The man has his share of critics, who knock him for everything from his sometimes adversarial relationship with the English language to his habit of talking about non-sports topics. But forgetting for the moment that he reportedly earns around $1 million a year for his radio and TV duties, Radnich remains the Bay Area's blue-collar king of sports chatter, his humor as lunch-buckety as what you'll hear at the nearest construction site. His ad-lib style lends his three-hour show a spontaneity absent from most morning-radio gabfests, while his willingness to mock himself keeps his show from straying into the Jim Rome realm of self-righteousness. Not to mention, Radnich's daily half-hour exchange with syndicated SoCal yakker Tony Bruno delivers more laughs per minute than anything this side of the Newsom administration. Sure, you might hear more thoughtful discussions on NPR. But we're betting Terry Gross never made you snort hot latte out your nose.