My friends know what I do for a living. They know I work in television sports broadcasting in Memphis.  Yet, it's when the biggest story hits, they decide to call me. When the Tigers are down by 1 with 58 seconds to play, that's when they call to ask, "what was Calipari thinking bringing Taggart in on that play?" Are you freakin' serious? I'm interviewing players after the game and my boy calls to tell me that it was a close one.

Then, I get attitude if I don't answer the phone. I'll check my message later, "Hey man pick up the phone, where you at?" I'm in the locker room, working. I don't call you in the middle of a big court case asking "what's up with the judge? Is this case going to be thrown out? Tell the truth, your client is guilty as crap."

Just let this game be a close one, and bam, my phone is ringing off the hook. And if I answer it, "Did you see that?" No, I missed it while going for my phone. "You're at the game and you missed that dunk? They need to fire you."  The truth is that I need to fire you as a friend.