Going to war with Jim Traber

Lots of folks by now have heard or heard about my spirited exchange with Gentleman Jim Traber on the Sports Animal’s Total Dominance Hour. I called Jim a chauvinist and four seconds later the world was on fire.

I received a couple of inquiries and saw a couple of Internet postings that I want to clear up. The show was not an act. The show was not planned. Not scripted. Not discussed beforehand.  This was not some ruse to create another Sports Animal buzz. Jim and I go at it every once in awhile, but it’s always spontaneous.

I assume a lot of radio shows plant controversy, but I can tell you that with Traber and Eschbach, we never even talk before the show about which subject we’re going to discuss. On rare occasions, one of us might, during a commercial break, say something like, hey, let’s talk about the Hornets, or OU baseball, or Travis Ford. But never do we plan out a show, much less plan out a forest fire to get everyone talking.

Let me clear up another item. Jim and I are friends. We’re not go-out-to-dinner once a week friends. We’re not play-golf-regularly-together friends. I can’t find the time to go to dinner with anyone but my family; don’t play golf with anyone, much less a seven-handicapper like Jim.

I bust him on the radio because he’s fun to bust, and we most definitely disagree on a variety of subjects, and Jim is more combustible than gasoline. But there are no hard feelings. And whatever happens, it most definitely was not scripted.