(5) Jim Knox vs. (12) Jim Reeves
On my second draft of this list, I mistakenly listed Matt Barrie as the twelfth seed and omitted Reeves. My bad.
The case for each:
Knox: As the Ranger's television yuck monkey, Knox traverses TBIA during broadcasts, and always manages to find: some 90-year-old woman who can barely muster the strength to talk, a c-grade celebrity, a rowdy church group, a youth baseball team whose mustachioed coach is barely literate, the cookie lady, or some family in the fox box who drove all the way from Waco or somewhere unimpressive like that. For some reason, all of his interviews end with a group scream. His goofy fake enthusiasm is almost as distracting as his 'roided out biceps and stretched out face.
In his defense: He's does a better job than Gordon Keith did.
Reeves: Another Star-T columnist who resents stats. Reeves likes to play the "he has heart" or "leadership qualities" card more than anyone not talking about a little leaguer ever should. He trots out the same recycled, predictable, cliched sports arguments, and recasts them for whatever issue it is he's currently getting wrong. Also has an irritating homespun style that seems insincere.
In his defense: He's not as bad as Grandpa Urine.