Why is this guy CONSTANTLY on the radio as some sort of "voice of the Jets fans"? He is on WFAN and ESPN radio EVERYDAY. Beningo, Mike and Dog, Stephen A Smith, Michael Kay, overnights..etc, etc Does anyone know how he could possible get thru so often. I have never wasted my time to call any of these shows but I hear callers say they have been trying for years to get through. Do these shows give out private #s for "special callers"? Of course it seems these special callers are all the suckups to the hosats. Does anyone have an idea?
He seems like a nice guy, and is obviously an avid Jets fan... BUT he is ALWAYS kissing up to Francessa, who thinks just because he knows Bill Parcells, he is some kind of gridiron guru... Francessa knows NADA about football or basketball either for that matter... Does Ira have a job? Is he a professional Jets fan? I guess he comes from old money or something and can afford to just call in to the radio all day, go to all Jets practices, etc... He also ALWAYS sees every Jets situation through totally rose colored glasses... He gets kind of annoying...
I guess my point was how does he get on the air SO OFTEN? As I said, there are people who come on and say they have a busy signal for years..so even if Ira does nothing but hit redial there is no way he could get thru so often? Is there such a thing as a "private number" given to certain callers to allow them to get thru. And, by the way, he offers nothing as far as insight..I guess he just likes to hear his own voice.
I know Ira personally, he is my best friends Uncle. He is a nice guy and he is doesn know a lot about the team.
I never said he wasn't a nice guy. But i don't speak this language: "He is a nice guy and he is doesn know a lot about the team." Does that mean you think he does know alot or doesn't know alot?
Who cares? He's just another long suffering Jets fan, and he's usually pretty okay. He's optimistic and fairly intelligent. It's not like he's a loudmouth idiot. My uncle Pete from Syosset used to call regularly to Mike and the Maddog, and two of my uncles grew up with MadDog. They speed people through sometimes, I'm sure it's a matter of making nice with the screener and being a regular. -X-
Here's my Staten Island Tale. Some friends from my tailgate hail from there. It's where we gather to watch JETS PO Games. Oakland, Spittsburgh...that ought to tell you that place is rife with...something. Anyway, a twenty something son of one the guys who is friends with one of OUR guys at our tailgate who lives on Staten Island takes me aside one Sunday in the Parking Lot last season. He starts to say something, and then stops mid-sentence and asks, "Uh, are you from Staten Island?" "No." "OK, whew. Good. Here's my story about The Island That Time Forgot. I have this friend from Staten Island. That place is peppered with weirdos, I swear. He has this quirk. He can't watch anyone eat a hotdog. He vomits on cue. I've never seen anything like it. He can look at a pack of Nathan's or Sabretts and be fine. He can look at it on the plate and be fine. But as soon as he sees someone eating one, he will puke right where he's standing. On a NYC street corner walking past a pushcart, at the Mets game. So I'm like, Dude, what's that all about. He said it may have something to do with a stomach virus he had when he was a kid, but he can't really remember." "Yes, well, it's not hard to puke at a Mets game." "NO! I've witnessed it. More than once. No drinking involved, sober as anything. The pushcart thing, I was there for that, too. And a Fourth of July party, this other friend of mine and the Puker both liked the same girl. So the second friend walked over to them and started eating a hotdog to get the advantage. Yep, turned his head sideways and hurled without skipping a beat. He doesn't even heave." I was shrieking at that point. "So now you can walk around telling people 'you know fellers like that'. It must be all the sludge they dumped in Arthur Kill." "Yeah. I have even MORE stories about that place." "Do tell..." And he did. I...what? Ira. Right. EDIT: Couldn't let this go without a Herman Edwards reference. Which is in fact how that whole Staten Island Story came up in the first place. Yep. Hehehe. :lol:
Jetophile, that is too weird. Has he ever gone to therapy for some sort of oral fixation refluxive association? There is something subconscious going on that triggers that response. Did you supe up your monkey? It seems to be vibrating faster today?
I...what? We could use this guy in the slot. Gotta run... But before I do, who is Stan Island? Just a thought.
