Glen Macnow is a published author of several sports books and a former Best Sportswriter in Philadelphia during his tenure with the Inquirer. Nowadays, he usually hops on 610 WIP’s AM airwaves and addresses sports fans each night from Howard Eskin until bedtime. Football pools…great hamburgers…movies that can make any guy cry…no topic is too great or to small for the man who goes by the name “Prof.” And I got to sit down with him…

First off, where did the title “Professor” come from?

Anthony Gargano gave me that nickname after I started teaching journalism at St. Joe’s three years ago. I like it because it makes me sound smarter than I am. Anthony, of course, feels the need to give nicknames to everything and everyone – “Bo,” “Cuz” – he used to give nicknames to the office furniture at WIP.

Interesting…Now, speaking of the office furniture, who would win in a fight, Howard or Angelo? Are there any plans to make it happen?!? Any stipulations you’d like to see them tack on?

Angelo would definitely beat Howard in a fistfight – size matters –

Really?

Although a referee would probably stop it to prevent people from dying of laughter. The only stipulation I’d add is that neither guy could open his mouth during the fight. They’d both become helpless.

There’s a “Sports Great Series” author that goes by the name Glen Macnow. He wrote books about Troy Aikman, the Denver Broncos, and Kobe. Tell the Metroblog readers this is identity theft, please!?!

Yep, that’s me. I started writing those books when I was working at the Inquirer so that my own kids might actually read something I wrote.

But Troy Aikman!?! What’s up with that?

Yeah, I wrote about a Cowboy or two, but I also wrote about Allen Iverson, Charles Barkley, the Flyers and the Sixers.

If you were banished from Philadelphia, where would you live? Buffalo? Ft. L?

Well, at this point, I wouldn’t move to any other city with professional sports teams.

Which means Buffalo is still an option…

I’m beyond being able to draw up new rooting interests. Put me on a secluded island and get me a great satellite dish. I could envision myselt drinking a Mai Tai, sitting in a Jacuzzi and watching the Birds.

WIP producer Andrew McManus recounts the time you jumped off the stage at Wingbowl and blew out your knee. Care to comment?

McManus is right – although he’s a ratfink bastard. Yes, that happened. I had to get off the stage fast to interview someone and when I made the three-foot jump, my right knew blew out like a bad tire. I’ve had four surgeries on it since then. My biggest mistake was not getting worker’s comp to cover the medical bills.

It’s a Blockbuster night and you have your choice of pizza and beer. What’s in your fridge? Who’s knocking at the door?

Sounds great. Fire up “Pulp Fiction” or “Goodfellas” or any other classic “guy” movie. I’ll take my pizza with onions and pepperoni. Good Canadian beer, a cigar or two. And I don’t need any celebrities here, just give me my poker buddies. Sounds like a great night.

Do you have any words for the Metroblogs’ newest reader, Dorothy Krysiuk?

Where do you get your hair done? I’d like mine to look that good.

How would you say goodbye to a guy who’s never seen the Dirty Dozen?

Do NOT let another weekend go by without seeing the greatest war movie ever made. And don’t feel bad if the scene where Jim Brown gets it makes you break down. We’ve all cried at that one.