Apparently the network suits thought that a Rolling Rock commercial featuring 33 men taking groin strikes from a “magic baseball” was considered inappropriate.
Huh.
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No accounting for taste, I guessBy lex, on June 16th, 2007
June 16th, 2007 | Category: Gratuitous slap
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Yeah, inflicting pain on men is always funny. Is the Rolling Rock follow-on going to be a crazed kung-fu kick gone wild that pounds women’s breasts while they fall over in eye-watering pain?
Didn’t think so. Score one for the corporate suits.
No sense of humour Zane. Maybe you have a case of over-identification. I thought it was pretty funny!
PS – Freudian slip – when I first wrote this post it came out “No sense of humour pain”. Okay, maybe it did hurt… just a little
A source assures me that no actual baseball players were hurt in the filming of this commercial. So rest easy on that.
Eh, used to drink that watery stuff when I was a kid. Maybe they’re going after the man-hater market?
Michelle, I believe it has already been admitted into evidence that you’re a Canuck Feminista, thus a supercilious, hairy-legged, birkenstock wearing biddy. Of course you liked it.
I thought it was hilarious and I never drink RR.
Casca, WTF is your problem?
Dissing long-term readers does not go over well here.
What is said about “stopped clocks”.
Dumb commercial.
Casca
Have a question – something I’ve been wondering for quite awhile. Do you get paid extra to be jackass or does it just come to you naturally?
Ah, Michelle and Casca;have a look at http://ballastexistenz.org/?p=395
Umm, sorry, that’s http://ballastexistenz.autistics.org/?p=395
Uh, Casca, I think I kinda agree with you, in some ways, but I try not to be rude when communicating with strangers in the intartoobs. I thought evverbody knew that boy interests and girl interests are not always exactly congruent and co-incident. I think I learned that when I was, maybe, eight years old?
Thanks JTG. Love you too.
Ah, Michelle, is that sincere or sarcastic? It’s not obvious to me. Actually I’d feel uncomfortable about your loving me, seeing that we’ve never met.
I’d feel better if you just declared that you don’t hate me.
Although I’m probably mistaken, I would have thought that the name of the beer, Rolling rock (Rock—get it?), would naturally lend itself to a commercial where the subject was “rocks”.
However, I’m just a simple, Canadian, shave-legged, espadrille-wearing, young gal (that’s my story and I’m sticking with it!) who is glad that her occasional scribbles aren’t vetoed by a committee of the site owner and regulars.
Meaning no harm to any member of Team Man, but it’s still a VERY funny commercial. Thank you, sir.
Veritas et Fidelis Semper
Personally speaking, I thought the commercial was lame and, if I were a “network suit” I would have pulled it for that reason and that reason alone. This is why I do not watch commercials.
And Casca, though I am not a Canuck Feminista, nor a supercilious, hairy-legged, birkenstock wearing biddy (I shaved yesterday and I’m currently wearing a pair of Quiksilver flip flops) I’m wondering if maybe you over-identify with the men in this commercial. I have a feeling that there is more than one person on this planet that would have liked to have nailed you in the groin. And, judging by your personality here and your reaction to the commercial, probably has. Can’t say I blame them.
Yeah. Me too Casca. I like RR beer..or any super cold American lager beer that I bought on sale at the exchange for that matter (Old Millwater is my favorite). That “loaf of bread” tasting Guiness stuff is probably why my forebearers left Eire!
One time when playing third I caught a bad hop to the doodads. As I looked up at my teammates who immediately formed a circle around me as I lay writhing on the ground, I remember seeing nothing BUT profound sympathy on their collective faces- very unusual for dat crew I’ll tell ya.
Yeah, I certainly can identify with this commercial.
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I recommend *nobody* screw with HomeFrontSix.
I’ve met her, more than once, and the last thing she is is a Canuck Feminista.
Just sayin’.
I thought that one might fall flat. Ah well, we can’t all be lion tamers. “Biddy” was certainly over the top, but I was in a hurry and perforce chose a word not exactly to my meaning.
Still, who could see humor in that commercial? Not I.
And congratulations to all who have come to the aid of that poor defenseless foreign girl. I am a very bad man.
There, now was that funny? Well, I laughed. I’ll settle for that. xxoo
Defenseless? Didn’t quite seem so…
Really… I can sure tell most of you haven’t grown up in a small town with creeks running through them. “Rolling Rocks” are the small stones and rocks that roll and bounce along with the current in the creek.
The baseball game thing is funny, after all, “there is no crying in baseball”. Relax and have a laugh.
The rest of it, including the perversion of their own name by the “Rolling Rock” suits… well, it’s just that: a perversion of a good thing… the rolling rocks, that is.
It was humorous, in a slapstick sort of way. Nothing to watch more than once, however.
Which brings to mind a revelation I had a few weeks ago that I’d like to share. I went to Denver, as a guest of a large midwestern company, and wound up spending an evening watching pro baseball at the local ballpark.
So to continue my story, because one slap at the tab key and I’m on the record, I’m in the second row behind first base thinking I *must* have something better to do than watch grown men in stretch pants play ball.
Then the beer vendor came down the bleachers, hawking his wares.
Folks, I sat in my seat, passed a $20 to the guy next to me, a few moments later I had a cold beer, a hot dog with all the fixings, a bag of peanuts, and I had my *change* back too!
I couldn’t believe it! I mean, I don’t get this kind of service in my own living room on Super Bowl Sunday! Think of it — hand the person next to you some money and as if by magic there is beer, food, and snacks returned along with coin of the realm?
I may have been all wrong about this whole baseball thing. In fact, I’m thinking about just plowing under ten acres or so around the living room and installing bleachers.
I could get *used* to that sort of thing.
Still doesn’t make a great beer commercial though. Beer commercials traditionally have the same plot, which is to imply that your average fat, disgusting slob suddenly becomes interesting to hot, mostly naked women as soon as he opens and starts to guzzle a sponsored beer. I have it on personal experience that drinking beer does not attract women. At best it can make those attracted to you much more appealing. This effect is universal and hence also applies to your drinking buddies (who have arranged to have your body tattoo’d with strange Babylonian symbols as soon as you pass out).
– Max
I was not coming to Michelle’s defense. I’ve only been around these parts for a short while but I suspect she can hold her own. I was simply pointing out that Casca’s personality has probably, on more than one occasion, warranted a swift kick to the groin (or the desire to do so).
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Geez, Lex, didn’t you set the bait on that one. Any guy who’s ever caught one in the jewels (and we all have) takes a grim schadenfruede at seeing another man down (there but for the grace of God [snicker snicker]… ). Still, there’s a double standard, and we would never show a woman enduring such pain and try to pass it off as funny (possible exception, childbirth, but then it’s usually pawned off as the man’s fault, as in, “You did this to me!”).
Now, I didn’t count, but I wonder if there were “33″ casualties…
“That poor defenseless foreign girl…”
What say we take this outside and see just how defenseless I am Casca. Now that would be funny…
You don’t like me. I am a lawyer (gasp). I speak my mind and it may not always agree with yours (gasp again). Despite that, and so sorry to disapooint, but I doubt that I even fit your definition of a feminist. Afraid you may have to go looking for that strange bird, a Canuck Feminista, elsewhere.
Ah well, I’m in good company. There are a few here at Lex’s who aren’t exactly your cup of tea, no? But any time anyone calls you on your obnoxiousness (and you have certainly shown enough of it), you consistently use the defence of humor – “What’s wrong with you guys? Can’t you take a joke?”
To paraphrase from Forrest Gump
“A jackass is as a jackass does”.
PS Legs smooth (check), thinks most Birkenstocks are borderline ugly (check), just about the polar opposite of haughty and arrogant (unless someone really pisses me off, of course).
Oh yeah, just for the record, have never burned a bra in my life – afraid that fad was a little before my time.
Zane
You may have a point. After having followed this thread, I will concede that its highly unlikely that many women (myself obviously included) “get” just how painful an experience that must be for a guy.
I’ll blame it on the media (why not, they will do) where its consistently played like a “big funny”.
I dunno, I thought it was funny. Partly because it wasn’t real. Seeing someone genuinely get injured, that usually isn’t funny. Unless he’s just announced, “Hey y’all, watch this!”, then it’s funny no matter what.
Years ago, I got hit *there* by a 3/4″ high pressure air hose that blew apart at a coupling. It whipped around and ever so accurately knocked me into a ball of pain on the ground. After it was determined I was going to be ok, the rest of the group that had gathered decided it was funny as hell. After thinking about it, I was very glad it had not hit me in the mouth, and had to go along with the good natured abuse I took.
The humor in it is part of the underlying sympathy guys don’t show.
Oh gawd, challenged by a girl on the playground. That’s like being asked to sign on to the Kyoto Accords, no upside.
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Oh gawd, challenged by a girl on the playground. That’s like being asked to sign on to the Kyoto Accords, no upside.
“What’s wrong with you guys? Can’t you take a joke?” Uh, just a minute there lawyer girl. Quotation marks for a pseudo-paraphrase? That’s rhetorical trickeration. More like, “Damn, I didn’t express myself as well as I could have, and it didn’t end up being funny.”
I’ll see your gump, and raise you a french waiter, “Only a fool argues with a jackass.”
Thanks for stopping by to pump another round into the corpse.
I’m starting to regret having started this thread…
Let’s all go soak our heads in a metaphorical bucket of cold water and come back dedicated to being the bloggers, readers and commmenters of the more decent sort, having let past attitudes, misunderstandings and reactions lie quietly in the past.
mm-kay?
Michelle,
I’ll have a Keith’s with you next time I’m up your way. I like Canadians, their beer and I had my anti-lawyer shot series 10 years ago. I even hang around with a couple at the marina. Canadians- not lawyers. Well, maybe they are lawyers. I know them as boat owners with funny flags on the stern. Cheers!
GEO6
Thanks GEO6. I’d be honoured to share one (or two or six) with you sir. Consider a case held on ice with your name on it.
And I’m glad your shots are up-to-date, that’s always imporant
OOOh, the fun you all get up to when I am not looking!
Let’s see…I shamefacedly confess to laughing (aloud) at the commercial but wouldn’t want to see it again.
I think Lex is marvelous.
I have felt something similar to what a man does, twice. It’s not pretty. It’s pretty bad. Both times involving horses, but the second, not his fault. So I sympathize.
Not having met Casca, I don’t know when he’s joking…but I’m less likely to post, now…
perhaps lessons in clearer communication and proper apologies? For us all, since I’ve had this problem.
AND, last but not least–I’ve met the lovely Ms. M. (sorry about the Ms, M!) Having known her for yonks online, then finally meeting, I was ASTONISHED since the person I met was so unlike what I’d expected. That said–I’ll leave you to wonder.
best, doorkeeper
PS–I’ve lived in small towns all my life and never heard the term “rolling rock” used for creek stones, but it makes sense. Perhaps I should ask about some of the weird phrases and so forth, that my neighbors use?
later, d
I mind the one and only home run I ever got as a kid, playing softball in elementary school. I made a solid hit to the pitcher’s ‘nads. I hesitated a bit, he lying on the ground hurting with the other ball, but wotthell, that was my chance, and I ran all the way around before anybody else did anything.
Well maybe it is just me…but I thought it was funny.
But then, I enjoyed Ranger school.
PS: Let’s all step away from the keyboards and calm down.
Peace, Love and Bobby Sherman!
jtg,
More excruciating detail on my bb story: After getting hit in ‘nads at third on a line drive shot (one short fateful bounce), the ball ended up on the ground in front of me. I picked it up from a kneeling position and threw the runner out at first..I never saw the out because I went out, too. So no, the sneaky SOB that line-shotted me didn’t get on base!
American Legion baseball- age 17. A long time ago but never forgotten!
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Albany Rifles
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“Sir, Put down the mouse down slowly and step away from the keyboard.”