Teddy Greenstein’s new beat as the TV/Radio sports reporter at the Tribune has caused him to give us some bad news recently (i.e. Chip Caray’s contract negotiations back on), but today’s news that the Score is about to free up the AM drive for Mike North and Uncle Fuzzy actually caused me to feel happy thoughts.

I’m no Mike North fan, but I despise Mike Murphy and his castrado voice and his doughboy sidekick. I had to stop listening to them in the morning because they made me want to shave my wrists and not my face.

North will be far easier to avoid in the morning than he is in the afternoon drive.

There is some heinously bad news, however. It seems that while Murph and Fred will be kicked to the curb (or even worse, the evening slot currently held by J. Hood) that Rick Telander is going to brought in to work with Hood in the afternoon drive slot.

Telander? What, the Grobber’s not available? The only thing worse than giving Telander a radio show was giving Mariotti one. You’d think that the Tribune company would try to find spots for both Rick Morrissey and Mike Downey.

Morrissey could host a show on WGN where callers discuss interesting things like “the most unusual place I found my car keys” or “fascinating uses for twisty ties!”

Downey could host a show for geriatrics in which he gives tips on how to avoid chafing from the Depends waistband and what kind of pudding goes best with beef or fish.

Telander? Like he needs another outlet for his sermonious musings and faux moral outrage.

Feder says in his column today that Murphy would move to evenings. Just how bad do you have to be to finally get fired at the Score?

This would be the “new” Score lineup.

5 a.m. – 5:30 a.m. — Stocks and Jocks (nobody listens…ever)
5:30 a.m. – 10 a.m. — North and Buffone
10 a.m. – 2 p.m. — Boers and Bernstein
2 p.m. – 6 p.m. — Hood and Telander
6 p.m. – 7 p.m. — Replay of the Best of North and Buffone (they’d be lucky to fill an hour a week)
7 p.m. – 11 p.m. — Radio test patterns with Mike Murphy
11 p.m. – 1 a.m. — A rotating mess of Laurence Holmes solo, Me and Zee and Dave Kerner

That’s a steaming pile of something, isn’t it?

You’d really think they could cobble together something more listenable than this.