It's well written and very funny. There is something strangely poetic and philosophical in DB1's quest to find the platonic form of the perfect chica matched with an appallingly preening, gesturing, greasy, oft-orange douchebag. And to speak movingly about how wrong it is. This is hard to explain without pictures, so I guess I will send you directly to some of the HCwDB immortals such as Fish Slap, Joey Porsche, Oompa Prompa, and Millenium Bag. (yeah, there is some vulgar language in those links and the ones below too, if you are the delicate flower).
Recently, DB1 declared that Deion Sanders has earned a place in the Hallowed Hall of Retro Douche. The case is made with the above YouTube video and DB's discussion and reader comments on same. It is nearly impossible to watch that entire video. I couldn't and now I have that "song" as a ear worm. "Must be the money....that's turning them on." Exactly. You've been warned.
Thanks to DB1 for bringing attention to the menace of global douchebaggery, and good luck with your upcoming HCwDB book.
There's an old story that during a Yankees road trip in the 1920s, a knife-wielding woman chased a naked Babe Ruth through a railroad car. The reporters who covered the Yankees saw the whole thing, never wrote about it, and never bothered to ask the Bambino what transpired between him and the woman. Reporters in that era thought their job was to tell their readers about the Babe's exploits on the field, not in the bedroom.
When I was 8 years old, in the summer of 1984, I visited the Pro Football Hall of Fame for the first time. John Madden was there, too, taping a segment for CBS. And in an act of generosity that will always make me a Madden fan, he invited me, my family, and other people hanging around the Hall of Fame to step aboard his bus. The bus was a thing of beauty, with two full-time drivers, a bedroom, bathroom and two TVs with those new-fangled VCR things so Madden could watch game tape on the road.

















