Breaking Down The Entire NYC Saga Yesterday With Dente and Big Cat
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Today on Red Line Radio we broke down the entire Chicago-NYC-Chicago ordeal. Do us a solid and get us some downloads. But for all yous who like a good long form blog, this is how it all started:
On Monday morning we received this email from our Commander in Chief and I damn near shit my drawers:
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Because the Yankees crew did this:
Foul, disgusting, abhorrent behavior.
But after I realized the email wasn’t directed at myself or anyone else in Chicago it was whatever to me. Sent out this tweet because it finally wasn’t me who fucked something up…
… and I figured I’d only be sitting back and watching the Yankees slobs get shit on for the next day or two. But ho hum, because god hates me, I got dragged into it:
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I get on the horn with Big Cat to figure out logistics on how to make this happen. Explain to him that I have a wedding in Phoenix that I leave for Thursday AM, so I needed to get in/get out because I still had a ton of shit to do for it. Boom, done. Kinda…not really at all. Flight got delayed and the rest is history.
We broke down the entire rest of the saga on Red Line Radio today with both Big Cat and Dente. Loaded show as this was maybe the weirdest thing to ever happen to me.
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Housekeeping notes:
– Big Cat has coworkers’ backs completely and totally, so please stop saying he didn’t with this ordeal. He does more for people behind the scenes than anyone realizes. Without him, myself and the 4 Chicago guys at the very least aren’t working here. I’m not mad at him for “throwing me under the bus” (because he didn’t, we had non-public text convos about what to do both during the delay and after I got to the office) so you shouldn’t be either.
– Dente immediately sending me back wasn’t really why I was so pissed off. Dick move? You can make your own call on that. I explain what infuriated me in the podcast, so go listen to find out why (cough Ethan cough), but Dente sending me back right away was only a small part of it. In fact he did me a favor. I didn’t have to stay in Manhattan any longer than I needed to for one, and two… in what world would it be Dente, Big Cat and myself be in some controversy and my dumbass is the one that comes out looking like the good guy to Barstool Nation? Go fucking figure.
– Yes, my anxiety was through the roof as soon as my flight got delayed. I called Dan having a spazz attack. I tried to spin it as best I could, but I was freaking the FUCK out the entire flight and cab ride to the office. If anyone thinks I was all happy about this as I rolled up in the 3rd inning or whatever, know you’re wrong
– I haven’t really slept a wink in the last two days. Got home at 11pm or so central time, grabbed a beef from Fatso’s Last Stand, turned some whiskey into piss (now that I’m a whiskey guy) and went to the Chicago office for some social media stuff
– Did I mention we had both Big Cat and Dente on the show to give their takes on the entire evening? I did? Okay awesome, now go unsubscribe/resubscribe/rate 5 stars and drop a review saying “WSD is a lard ass” (I am, gotta hit the tread more)
– my dad doesn’t do the internet. Extremely blue collar. He doesn’t know what my job really entails and hates that I’m not pounding concrete or building houses for a living. That said, this text from him couldn’t have been worse timing:
He had zero clue I was even in NYC or sparring with Dente all day. Goddamnit dad
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– It was crystal clear in Chicago and NYC yesterday. Just so happened we had to switch pilots and the only flight that got delayed out of O’Hare to LGA yesterday was mine:
There was a handful of other united flights I could have gotten on, and was on standby for a few, but they were all booked to the brim. The best course of action was for me to get on my flight, which boarded at 1130 after the delay, but we sat on the tarmac until around 1pm central. That’s where it all went to hell. I was in constant contact with Big Cat as this was going down, and again, I was freaking out. Anxiety through the roof. And Dan was probably wildly annoyed with it.
All in all I ain’t mad at it. I knew I’d be walking into a buzz saw and that there wasn’t a better person in the company to do the live stream than Ellie and though I didn’t get to see it, have heard from everyone and their mother that she killed it. So even though my day sucked ass, I am glad it happened. People got a kick out of it and it was a talking point, so as long as the live stream went well that’s all I care about, even if it means my day completely sucked.
Go White Sox. OMW to Phoenix tomorrow, catch ya’ll soon