Marty Moon has many horrible problems, but until now I had not realized that not being able to properly drink from a paper cup was one of them. Unless perhaps he is getting ready to sneeze and/or sing karaoke into his li’l dixie there. Let’s just hope he isn’t so distracted by his cup to be bilked out of money by the local fat golf hustler…
Marty looks like he’s drinking from a pee cup you get from the doctor. Maybe that was part of an earlier bet.
Comment by jailbird — August 4, 2006 @ 1:22 pm
Bitchin site, btw.
Comment by jailbird — August 4, 2006 @ 1:23 pm
Marty’s been hitting the “bottled water” so hard all day that he can’t tell where his mouth is anymore. From my own experience in the business, I know that small-town radio pays diddly squat — and any middle-aged man who’s still doing high-school play-by-play would almost certainly have to be profoundly alcoholic. Anyone with any talent or ambition would have long ago moved to bigger markets, or gone into advertising sales.
I keep waiting for him to whip out a semi-automatic after a tough Milford loss, and gun down Gil, the team, and the cheerleaders.
Comment by John Walters — August 4, 2006 @ 1:29 pm