Monday, June 11, 2012
Apparently, this commercial is about baseball caps
I have a few questions for the guy with the sad mustache and the sadder devotion to a perennially bad baseball team- better questions than the ones he's being asked by his boyfriend errrrr....I mean, Former Close Friend Who Has Become an Insufferable A-Hole Since His Team Broke It's Own Curse. *
1. Would you give up sitting in a dusty, dank bar in the middle of a day nursing a beer while your team was playing on a television set you aren't even watching? I mean, check out the bright windows- clearly the Cubs are playing one of their traditional day games (and suffering one of their even more traditional losses) as these guys mutter at each other.
2. Would you experiment with showing emotion- any emotion at all- while talking about the team you care about so much? The deadpan responses the Cubs fan gives are, I believe, supposed to be funny. I think they are pretty darned close to depressing.
3. Would you stop pretending that THIS- sitting in a dank bar, exchanging "pleasantries" with an idiot whose team you are supposed to despise- is somehow a productive, reasonable way for an adult to spend a sunny afternoon?
4. If the Cubs won the World Series, would you spend the rest of your life rubbing it in my face, reminding me of all the afternoons I wasted sticking knives into your soul, reminding you of all the things you promised to do if The Unimaginable finally happened? Or are you willing to admit that the following summer would find you right back here, in your favorite wooden chair, nursing a beer with a morose, lost look on your face, as you realize that the Cubbies winning the Whole Thing didn't make your life any more worth living than it was when they sucked (which was pretty much every other year, except 2003.)
*Full disclosure: I'm a life-long Red Sox fan. I never promised God or anyone else that I would exchange my fingers for sausages or shave my mustache (never had any) or any of the other stupid things the stoned White Sox fan comes up with in this ad. And I never thought that my life would Suddenly Become Amazing if my beloved Boston could just once have an October that did not end in heartache. I just thought I'd be very, very happy for a short while, and then everything would go back to normal. And that's what exactly what did happen. Because I'm a realistic adult whose life does not rise and fall on the fortunes of nine millionaires playing a game.
2007 was very cool, too.