Apparently the Express brass has a short memory or they've waived the background check for broadcasters, one, but they've let a lawyer loose within shouting distance of a microphone. And I'm listening. And I'm enjoying it.
And I'm wondering why in the hell it has never occurred to me to listen to Express games over the interweb before. I mean, after Astros games end I'll watch a west coast game. I should be seeking out the Express, especially if they're playing out west. It's great. I'm hearing all about the players that I get to watch for a month in Florida and many of whom I'll see before too long in an Astros uniform. Plus, I get to enjoy enjoy professional broadcasting in the voice of Mike Capps. I have no idea why the idiots that run the Astros could possibly think that two monotone, monochrome know-nothings could be better than Capps. Maybe they were cheaper. Goddam, Drayton is an idiot. He gives fat fuckers an all-you-can-eat in the top corner of the stadium (cruel, that) and thinks that he's doing something for the fans, and meanwhile he inflicts a couple of chowderheads on those of us who are, god help us, actually trying to follow the fucking team.
Anyway, I've noticed that Jim and Zipp have some very similar verbal mannerisms.
