Request Line: Superstitions

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY DJ 3000 sits alone in the office, a single LED blinking lazily.  It is very quiet.  A flush is heard down the hallway.  A few moments later the PRODUCER enters, wearing a bathrobe.  A toothbrush is poking out of his mouth.  As DJ 3000 cycles out

Request Line: Pestilence

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY A pair of radio professionals prepare for the day's show.  DJ 3000: [to himself] WELL, THAT'S KIND OF GRIM.  [to the PRODUCER] HEY YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT GOOGLE'S DOODLE TODAY. [calls it up on his main display] PRODUCER: Okay...[begins reading aloud]...And when he had opened the fourth seal, I

DFO Radio: Shapes and Pass it On

[looks up from the wreckage of his 401k] Greetings, and welcome to the unofficial quarantine zone.  We've got plenty of lettuce and oranges and rainwater.  More importantly, we've got POWER - not a lot of it, but enough to charge up this iPhone and get some music pumping to distract you

Request Line: Pass it On

In "honor" of the fact that coronavirus seems to be spreading throughout the world without any signs of abating, I thought we'd try something a little bit different (and unprecedented) here on Request Line today.  Here's how the game works.  I'm going to post a song with a number in

DFO Radio: Loud

I'm staying in today. I'm staying in tomorrow. Save for walking the dog, I don't intend to leave this house unless I need to.  Now this doesn't mean I'll start using rags to wipe my ass after the toilet paper runs out (13 rolls left), but it does mean that when my

Request Line: Shapes

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY The surviving members of the Losers Investment Club are clustered behind BILL O'BRIEN, who is staring angrily at a laptop screen. BILL O'BRIEN: F-f-f-f-f-f-f...f-f-f-f-f-f-f...[takes deep breath]...f-f-f-f-f-f... KATIE NOLAN: Spit it out, Bill. BILL O'BRIEN: F-F-F-F-FUCK! JOSH ROSEN: Does that mean we're back to where we started? COLIN COWHERD: It sure does, Josh.  The market

DFO Radio: Meat

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY Four members of the Losers Investment Club sit glumly around a table. COLIN COWHERD: So when does Andy get back from Disney World, anyhow? KATIE NOLAN: Disney World?  He never went to Disney World. COLIN COWHERD: But I thought he... BILL O'BRIEN: No, he's in some t-t-t-town in California - Lone P-p-pine,

Request Line: Mi Casa, Su Casa

TYREL JACKSON WILLIAMS: Hello everyone and welcome to a special Friday edition of The Wednesday with Peter King. Now Peter... PETER KING: So I think for today we'll call it "The Fridayer". WILLIAMS: Actually, Peter, we're filling in for the regularly scheduled "Request Line" program, so maybe we'll just call it that? KING: No, Charles, let's stick

Request Line: Loud

INT. DFO PRODUCTION OFFICE - DAY DFO intern MICHAEL VICK lounges on a couch in the office, dozing.  He awakes with a start.  A look of panic fills his face as he dashes over to the desk and opens up a laptop computer, and his consternation increases as he taps a

Tales from the Meteor: Andy Reid’s 115th Dream (Part 3)

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY ANDY REID lies unconscious in a hospital bed. He is surrounded by friends and family, including his wife TAMMY REID, the Chiefs' general manager BRETT VEACH, quarterback PATRICK MAHOMES, and wide receiver TYREEK HILL.  TAMMY REID: ...and so the doctor said that if he'd only eaten five,