As we previously noted, Big Mikey Francesa was on vacation for quite awhile.
Judging by his lack of sharpness since returning, it’s pretty obvious that he did very little to stay current with sports. As we’ve also noted, Mikey doesn’t mess with da porno machines, so he wasn’t checking his twittah. In my estimation, he gathered a few week-old NY rags to read poolside — only to disrupted by the lure of the oh-so-seductive Chicken Parmesan.
Well, that kind of slovenly attitude finally caught up to him today.
It started when Joe from Bristol phoned in to talk about newly acquired Yankees pitcher Jason Hirsh, who is basically rabbit droppings to the dog shit that is Sergio Mitre. Needless to say, Mikey thought Hirsh was a fictitious character. In his mind, Hirsh was a creation of Joe the Merry Prankster.
I don’t have sufficient proof, but the fact Joe was calling from ESPN’s headquarters probably set off sirens in the “fuck Mickey Mouse” sector of Mikey’s brain.
Choosing to not give Joe the benefit of the doubt, Mikey went directly for the jugular. Joe, meanwhile, morphed into a sympathetic Private Pyle-like character.
Mike was completely wrong, obviously. Hirsh, a once promising prospect in the Astros organization, was dealt from the Rockies to the Yankees on July 29.
Realizing his mistake, Mike was forced to right the wrong after he returned from break.
And, really, there’s nothing sweeter than that.
Here’s a highlight tape that captures it all:
