By Jeff Moss
February 9, 2012
DetroitSportsRag@gmail.com 

The running joke among the staff of “The Howard Stern Show” is that whenever a guest isn’t booked for that day’s show, you want to stay well clear of the King of All Media’s sightline for the entirety of the program.

The reason being with 4 ½ hours to fill for that morning’s show and with no interviewee clogging the airwaves, Stern is even more inclined to humiliate one of his employees for a perceived gaffe or fuck-up.

In other words, if Benjy decides to show up late or Scott the Engineer is going to screw up the board, it would be much better for them to do it on a day when three guests are in the Green Room as opposed to none.

The month of February around the DSR is basically the sports equivalent of a Stern show sans an interview subject.  The Tigers are still weeks away from heading to Lakeland, the Red Wings are in the dog days of their season, nothing is going on with the Lions and the Pistons, well, the Pistons are the Pistons.

In other words, there is NOTHING going on for me to write a compelling article about so I start looking for the Detroit media equivalent of Bababooey falling asleep at his desk or playing solitaire during work hours.

And this week, one Terrence Reginald Foster decided to fall into my crosshairs which led to the two of us once again engaging in a Twitter War during his WXYT (97.1-FM) radio program.

The whole battle started innocuously enough when I sent out a fairly tame Tweet by my standards.  You see, Mike Valenti and Foster were discussing the atrocious Monday column that Drew Sharp had written in the Free Press about the Super Bowl.

The piece where he stated that short field goals should be downgraded to two points, that the biggest play of the game was Tom Brady’s safety and NOT Mario Mannigham’s insane catch and his asinine suggestion that it was somehow cowardly of the Patriots to allow the Giants to score their final touchdown so they could have a last chance to win A FUCKING SUPER BOWL.

Like, there is some honor in losing on a chip shot field goal as opposed to getting the damn ball back and being millimeters away from winning the game on a Rob Gronkowski “Hail Mary” reception.

It was an embarrassing effort by even Not the Sharpest Drew’s standards and earned national attention fromThe Big Lead for its outright stupidity.

Anyway, the column was so historically bad that the usual Lovey-Dovey media in this town decided to “attack” one of its own.  Valenti and Foster ridiculed the absolutely preposterous article during their show on Wednesday.

Which I thought was awfully ironic since as much of a train wreck that Sharp’s columns happen to be, at least he is still employed as a sports columnist and doesn’t have to pen dietary lifestyle articles like Foster is doing for the Detroit News.

(Yes, the same Terry Foster that used to own a CANDY store until he ran it into the ground at Lakeside Mall is now giving tips on how to lose weight and stay healthy.  This douche bag, opportunist is the Paula Deen of Detroit.)

So here is the Tweet that led Foster to interrupt his radio show and commence a nasty Twat battle with me for the duration of his program:

“As bad as Sharp is and always has been, I find it hilarious that @TerryFoster971 has anything to say about this. Guy’s writing diet articles”

I mean, for me that is basically a fucking love letter™ (George Puscas), but I guess I touched a nerve with Type-2 Diabates Terry.

This fairly docile Tweet led to an exchange that included a bunch of nasty messages on both sides and once again culminated with Foster calling me a racist.  Because I guess anyone who says he is awful and thinks he originally got his job because the station was desirous of an African-American voice must be a racist.

(Even though this fuckstick has joked in the past that he got the gig with Valenti because he was black.)

Like I have said before, you can call me anything you want.  You can say I am a big-eared kike.  You can call me a reporter sniffer or a loser who is mad that he doesn’t have a job in the media.

Only the shit about me being a large lobed Heeb would be true, but say whatever you damn well please.   I don’t have the paper-thin skin of a 102-year old woman like Valenti so I can take it.

But if you wrongfully call me a racist, I am going to engage you in a battle that will make Dan Dority vs. Captain Turner look like a pillow fight between two hot lesbians.

But here is what bothers me about this nonsense more than anything.  Not that Foster continues to call me a racist and continually Re-Tweets his brain dead followers who piggyback that idiocy.

Not even that the coward hung up on me when I called his show to discuss his accusation that I was a racist even though it seems he has no problem wasting hours of his time debating me on Twitter.

The guy is a mouth breathing, unintelligent shithead who actually Tweeted out the following on Thursday:

“Congrats to Josh Holub who was rewarded as an unsong hero for all the CBS stations in Detroit. And he is our unsong hero. Boombaye!!”

Yes, the man who was once a beat writer covering the Pistons and a columnist for a major daily newspaper misspelled “UNSUNG” twice in the same post.

This guy is a borderline retard whose copy editors openly mock him to other journalists in town.  So, I really don’t expect a lot from this low IQ jerkoff.

But Dery and Valenti are another matter completely.

I have been friendly with Dery for almost as long as this website has been in existence and while Valenti and I obviously have had serious issues in the past, there has been a détente between the two of us since I began writing articles again last May.

The first time Foster labeled me a racist on the Twat Box a few weeks ago, BOTH of his on-air contemporaries privately messaged me that they thought he was dead wrong for making that accusation known to his 22,000 plus followers.

Of course, they didn’t rebuke him in PUBLIC or defend me against the heinous accusation, but I let it slide for the time being.

Look, if Foster and I were arguing about a SPORTS topic and things went south I obviously wouldn’t expect either Dery or Valenti to come rushing to my rescue.

But this fucking guy is disparaging my character by labeling me a racist (which is the worst thing you can say about me) and they remain silent even though they both have acknowledged IN WRITING that their douche bag co-worker is 100 percent WRONG.

And I don’t even expect that much of Valenti based on our past history, but The Count is another matter entirely.

A few weeks ago on the DSR Facebook page, longtime contributor Justin Spiro ignorantly started a thread attacking former WDFN update anchor, Rob Otto, over his weight.

In that public forum, Spiro stupidly started mocking former 1130 employee Matt Spryzak’s premature death which he wrongfully assumed was caused by the late DFN staffer’s obesity.

That thread (which coincided with the one year anniversary of Spryzak’s death) GREATLY upset Dery and other former and current employees of WDFN to the point that the Diesel called me on the phone and requested that I take it down.

Now, I am loathe to ever edit anything on the DSR.  As offensive as the posts were to many (and they made me queasy myself), I usually have a strict policy of letting people hang themselves with their own words if that is their true desire.

But because this was hurting FRIENDS of mine, I altered that policy and I deleted all of the offensive messages.  One by one.

Because, you know, that is what a FRIEND does.

What FRIENDS don’t do is sit idly by while a guy they have known for years is called a racist in a public forum.

So Matt, the next time you want to text message me with a funny line from a Richard or Sal “Swap Shop” call or share a YouTube clip of Bronk interrupting a Gloria Allred press conference, just forget about it.  Ya had a chance to set that cockbag co-worker of yours straight and you failed miserably.

TWICE.

And hell, I wouldn’t have cared if you prefaced a Tweet by saying that you know I can be a dickhead that crosses the line most of the time, but I’ve known Moss for nine years and he is CLEARLY not a racist.

You even could have chastised me for bringing Foster’s wife into it and I wouldn’t have cared as long as you set the record straight about the racism issue.

Speaking of which, let’s do some REAL BLOGGING here.

If you guys want to play up this Terry Foster is a lady’s man angle on the show …

That he can have his way with a bevy of Downriver trim …

That he is some sort of African-American cross between John Stamos and Leonardo DiCaprio …

And if “The Truth” wants to continue to utilize this picture as his Twitter Avatar:

Then it is fair game to point out that in all actuality these are the two women he married:

“Friends like these, huh, Gary ….”