The first one’s just temporary, I think. Johnny Maine, you’re your own worst critic. Relax a bit. Just pitch. The team’s got your back. (Also, in the pre-show, Ron Darling called Mainey "single." Nope. Dude’s married, Ronnie.)
The second thing I’d rather not see? Oh my God these anti-smoking commercials could not get worse. Electronic Voice Box Dude and Ten Year Old Whiney Girl were easy enough to mute. But Gangrenous Leg Guy is killing me.
Don’t get me wrong: Smoking = bad. Ew, gross, don’t smoke. But come on, now, advertising people. Your commercials s.u.c.k. Try showing people how smoking ages skin, or point out that money spent on cigarettes could have bought a house, or something. Rare smoking-related ailments aren’t gonna work for people who’ll just say "But that won’t happen to me."
Also, some of us eat dinner during the games.
Yes, this is what I rant about after a 7-0 shut out. I have faith in our boys. And I really don’t want to look at gangrene.