3:51 p.m. --
(and I could probably be fired for saying this, but...)
I just saw the Hooters/Dick Vitale commercial. And then my phone rang.
It was dignity.
And they called to tell me Dickie V has just been voted off the island.
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I mean, that commercial is staggering. Staggering.
Not that you go to Hooters for the food...but the baskets of slop in the commercials looked like someone's deep-friend entrails.
And the Hooters girls had so much cake on their face, they looked like they lost on the Gong Show.
And Dickie V. Well... I mean, wow.
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I'd actually like to see Billy Packer in a Hooters ad. While Packer is not so much annoying as universally loathesome, the commercial would probably go like this: Billy would order a set of atomic wings and calamari. When the two-bit hussy in too-tight orange spandex brought him his fried pig shit, he'd then berate the waitress, tell her to get a real job like a secretary, and then proceed to go on and on about the Missouri Valley Conference.
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Oral Roberts went down double-figures and is making a comeback. I hope. I want my bracket to be perfect before dinner.
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Norm and Gonzo back on the "tube" with astute analysis.
I'd give you some of their gems, but honestly, I'm not listening. I typed "cat in a blender AND mp3" into Google, and now have that on replay on iTunes.
yh&os,
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