I'm sorry, Taylor, were you still talking? As I don't live in Portland anymore, I've had ample opportunity to get used to listening to dead air, so it's an easy habit to fall back into when you're in the vicinity.
Yay, you got to be part of the frat-boy pack which rules Portland sports radio. Good for you. Sure that looks great on a resume. As we're being petty and all, your petty excuse for a jab implies taking my job was a grand accomplishment. It wasn't, I guarantee you that. I still work in the business and I'm a lot happier now than I ever was dealing with bargain basement radio cheapskates.
That's the problem with all Portland Radio, actually. They pay talent on the cheap, so then only cheap talent sticks around.
Fortunately, I also have the value of knowing a lot of the guys who worked with you previously and they all say the same thing. You got to where you are by fellating the right egos. Ass-kissing doesn't equal integrity.
I suspect you and I can go around on this for the rest of time, and frankly, I'd love to as it's been cathartic just getting this off my chest, so I should thank you for that. I'd have gladly said it to your face when the opportunity arose, but I was always taught to take the high road and not pick on little kids.
And for the record, my name is Devin, with an I. Accuracy, son. learn it.