Whenever a personality leaves "community" radio or television and moves to "commercial" radio or television people (read: douchetards) like to prattle on about how that personality has "sold out."
People have to look after themselves and their families. Hating the Telegraph as I do, if they offer me a heap of cash to write about sport, I'd likely take it. Even if it meant a moratorium on the Glen Boss bashing. Even if it meant having to see Phil Gould and his dickface in lunch room every day.
However, when I see the ads for Roy and HG on Triple M I just vomit in my mouth a little. Leave, by all means. Take the money. DON'T pretend that hanging out with "Ugly Phil and Sammy" fills you with anything but revulsion.
Roy: "What are you doing Sammy?"
Sammy: "I'm playing music that rocks..."
Professor: "Really, you still have Khe Sanh on fucking high rotation. Khe Sanh! Is it 1983? Seriously? Next you'll try to tell me that you are engaging in a discussion about Schrodingers Cat."
Ugly Phil: "Listen, I don't know what's wrong with your cat but I have a double shot of Good Charlotte to play...."