Request Line: I Beg Your Pardon

INT. DINGY BASEMENT - DAY MARC TRESTMAN'S WINDOWLESS VAN sits in an overstuffed lounge chair, napping gently. MARC TRESTMAN'S WINDOWLESS VAN: [sits up with a start] Oh shit! I forgot! Request Line is on! He takes out a radio set and fiddles with the dials, joining the radio show in progress. NFL GENERAL COUNSEL

Request Line: Stop Talking

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY A young man sits inside the studio.  The PRODUCER sits outside, looking vexed. PRODUCER: I honestly don't know what you're trying to accomplish here. ERIC REID: ... PRODUCER: I get it.  I really do.  You're making a commentary on how the NFL created a new policy that is deliberately

Request Line: Cats and Dogs

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER and an ANIMAL TRAINER are standing outside the recording booth. PRODUCER: Are you sure they're going to be able to get along? ANIMAL TRAINER: Oh, yeah, yeah. That whole thing about them hating each other is an old wives tale. PRODUCER: That is literally not true. ANIMAL TRAINER:

Request Line: Things You Maybe Heard Right

INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY. A grizzled old man settles into the chair behind the microphone.  He looks through the glass at the GUEST PRODUCER, who has been silently staring at him since his arrival at the station.  The grizzled old man starts to talk but wisely thinks better of it

DFO Radio: Too Many Cooks

I'm posting this video to remind myself that the NFL, in its finest moments, is infinitely more exciting than the judicial system. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjx1C4n5ZGo That said, it was a pretty special experience to find myself constantly refreshing a twitter feed for live updates on what was happening inside Kimba Wood's courtroom as attorneys

DFO Radio: Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden

INT. LAKE TAHOE HOTEL - LATE NIGHT. A hulking young man walks with a young woman down a hotel hallway.  THE BEN: ...FIVE FOOT GIMME. STORMY DANIELS: Ha ha, more like five inch gimme. THE BEN: SO...BRETT FAVRE? STORMY DANIELS: [giggles] Like a kid down there!  Ha ha, no, nothing like that. THE BEN: [taken aback] VISANTHE SHIANCOE? STORMY