OK, Pollack: Twittering class is now open

Follow @DavidPollack47 on Twitter (and tell him what to say).

So I’m sitting at home last night when I get a text message from a former All-American.

“Just joined twitter homie. I am following u but don’t really know what that means. confusing stuff.” — David Pollack.

I text back: “You’ve only got 140 characters. No big words. You can handle it.”

“Hahaha. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

We go back and forth a few times before I finally phoned him.

“David. I can’t do this. I can’t have entire conversations texting. I had to call.”

“Why? Because you’re old?”

“No. Because I’d rather just call somebody.”

“Yeah. Because you’re old.”

It was right about then when I thought: Wait a minute. Pollack’s 26. I’m 40 . . . 40 . . . well, not 26. He’s calling me old. But he’s asking me about Twitter? What’s wrong with this picture?

Any way, I thought I would use this opportunity to bring you up to date on the wisecracking (I’m being nice) former Georgia star because he’s actually always been one of my favorite guys to deal with, and, yeah, it was a chance to rib him for his lack of Twittering skills (which until now I would’ve thought was an oxymoron. But then we are talking about Pollack. Hah!).

“I don’t want be to one of those stalker guys,” he said. “You know I don’t just want to stalk people and then use a quote on the air and say, ‘Look what I read!’ It makes you feel weird.”

I assured him there was nothing wrong with stalking. I minored in it in journalism school.

But I advised him just not to go on Twitter and write, “Urban Meyer is Sasquatch’s love child,” and not expect it to wind up 10 minutes later online and on a sportstalk radio show in Gainesville. “Don’t Tweet anything you wouldn’t say on the air.”

Pollack: “Great. What do I say?”

Jeez.

I also assured Pollack that when I post his Twitter address — @DavidPollack47 — he’ll have over 600 followers by sundown. And pass me. (Shameless self-promotion: Follow @SchultzAJC today!)

Gotta give Pollack credit. He has bounced back better than most in his situation. He owned Athens when he played for the Bulldogs. He was a first-round draft pick in Cincinnati. He suffered a scary, career-ending injury shortly after leaving the starting gate in 2006. He tried to rehab from a broken cervical vertebrae but couldn’t continue playing. He did some TV at college games and was pretty good at it. Then he landed a sports talk gig at 790-AM The Zone in afternoon drive-time with Mike Bell, a radio show that’s in the minority in that I actually like it.

“It’s great because I have something to do every day,” Pollack said. “I’m really a sports junkie. I’m constantly reading, watching and talking sports. I’m like a sports crack head. I wish I had the passion in school that I have for sports because then maybe I could’ve  made something with my life. Maybe I could’ve actually contributed something to society.”

Sports talk and Twittering isn’t rocket science. But Pollack’s doing OK. Although I am assuming a rocket scientist can figure out Twitter.

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