DFO Radio: Things You Maybe Heard Right

Last week BrettFavresColonoscopy stepped in and took over the airwaves with a topic of "misunderstood lyrics".  I'm happy that you folks delivered him a much warmer welcome than a certain land baron received as our on-air host.  I'm giving the top pick this week to ArmedandHammered, who picked up spectacular

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

Request Line: Too Many Cooks

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY. A young man settles into the chair behind the microphone.  He looks through the glass at the PRODUCER, who punches a button marked TALKBACK, frowns, then releases the button and pulls open the studio door and pokes his head inside.  PRODUCER: You're going to have to remove your

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

Request Line: Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER is speaking on the phone.  He appears to be the only one in the room, but the camera pans over slightly so we see DJ 3000 lurking behind a corner in the hallway.  He's out of sight, but clearly within earshot. PRODUCER: ...and it'll be

Request Line: On The Clock

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY ROGER GOODELL: ...and so I handed him a six-game suspension! Ha ha ha ha! Isn't that hilarious? PRODUCER: [appearing horrified] I'm not sure that skipping a mandatory league seminar to take your mother to a chemotherapy session really qualifies as... GOODELL: [sips coffee, interrupts] So we're good to

Request Line: Support System

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY A harried-looking producer negotiates with two young men.  PRODUCER: ...it's not that I don't appreciate both of you turning up, it's just that I don't know if you can both fit in there, to be honest. TEDDY BRIDGEWATER: Nah, we'll make it work. JOSH MCCOWN: It's not like one of

DFO Radio: Cities

First: an annoucement.  The third annual "Atwater March" pub crawl will be taking place in my neighborhood on March 24.  We'll be meeting at 3 p.m. at The Roost, then heading to the Morrisson, the Bigfoot Lodge, the Tam O'Shanter, and finally closing things out at The Griffin.  All your

Request Line: Cities

  I'm pressed for time, so there will sadly be no introductory sketch for Request Line this week.  Last week's theme was "Makin' Movies" and quite naturally that topic bled into songs about Hollywood.  So I thought I'd extend that theme into this week and make this week's topic all cities.  Since

DFO Radio: Makin’ Movies

Welcome to yet another edition of DFO Radio.  Last week, Hollywood insiders with a passing interest in sports waited with bated breath to find out whether Kobe Bryant would be offered membership into an exclusive club that includes Roman Polanski, Harvey Weinstein, Dustin Hoffman, and Casey Affleck.  Fortunately for Kobe,

Request Line: Makin’ Movies

INT. DFO PRODUCTION OFFICE - DAY. A pair of sleazy Hollywood producers are deep in conversation with an NFL tight end. RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: ...and I'll be honest, this is a much better offer than you'll get from, say, Old School Zero over at Sony. DARKEST TIMELINE ZACK MORRIS: Ha ha ha! They can't even