I am a FOK, I suppose.
When he worked at ESPN, Keith was my neighbor--not right next to me, but I would see him a lot, jogging around the neighborhood wearing, in the cold months, a leather hat with the floppy ear parts. On empty weekends he would stand on his porch in a bathrobe with the knuckles of his clenched fists on his hips, staring into the sky, as if posing for a oil portrait.
My uncle owned a tuxedo shop near ESPN and Olbermann, for some reason, needed a tux quickly. My uncle said Olbermann's measurements were insane and nearly impossible to deliver on in time.
"He had a gigantic ass," my uncle says.