how about a update of the teams who will have cars in the 24 Hour endurance race at Le Mans, possibly one of the biggest racing events in the world. I know it's not a sport, right? Sissified, right? Real men do it in the rain at night.

Dough Boyo! Come out, come out where ever you are, I am calling your sissified punk ass out. Get out here and take my call, idiot, come out and prove you're the Ultimate. Oh...oh...I am so sorry! You can't form a coherent sentence? That's why you were a jock? That's why you dropped out and went to play baseball?