Episode 101: When That Song Comes On, I Gotta Dance


  • Head scratching and back slapping over our “Best MN Sports Podcast” award from City Pages
  • Wild playoff preview including Keys to the Series (spoiler alert: the keys are Cooperalls and weird trash talk)
  • The Twins are garbage but we have two silver linings, both related to boners
  • Out of context quote: “Hairless Twink Ads”
  • Unhinged griping about the Wolves, who even in this terrible sports town are the most hopeless franchise
  • Footie stadium talk

In summary, we started the episode wondering how we won an award and then spent 75 minutes justifying our confusion. ENJOY.

City Pages Names Us “Best Sports Podcast”

We’re not entirely sure how it’s possible, but The City Pages released its annual “Best Of” list today, and The Sportive was named the Best Sports Podcast.

They describe us as “a disorganized train wreck,” “sarcastic,” and use the word “ineptitude,” so we’re pretty confident that they didn’t confuse us with somebody else.

The funniest part of the whole thing is literally minutes before we found out about the award, we realized that we had forgotten to plan to record an episode this week. Whoopsie doodle!

All kidding aside, we feel very honored, and vow that we will continue to bring our particular brand of angry, drunken ranting to the internet airwaves for as long as we are able. Assuming we actually manage to record without losing anything. That’s always touch and go.

Episode 100: Major League Baseball’s Incontinent Dog

We commemorate our milestone 100th episode by being woefully unprepared and overly negative as usual. A few topics we grit n grinded our way through:

  • Our dumbest statements over the first 99 episodes
  • Jon setting a world record for worst explanation of the NHL playoff structure
  • Some very necessary Twins venting
  • Ask Sportive: our most hated team, our favorite generation, ranking outstate cities, the beer we’re drinking, food, etc.
    Thanks for listening to our meandering BS, friends. On to the next 100.

Episode 99: A Tire Fire Inside of a S*** Show (Twins Season Preview)

We spent the entire hour talking about the Twins and it was as depressing, hopeless and ranty as you’d expect. We reviewed the terrible offseason, claimed our annual bros & turds and then predicted the wins total. Some quotes:

  • “Who the shit is JR Graham?”
  • “Nick Punto exists to be accidentally punched”
  • “A touch of Rob Deer”
  • “Ozzie’s getting an ice cream helmet”
  • “What I’m hoping for is a bunch of injuries”
  • “The inexplicability of some of these…(20-second sigh)”

Things got dark in a hurry and never turned around. Move along, optimists. Nothing to see here.

Episode 97: The Look It Up Episode

This week, Brandon went to Las Vegas instead of calling in, leaving the rest of us to flounder through. We even resorted to actually looking up facts, for the first time in the history of the podcast, so listen to us type the following into Wikipedia:

  • Just how bad was Gopher basketball this year?
  • Why Devan Dubnyk maybe doesn’t need as much of a rest as some seem to think
  • The Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act
  • No, seriously, that was a thing we looked up
  • Our anti-Iowa and anti-Wisconsin NCAA tournament rooting interests
  • Northern Iowa, the Quinnipiac of the Midwest
  • Soccer? Soccer!

Come back soon, Brandon. We miss you.

Episode 96: Going Towards Vince Ferragamo

Brandon, Stu, and Jon head for Grumpy’s in Roseville to have a Bloody Mary and discuss:

  • What’s the best suburb?
  • Matt Cassel, Shaun Hill, Mike Wallace, Greg Jennings, and how much Clarence loves Rick Spielman (Clarence wasn’t there)
  • What can we find to be mad about, with the Twins?
  • Brandon is going to Vegas to watch hoops
  • New Minnesota soccer web site Northern Pitch, and how you should be reading it, and how it’s breaking news
  • Why Devan Dubnyk will never be the MVP but probably should be
  • Things are looking up for Minnesota hockey
  • Benjamin Booker, the best new music

It was a good brunch crowd. Why we didn’t invite Aaron Gleeman is beyond me.