To GfW Radio: It's not you, it's me
Dear GfW Radio,
I'm embarrassed to admit how much you meant to me. I've been listening to you from the beginning, and you quickly became my favorite. Firing up the iPod and hearing "Hello and welcome!" was a great way to start my lunchtime walk, and always brought a grin of anticipation to my face.
You were my first...never before had I heard casual adult conversation about my beloved hobby where every other word wasn't some immature ejaculation. It was people like me talking about something I care about. And you introduced me to games like Company of Heroes and Heroes of Might & Magic, for which I'll be forever grateful.
But we've grown apart. You met this other guy, a guy who likes to tell stories about people crapping their pants and whose favorite pastime is griefing other people in games and then talking endlessly about it. I hoped your infatuation with this guy was a phase, but when you all laughed as he gleefully described driving people from a server by hitting the taunt key over and over, I had to wonder.
And now that you've made his crank calls a regular feature of the show, you've descended to a place where I just can't follow. I remember when I thought crank calls where funny...I think I was seven.
I don't blame you. Your new friend is admittedly a smart and witty guy, and I suspect you get many more listeners with the "morning zoo" style than with boring old conversation about games. But unfortunately I just can't be one of those listeners anymore.
We'll always have CoH and HOMM. Good luck in your future endeavours, and please don't call.