Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

With Apologies to Bud Light...


Today we salute you Mr. Parabolic Microphone Holder Guy. (REAL AMERICAN HE-ROES!) You show up game after game, sportin' orange, blue and that transparent umbrella thingie. (TRANSPARENT UMBRELLA THI-I-INGIE!) Why? So back home we can hear the spare change rattling in the referee's pocket! (A BUCK FORTY NI-INE!) And when your team scores, you don't let an army of cameras stop you from throwin' up the devil horns and barking out an encouraging "Woo-Woo!" (YOU'RE ON TEE-VEE, DUDE!") So crack open a Bud Light, Mr. Parabolic Microphone Holder Guy, for You Sir know when to capture authentic gridiron sound and when, to represent! (MR. PARABOLIC MICROPHONE HOLDER G-U-U-U-Y!)

{Via b-roll, with thanks to Warren...}

3 comments:

Jorge_Guapo said...

My guess is...
The real mic holder guy is tied up in a closet, somewhere in Pasadena.
"Hello...Anyone? The game's over. You can let me out now!"

HockeyPat said...

Seems like I remember a certain Lenslinger who used to roam the sidelines with his see-through umbrella… I remember your sage advice too, NEVER point that thing at a cheering crowd.

Great post. I love those commercials, especially Mr. Over-zealous foul ball chaser. I once heard one that was really suggestive revolving around the outside peanut vender. I think the reason I only heard it once was because one of the line …”You look a man right in the eye when you ask him if he would like you to smoother his nuts in mustard.”

Billy Jones said...

The Blogosphere is secretly being taken over by poets and I'm in on the conspiracy.