Tim McCarver Must Die
Around midnight last night, I figured that Saturday was the longest, most emotionally draining day that I've had in about 3 months. But somehow it paled in comparison to today, as I got to the office around 6:30 this morning for a brief meeting, after which the breaking down of film, weekly planning, and Boss taking accountability (read: brutal bitch outs) began. The morning reminded me of the scene in JFK where Kevin Costner replays the segment in the Zapruder film of Kennedy's brain being blown into the street again and again.. "back.. and to the left... back.. and to the left... back.. and to the left." But now that we're done having our hearts crapped on, it's time to move on. A new Saturday approaches. For those of you that tried to talk to me after I got home yesterday (and since), I apologize. I was a raging bitch and there's no excuse for it. Hopefully, all I did was blow you off but if I said something about how you can't understand what this is like because you go to a shitty, directional school and have no understanding of the magnitude of this happening, I'm an asshole and I'm sorry. Aside from an update to my Mark May installments (probably in the next day or so), this is the last you'll see me speak of Saturday.
In any case, [side note: did I just see Eminem pimping himself on an iPod/iTunes commercial with his song "Lose Yourself"? Shame on you Eminem. Then again, maybe the opportunity to whore yourself U2-style only comes once in a lifetime.] since the baseball playoffs are rolling, it'd be a shame not to share this gem with those of you who suffer through the inane blathering of Fox's chief baboon, Tim McCarver. I present to you, Tim McCarver Must Die.
Get a bottle of your favorite booze and a shot glass and...
1: Drink every time Tim uses a multi-syllable word incorrectly.
2: Drink every time Tim states the obvious like it is a profound insight.
3: Drink every time Tim calls the play wrong.
4: Drink every time Tim gets a player's name wrong.
5: Drink every time one of Tim's inane comments is met with stoney silence by the other broadcasters in the booth.
If you're not bloody rat-arsed by the end of the 1st inning, you're watching the wrong game.
In any case, [side note: did I just see Eminem pimping himself on an iPod/iTunes commercial with his song "Lose Yourself"? Shame on you Eminem. Then again, maybe the opportunity to whore yourself U2-style only comes once in a lifetime.] since the baseball playoffs are rolling, it'd be a shame not to share this gem with those of you who suffer through the inane blathering of Fox's chief baboon, Tim McCarver. I present to you, Tim McCarver Must Die.
Get a bottle of your favorite booze and a shot glass and...
1: Drink every time Tim uses a multi-syllable word incorrectly.
2: Drink every time Tim states the obvious like it is a profound insight.
3: Drink every time Tim calls the play wrong.
4: Drink every time Tim gets a player's name wrong.
5: Drink every time one of Tim's inane comments is met with stoney silence by the other broadcasters in the booth.
If you're not bloody rat-arsed by the end of the 1st inning, you're watching the wrong game.
posted by Flash at 10/16/2005 07:49:00 PM
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