I remember when listening to a sports radio show was a good way to hear scores, updates on your local teams and players, interviews with sports analysts, and the occasional human interest story.
However, if you find yourself in central Alabama in the afternoon, you are instead forced to choose between a static-filled AM sports talk show and a man named Paul Finebaum.
If you've never heard of Finebaum, like most people outside the state lines of Alabama, his show can be described as Jerry Springer on the radio—if the topic was perpetually "I Married My Sister and We're Being Evicted From Our Trailer."
I've lived within reach of the Finebaum broadcast for about three years now, and I have yet to meet anyone who listens to his show.
Is it because I work with white-collar professionals, who exceed the two-digit I.Q. maximum required to call his program, or are people simply embarrassed to admit that they engage in what might be perceived as a "guilty pleasure?"
Let me give you an example of a typical segment of the Finebaum show.
I'm sure most of you have heard of the story from SEC Media Days in Birmingham—home of the Finebaum s...
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