But, like his playing days at Maine, he just couldn't stfu about it.
We get it, Nick. We got it the first time, we got it the fiftieth time.
There's a way to do it, which, as a comedian, he should know. It's his job to make his comments palatable, or funny, or entertaining, or interesting.
He was none of those things, so he got the boot. There's really nothing to argue or debate. Him getting shit-canned is kind of proof-positive that he was radio-cancer, as is the fact that he didn't get his own show, and there's no big announcement coming from the Nicky D. camp, either.
Goodnight, unfunnyman!
They paid him to go away. That's colossal-failure. We'd rather you just stfu than do your job. Here's some cash; go away.
Also, the way he'd make excuses when his teams lost: "they were two plays away!", "Gronkowski......................", blah, blah, blah..........................that shit wore really, really thin.
He was just a cranky old bitch all the way around.




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This ridiculous hatred you have for someone you don't even know personally is just making you say stupid shit now.



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