As we move through the gears of life, put it into automatic and cruise on down the highway, it’s not uncommon to lose patience with certain things, especially when you don’t know how to drive. When I praise at the altar of my own imagination, I don’t need to be told who I should and should not believe in. And when I mock Jon Jovi for the thousands of days of sleepless nights they’ve caused me, I don’t need to told that the so-called band are playing at one of the biggest concerts of the year, next year. And when I turn on the TV to watch college basketball, I don’t expect to be looking at some random dude with teeth that would blind the sun, telling me the way it is:
I hear his brother Hey does the sports for the local news in Albuquerque.
That dude gets around!
Perhaps it’s supposed to read “Rahn Dam” and he’s some mystical sage of the football world. Great find.
Now that would be so cool.
Now, wouldn’t you be disappointed if this was this guy’s real name?
I reckon that would massively cheer me up!
He’s my fave sportscaster! Especially when accompanied by Random Chick!
Random Chick and Random Dude are pretty awesome together alright!