There are few people in the world less sufferable than Billy Packer. This has been the case since shortly after the dawn of man. There was a brief period in which the sainted Al McGuire managed to make listening to him worthwhile, but that passed quickly in the general scheme of things. Now, it seems, he is determined not only to pick fights he can never win, but also to pick fights guaranteed to leave him with a duck on his head.

It's no secret that This Blog is giddy with delight that some of the commentary in this year's NCAA tournament has been handed over to Mr. Barkley, whose insights continue to sound like those of the guy at the next desk in Caesar's sports book. This has ruffled Mr. Packer, who has decided to engage the big fella. In the immortal words of a departed NYPD detective...



"Nothing good comes of this."

Except, of course, some fabulous television.