Larry Hughes goes Yakety Sax

Posted on March 11, 2009 by Pat McManamon

Larry Hughes scored 39 points for New York on Tuesday.

Let's not forget, though,that it was Hughes' play that prompted Jim Rome to play Yakety Sax over and over.

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3 Responses to Larry Hughes goes Yakety Sax

  1. alan t. says:
    March 11, 2009 at 1:58 pm

    No matter what that guy does for the rest of his professional career, from where I sit, the well-deserved skunk stink of this will always follow him. All sports radio and TV guys are phonies, but there's something about the smugness of this guy's act that really grates. Even more than Larry Hughes.

    Just like your weird Austin Carr homer fetish, Pat, I have absolutely no idea why you think Jim Rome really adds anything worth hearing on any of the airwaves. The majority of the radio and TV guys who stir controversy know their act is just that, an act. This guy, sometimes I'm not so sure.

    When Rome dies in 30-35 years or so, I hope there is an open casket, and some wiseacre drops a copy of this video deep down Rome's mouth. That would be karma. I'm fairly certain I'll already be dead by then, or I'd do it. If his producer and his writers gave me a copy of the Yakety Sax song to drop in there, I'd drop that in his mouth, too. He could listen and watch his own backfired shtick for all of eternity.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uczUKTwgqeY

  2. Mike L says:
    March 11, 2009 at 6:04 pm

    I don't like Jim Rome, OR Larry Hughes, but the fact that I feel compelled to comment on this entry speaks to the power of Yakkity Sax to make anything funny. Case in point: Shrimp on a Treadmill

  3. alan t. says:
    March 11, 2009 at 6:43 pm

    Mike L, you could play the Starland Vocal Band's "Afternoon Delight" or the soundtrack to "Schindler's List," but a shrimp running on a treadmill is inherently f*cking funny. You don't need music. It's like the time I went to a petting zoo, and a cow farted in rapid succession like we were being attacked by terrorists carrying Uzi 9mm sub machine guns. Benny Hill's theme song couldn't have added a single thing.