Ep. 59 – “One Simple Thread Can Get You Dead”

The crew is down to a trio this week as the Sicko is absent from this episode and nearly taps from illness. Right off the bat, The Professor’s comments lead to a game of “F, Marry, Kill,” with members of the Gimmick Gang being the subjects. It’s as disturbing as it sounds. Vinnie offers up a touching eulogy for Prodigy.  After that, a discussion of Bill Cosby trial begins. Does wealth trump the system? The crew examines the entitlement of ego and the hubris of a very disturbed man, and the bizarre worship of celebrity so prevalent in our culture. Vinnie and OG then discuss the Russo vs. Cornette battle. In absence of the Sicko, Vinnie takes over the word association gimmick. “Dear Vin” brings its usual incoherent madness, The Professor tells you how to get over on the cable companies, we dip into the BSB Mailbag, and, as always, we send youse home with some recommendations. It’s the Broad Street Breakdown: “There must be some misunderstanding…”

Ep. 58 – “I Like 58 Better, Only ‘Cause it Seems Like More”

The Professor educates us on “Real Estate Porn” and discusses clipper care and grundle cheese. The Sicko cuts his arm for King Diamond. That’s just the beginning. Vinnie recalls an old George Carlin bit about “politically correct language” and the clip sparks a conversation about modern-day political correctness and its ensuing language restrictions, social media’s role in communication, and includes a discussion of Vince Russo and female wrestlers. Hint: The OG cuts a promo on Russo. Afterwards, the usual gimmicks make an appearance: word association yields a classic Nicolas Cage story from Vinnie, “Dear Vin” brings out some more thoughts from some fucking maniacs, Pablo Cheapo extols the virtues of credit card bonus points, we answer letters from the Gimmick Gang in the BSB Mailbag, and, as always, we send youse home with some serious recommendations. It’s the Broad Street Breakdown: “Before you get up and tell me that I’m wrong, why don’t you shut up and listen to the fucking song…”