Nick Wright

But when he went in that slump, I'm like, nah, that's not cool. Like, you can't... I mean, I feel like if PFT commenter... if your career had really gone askew and you were like on InfoWars or whatever, then I feel like maybe Florio would have been like, change the branding, buddy. But because you became you, it ended up being great for everybody.

But when he went in that slump, I'm like, nah, that's not cool. Like, you can't... I mean, I feel like if PFT commenter... if your career had really gone askew and you were like on InfoWars or whatever, then I feel like maybe Florio would have been like, change the branding, buddy. But because you became you, it ended up being great for everybody.

But when he went in that slump, I'm like, nah, that's not cool. Like, you can't... I mean, I feel like if PFT commenter... if your career had really gone askew and you were like on InfoWars or whatever, then I feel like maybe Florio would have been like, change the branding, buddy. But because you became you, it ended up being great for everybody.

Yeah. So the only long form profile ever written of me was in Kansas City, there were a couple alt weeklies, like what the Village Voice was for New York or whatever, called Pitch and Ink. And one of them wrote, this guy spent a week with me when I was 26.

Yeah. So the only long form profile ever written of me was in Kansas City, there were a couple alt weeklies, like what the Village Voice was for New York or whatever, called Pitch and Ink. And one of them wrote, this guy spent a week with me when I was 26.

Yeah. So the only long form profile ever written of me was in Kansas City, there were a couple alt weeklies, like what the Village Voice was for New York or whatever, called Pitch and Ink. And one of them wrote, this guy spent a week with me when I was 26.

and spent a week with me, my family, went out with us, all of us, and I thought it was going to be this glowing piece about how this kid from Kansas City who was on the second-rate radio station in town was trying to take down the Heritage Station in a quest to one day become America's biggest sports talk host. That was how I thought the article was going to be written.

and spent a week with me, my family, went out with us, all of us, and I thought it was going to be this glowing piece about how this kid from Kansas City who was on the second-rate radio station in town was trying to take down the Heritage Station in a quest to one day become America's biggest sports talk host. That was how I thought the article was going to be written.

and spent a week with me, my family, went out with us, all of us, and I thought it was going to be this glowing piece about how this kid from Kansas City who was on the second-rate radio station in town was trying to take down the Heritage Station in a quest to one day become America's biggest sports talk host. That was how I thought the article was going to be written.

Instead, the cover of this paper is me with my pointy fingers, shaved head, my nose at the worst angle imaginable, pointing at the microphone, and the headline blazed, What's Wrong with Nick Wright? And it is 15,000 words about how this kid, whose radio show is in 17th place...

Instead, the cover of this paper is me with my pointy fingers, shaved head, my nose at the worst angle imaginable, pointing at the microphone, and the headline blazed, What's Wrong with Nick Wright? And it is 15,000 words about how this kid, whose radio show is in 17th place...

Instead, the cover of this paper is me with my pointy fingers, shaved head, my nose at the worst angle imaginable, pointing at the microphone, and the headline blazed, What's Wrong with Nick Wright? And it is 15,000 words about how this kid, whose radio show is in 17th place...

is delusional and just saying i'm gonna beat this guy then beat that guy then get this job and the whole premise of the article is that there's a crazy person on the radio in kent city and it's called what's wrong with nick right oh my god that's great bulletin board material though that is i have it in my office i don't have it up here but i have it up where i watch football i have it framed in my office oh you got a football office i love that

is delusional and just saying i'm gonna beat this guy then beat that guy then get this job and the whole premise of the article is that there's a crazy person on the radio in kent city and it's called what's wrong with nick right oh my god that's great bulletin board material though that is i have it in my office i don't have it up here but i have it up where i watch football i have it framed in my office oh you got a football office i love that

is delusional and just saying i'm gonna beat this guy then beat that guy then get this job and the whole premise of the article is that there's a crazy person on the radio in kent city and it's called what's wrong with nick right oh my god that's great bulletin board material though that is i have it in my office i don't have it up here but i have it up where i watch football i have it framed in my office oh you got a football office i love that

I've got a good TV setup. That's a big fight with the wife is how much real estate in the house goes to 20 Sundays a year of just a wall of televisions. But you guys know what I'm talking about. I have way too many TVs in my house.

I've got a good TV setup. That's a big fight with the wife is how much real estate in the house goes to 20 Sundays a year of just a wall of televisions. But you guys know what I'm talking about. I have way too many TVs in my house.

I've got a good TV setup. That's a big fight with the wife is how much real estate in the house goes to 20 Sundays a year of just a wall of televisions. But you guys know what I'm talking about. I have way too many TVs in my house.

No, I've never... Okay, first of all, never maybe in that language, but you're the second person that's asked me that question. Like, do you ever send...

No, I've never... Okay, first of all, never maybe in that language, but you're the second person that's asked me that question. Like, do you ever send...