It's about time

My eyes perked up as soon as I heard it. It seems as if everyone's prayers have finally been answered.

The Green Bay Press Gazette's main sports columnist, Chris Havel, was recently canned.

The P-G had enough of Havel whimpering about his bum shoulder and his inability to write thoughtful and insightful columns.

Probably the only reason the P-G kept on the Adams-Friendship native was because he wrote himself into the Favre will, which of course has clouded any ounce of objectivity that was in his body. He has written a pair of books on the future hall of famer, and Havel knows when he burps or farts.

There's no way this hack is going to be able to land another gig in the state. Legions of writers despise him because getting a simple hello out of the guy is like performing root canal surgery.

He clumsily goes through the motions on his radio show, but that's only because he needs something to help pay off the creditors that seek his every dime. Just type in his name: http://wcca.wicourts.gov/simpleCaseSearch.xsl;jsessionid=0F92BE9E02B822F1440264F825C870B1.render5?

The vertically challenged snob was always under the impression that he was above the paper.

But you don't call the desk the night one of your "masterpiece columns" is going to run and tell them it isn't. You don't ask for four weeks off because of shoulder surgery that wouldn't have kept a normal person on the shelf.

The reason I'm so frustrated is because he gives sports writers a bad name. After people see him parade around Lambeau Field's media conclave, they come to the understanding that all writers are cold and mean.

But that isn't the case, and I'm glad the P-G figured that out.