When you really think about it, being in the good graces of the smoking hot wife of the Bengals backup quarterback should be one of Brent Musburger's highest honors and I truly don't mean that as a slight to his 'Hall Of Fame' career. It might not put any trophies in the case, but there isn't a better feeling than getting than getting a nod of approval for a job well done from a beautiful woman. Especially when you're an elderly white male that managed to call attention to said beautiful woman on national television without sounding like too much of a creep. Maybe the "whoooaaa" was a bit overboard, but put 99% of those that share a demographic with Brent Musburger behind his microphone in that situation and we're talking surefire sexual harassment. I mean, if my brother showed up to a family gathering with a broad that looked like Katherine McCarron I would be crossing my fingers that my father held his tongue, never mind having her thrown on a screen in front of him with a bunch of live, dead air to fill. It's a goddamn miracle he was able to wax poetically about her appearance without sounding like he was ready to unzip and wax predatory right in the booth. I remember that timeless moment like it happened yesterday and I remember it being funny as opposed to cringeworthy. He's surely commentated closer games, but flawlessly navigating that situation says all you need to know about Brent Musburger's professional pedigree.
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