Ode to Mr. Tony

There are few things and even fewer people that grab my attention.  Look, I'm old.  If it requires effort or time, I'm not doing it.  Those are two commodities that in which I don't have a surplus.  Some people don't understand this concept whatsoever, but there is one I felt who did - Tony Kornheiser, a.k.a. Mr Tony.

Now, some of you may have no idea of Mr. Tony is and some of you may know he's the old fart on Pardon the Interruption ("PTI").  Others may know him as the former cranky windbag on Monday Night Football who got kicked to the curb after only one season.  Whatever the case, I don't care.  I like him, and that's all that matters.

And Mr. Tony expresses that same self-centered sentiment on his DC radio show.  Movies, local news, and even the weather forecast are discussed as they pertain to Mr. Tony.  Major thunderstorms predicted in DC?  No concerns about flooding, but will he still be able to play golf.  Latest comic book movie?  Doesn't care about that utter garbage.  Latest news story involving chimps and monkeys?  Now THAT he likes!  Who doesn't!? 

Unfortunately, his contract with the radio station limits the number shows he can do.  He is reaching that mark, so he is off air this week (more about that here).  It can't be!  Who impressed him at the GOP debates?  How can he tell everybody Lebron James choked like a gagging dog?  Or give praise to Jason Kidd's decaying carcass?  Who does he have winning the US Open?  I need to hear him on his topics.

I want him back.  My attention awaits.

- OMP