Richie Whitt has finally made good on his promise to write the tell-all regarding the end of Greg Williams' run on The Ticket last fall. He's posted a bit of sneak peek on the soon-to-be-great (or is it there already) Sportatorium.
There's interest in the story, no doubt. Readership of this ridiculous blog hit (relatively) stratospheric heights while I was posting the occasional tidbit from Richie and others. No doubt Sportatorium is seeing much more (and much more deserved) traffic just from today's missive. This week's Observer ought to fairly fly off the racks.
Here we are, six to seven months down the road, and I have to tell you that I don't miss Greggo one bit. The show is better now than it was with him stumbling and mis-speaking himself into radio oblivion. Rhynes, Corby, and Danny all seem to be having more fun than previously and, as a result, so am I.
This is a cautionary tale if ever there was one, and I can't wait to read the whole thing.
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