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Hey guys, nice to see all of you random drunks and weirdos again. It’s your old pal, Internet Dad, the original boss around these parts. How the hell are ya?
Anyway, niceties are out of the way, lets talk about some STUFF.
I’d like to talk about announcers today.
So, many of you may not know this, but old Internet Dad originally wanted to do play-by-play, when I was but a wee lad. I had grandiose dreams of being Jack Buck or the fictional Harry Doyle from Major League, just telling the millions what was going on in a baseball game and having a great time doing it. I grew up listening to Jack and Harry Carray and thought that they were the coolest sons-of-bitches alive, and that was my dream job.
Well, the state of broadcasting is at a weird place now.
It seems that everyone, everywhere, hates their local guy or the national guy. Joe Buck takes a lot of heat, and frankly, deserves some of it. However, I think that passionate sport fans everywhere get a bit too in the weeds when it comes to the local guy. Nobody can be impartial. If a guy’s a homer, they hate it. If he’s too dry, they hate it. If he replaces their guy, they hate it. We love a guy until we don’t anymore – (look out, Tony Romo, they’ll hate you soon enough). I feel like yelling at the announcer is fun, and easy, especially when they are a moron.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, Fuck Phil Simms.
Anyway, this is a bit short, I know, I’m filling in for RTD, who has had some kind of shit this morning and forced me to get out of bed, but them’s the breaks. I’ll be around more so watch your language, shitheads.