Note to King Bud Selig: If you wanna sell your product to a bunch of guys, hire Kim Kardashian for your spots… not Dane Cook. Not Bon Jovi.
Chicks, Bud. Hot chicks.
Maybe I’d settle for Reggie Bush. Maybe.
Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
Oh, you noticed that? You noticed that I really don’t seem all that excited? Hm, perhaps that’s because I’m not. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the inevitability of it all. Maybe it’s the East Coastness of it all. Maybe it’s the jackwits who are eating this up right now. Whatever it is, it just leaves me a little cold.
I think it has a little to do with the Yankees spending more than a billion dollars over the past five years to get to this point. You’d like to think that money can’t buy you championships but the Yankees are set to prove that one wrong. It definitely has something to do with the Tigers losing that playoff. And even though Jeff is right in saying that baseball is baseball is baseball, I just can’t get myself to be all that excited.
But, on the bright side, at least Dane Cook is dead and won’t ruin any more of those World Series ads. Oh, really? He’s still alive? Hm, I guess I just assumed he was dead. Sorry about that. My bad.