Tuesday, January 25, 2011
No more bets....
Attention Mayors, Senators, Governors, City Council Presidents, Ambassadors, Prime Ministers, Dictators, Mounties, Postmasters General, and other assorted dignitaries:
The traditional cutesy bets on championship games of all sorts jumped the shark. Long ago. They've gone from mildly amusing to perfunctory and cliche, and I cannot take them any more.
If you're not going to do something cool (like hang a Terrible Towel from the torch of the Statue of Liberty), then stop. Because there are few things lamer than watching two (usually) uncool public officials exchange artery-clogging foods, and acting as if they are the first people to think of the whole splendid exercise.
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The traditional cutesy bets on championship games of all sorts jumped the shark. Long ago. They've gone from mildly amusing to perfunctory and cliche, and I cannot take them any more.
If you're not going to do something cool (like hang a Terrible Towel from the torch of the Statue of Liberty), then stop. Because there are few things lamer than watching two (usually) uncool public officials exchange artery-clogging foods, and acting as if they are the first people to think of the whole splendid exercise.
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