Moohead Radio

A Cow had no faith in the Cavs. Here’s your chance to whizz all over him. Leave your insulting comments here.

Wizards 98 Cavs 86. Then game 7. What do YOU think?

In all honesty, there are 2 things I want to get off my chest.

1) The Cavs blew it so badly, I don’t want to talk about it today. At all. They’re not worth the effort.

2) I am becoming increasingly sickened by lurkers in the chat room every show, who find it necessary to badmouth the show, its hosts and its callers. Let me call you out.

One guy sits in there and pisses and moans when we talk about American Idol for 2 minutes because “this is supposed to be a sports show”. Well…here’s your answer. It’s MY fucking show. I put in 3 hours a day on this shit to entertain lame brains like yourself. If you don’t like the topic, you can always CALL IN…a service I PAY FOR. But that would be asking too much. Instead, you just whine like a bitch. Do me a favor. If you’re just gonna lurk and criticize…LEAVE. You do the show no good, and you obviously have nothing to offer.

Another guy types “Its goddamn Tony on the phone again…take him off”. Here’s my answer. Get off your ass and call, asswipe. Add something to the show. If you’d call in, I wouldn’t have to let Tony on 4 times a show. See how it works?

Another guy rips on my co-host, while he fondles his privates. He’s called in once in 3 years, and when he did it was about frisbee golf. Nice. That qualifies him to criticize Lee. Here’s my answer. Call in about sports, so Lee and I don’t have to carry 60 minutes worth of show every day.

We have some great callers. Jim Giles, Goldfinger, Steve, Sam, Rick Maxwell, John Jr and Sr. They make a solid contribution. Even Tony and his enormous cell phone tab makes an effort to contribute every day.

To the silent majority…GET OFF YOUR ASSES and call the show. Or write intelligible sports stuff in the chatroom like Rob does.

The LIVE show is 100% better when we have many voices on air. Mike Brown cannot motivate his players, but maybe I can motivate some of you to stop being voyeurs and start being participants. Capiche????

The Michael Reghi call:

LeBron with the ball out front. Dribble left. Double teamed…passes to West in the corner…for the 3…BANG! BANG! BANG! The Pride of St Joe’s in Philly just knocked down the biggest shot of his life, and may well have knocked down the playoff hopes of the Washington Wizards for the 3rd year in a row.

The Fred McLeod call:

Are we on? I can’t see anything in the monitor. Austin??? Where’d Austin go? I guess Austin’s going to the sidelines for a post game interview. I don’t know why. Cavs by 2. No. It’s tied. LeBron out front. He shoots…no its a pass to Delonte. He shoots. GOOD! Lucky #13. Well…13 CAN be lucky, and it was today in Washington. Not that I thought it was luck…Goodnight everyone.

Well, the series is now on. A swaggering DeShawn Stevenson shit all over the Cavaliers, as Eddie Jordan figured out that he doesn’t need Gilbert Arenas. Along with every other Wizards player, they combined to force the Cavs to lick their sweaty balls.

“They didn’t feel us” said a battered Mike Brown as blood poured from his rectum. “Now I know what the Dufrane guy felt in the Shawshank Redemption.”

Big Z was philosophical: “I told you the shots would drop, that I wouldn’t do shit, and they’d come back and win the series. I’m not negative. I’m Lithuanian and don’t always sleep well”

LeBron put it in perspective:”It’s just one game, plus I’ll be on TV at least one extra time now. Soulja Boy just came in my ass.”

Joe Tait vomited uncontrollably late in the third quarter. “At first I thought it was the 5th hot dog I ate. Then I realized it wasn’t the wiener. I was watching Devin Brown being sodomized by 3 Wizards”.

Game 4 happens Sunday. The Cavs need to stop the bleeding. “Do they make ass tampons?” asked a despondent Mike Brown.

You know you’re a Wizard fan when:

Your coach tells the team to mug the other team, but forgets about running plays.

Your assassin has one knee and one hand

“Trouble” now means something very different

Your defensive specialist holds LeBron to 31 a game.

You’re frantically Googling “Wally” to figure out how to spell his last name in your blog.

When LeBron shits on you twice and you call it a “fragrant-2″

The plot twist is “the Butler didn’t do it”

You see Antawn Jamison at Sharper Image buying a GPS to determine where the basket is.

The closest thing your point guard got to penetration was between the sheets the night before.

When you turn to Roger Mason Jr for instant offense.

Mooooooooooooooooo

Despite your lack of faith, a Cow’s belief in the Cavs proved correct in a stirring 30 point blowout. LeBron’s 30-12-9 game, Wally’s big night, and the return of Boobie’s “J” highlighted the big night.

Don’t claim that you called this one, Calf. Tonight, the world can kiss my hoof.

Moo

Who else can be losing by two, stick his head in the opposing team’s huddle, taunt them, and then proceed to miss the important shot? Why of course, Rasheed the Big Bootied fool. The same guy who got himself tossed in the deciding game last year against the Cavs.

Rasheed….this is a calendar. It reads 2008. Not 2005. Unlike the wooly mammoth who woke up one day and found the climate changing, you refuse to wake up. You think you can still turn it on at will. But you and Mr Big Shot are old. You got your fat asses beat up the court by a young, inexperienced team. Your fans booed you because you looked feeble.

You should be able to bounce back, Sheed. But by the time you get to Orlando, your ass is gonna be tired. Really dragging. Maxiell’s gonna steal your minutes, loser. Only Stucky and some other guys will even have hops. You will lose, and Dumars will be forced to make moves.

Hey ‘Sheed. Wake up.

4-20 in the final quarter, and Arenas almost shot his number down the stretch, as Jamison, Stevenson, Arenas and Butler show their mettle one more time. Settling for wild jump shots with the game in the balance, Eddie Jordan again proved incapable of corralling his team when it counted.

The Cavs are not very good. And the Wizards are better on paper. But there was Arenas at the end yelling at Phil Hubbard on the bench as Cleveland walked off with their 7th win in a row against Washington.

Character is an invisible attribute, but one that determines playoff series. LeBron has it. The Wizards don’t.

BTW, Arenas has no explosion off the dribble. The Cavs gotta stay in his shirt all series long and force him to put it on the floor and try to finish in a crowd.

Controversial call?

How can ESPN call the submarine foul against Samuel Dalembert controversial, when the big man himself KNEW he had committed the foul? Right after the play, Dalembert obviously heard the whistle. He winced, with his best bitter beer face. He raised his damn hand. What more do you want? A few TV angles? He headbutted and shouldered Devon Brown in the midsection after the ball left his hand. The impact made the ball careen wildly.

My final piece of evidence: Tell your team to run off the floor.

Even though I’ve seen this tactic at least 10 times in pro sports (Ravens vs Browns, even Mr Potato Head did it once), nothing is more of an admission of guilt. If you’re so sure it wasn’t a foul, why not keep your guys out there to view the replay with the refs?

One more thing. Andre Miller’s wandering in the lane before the first free throw is bullshit. Refs should allow players to drop some trash before the guy steps up to the line, but there should be a rule that once he’s at the line, no one can go into the lane to distact the shooter. But the ref allowed it, almost as a peace offering to Mo Cheeks and his agitated squad.

I smell DeShaun Stevenson on his way to Cleveland. God help his sorry ass.