I Hate Cell Phones

I was sitting home in my comfy chair watching the Yankee/ Twin game last night and low and behold the camera seeks out a shapely gorgeous blonde. What a sight....every red blooded American male dream.

But it stops there. She's on a "cell phone" talking to Suzie or Lizzy about who knows what. Head down gabbing away like she's hearing the latest sale items at Bloomingdale's.

It's then that it hits me. Whenever they show one of these dizzy broads board beyond tears sitting at a sports event that they could hardly care being at, they need to take a hot line drive to the kisser. That should wake them in a New York minute as to why they're there.