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so i thought i would try this diary thing. Some people will try and tell you that this thing is called a "journal" but its really a diary. Yes, i am a guy with a diary. Whatya gonna do about it? Yeah thats what i thought. A guy with a diary is kinda like a guy with a purse. So basically im a guy with a purse. Long story short, i thought i would put in the email that i sent my idol Tony Kornheiser on the last day of his radioshow, and he read it on air. I thought i was gonna cry. And thats all i got. (Oh and by the way, horny might as well be my default mood cause i can tell ya it aint gonna change.)
Dear Mr. Tony,
I know this will be a day filled with sappy and schmaltzy e-mails, and mine is no exception. I am a senior in high school, and my dad and I have been loyal listeners to your show for about five years. While listening to your show yesterday, you made a remark saying that radio is different than other Mediums, in that it is personal. I cannot agree with that statement anymore. You only further perpetuated my lifelong desire of pursuing a career in sports journalism. You showed me that broadcasting sports can be entertaining while at the same time remaining intelligent. Moreover, I also found that you and your show gave my dad and me priceless hours of father-son bonding and laughter. This morning alone, we spent about thirty minutes constructing a Rube Goldberg like device to tape your show. However, my dad and I would like to suggest that you wipe out the “five good minutes” portion of PTI and replace it with you just ranting on about Maggie and making as many “Wilbon’s America” jokes as you can possibly fit into five minute. I mean who really wants to hear from athletes anyways! I know that you have a son my age, and I am sure he’s like every other seventeen year old son, in that he thinks his dad is a dope. I just would like to let you know that there is one seventeen year old in the world that thinks you are (as the kids’ say) cool. I guess that you can say that at a ripe seventeen I am already fat, orange, and balding.
Thanks again,
Jeff Marks
Austin, Texas
Dear Mr. Tony,
I know this will be a day filled with sappy and schmaltzy e-mails, and mine is no exception. I am a senior in high school, and my dad and I have been loyal listeners to your show for about five years. While listening to your show yesterday, you made a remark saying that radio is different than other Mediums, in that it is personal. I cannot agree with that statement anymore. You only further perpetuated my lifelong desire of pursuing a career in sports journalism. You showed me that broadcasting sports can be entertaining while at the same time remaining intelligent. Moreover, I also found that you and your show gave my dad and me priceless hours of father-son bonding and laughter. This morning alone, we spent about thirty minutes constructing a Rube Goldberg like device to tape your show. However, my dad and I would like to suggest that you wipe out the “five good minutes” portion of PTI and replace it with you just ranting on about Maggie and making as many “Wilbon’s America” jokes as you can possibly fit into five minute. I mean who really wants to hear from athletes anyways! I know that you have a son my age, and I am sure he’s like every other seventeen year old son, in that he thinks his dad is a dope. I just would like to let you know that there is one seventeen year old in the world that thinks you are (as the kids’ say) cool. I guess that you can say that at a ripe seventeen I am already fat, orange, and balding.
Thanks again,
Jeff Marks
Austin, Texas