Fed up with phony corporate Super Bowl hype, not to mention those pious coaches and players incessantly invoking a deity to further their careers?
Here's a parrot singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." Spring training is near!
I've given up following the Super Bowl hype, but I have to make note of the several stories I read recently about the few major corporate-sponsored parties that were still held in Tampa.
Does anyone not laugh at breathless feature stories about the usual party-celebrities-for-hire like Paris Hilton (this century's Zsa Zsa Gabor, but without the conversational skills) and Diddly-Squat Coombs or whatever his name is?
Also, note the stories saying how some of the big promotional party organizers, hoping to equalize the male-female ratio for the sad sacks who pay to get in, recruited several hundred attractive women attendees from Tampa area talent and modeling agencies.
Hardee-har-har-har, as Ralph Kramden would say. Flash: There is not much of an industry in professional modeling and talent agencies in central Florida. There is, however, a thriving business in strip clubs -- and that's where a lot of the party-recruiting was done.
Nothing at all wrong with that -- just let's not get all grand about how ICM or the Ford Models agency might have supplied all of the good-looking portion of the party-hearty list!