Do you get a facial tic when you see boxers renting the very skin
on their backs for cheesy online casino ads?
Do you grind your molars when you see the feared Oakland Raiders
play at Network Associates Coliseum?
Do you gnaw on a table leg when you read how the Boston Red Sox
just sold ad space on the home run nets atop the Green Monster?
Not me. I want more ads. I want them everywhere. The more the
better. If they could find a way to project the Pepsodent logo
onto Tiger Woods's pearly whites, I would be delighted.
I used to be like you. I used to curse the fact that ads are
taking over every square centimeter of sports. That is, until I
read that someday, logos could be genetically imprinted on
Schweitzer! There's a rare blue-winged Blockbuster!
That's the day I lost all hope. Like Captain Queeg with the
strawberries, I snapped. Now I am insatiable. The sooner all our
games are covered in ads, the better. I want ads everywhere,
It's not enough that Linford Christie once wore the Puma logo on
his contact lenses. Or that Rasheed Wallace considered letting a
candy company tattoo its logo on his body. Why can't Kurt Warner
shave the Campbell's soup logo into his famous stubble? Why can't
Edgerrin James spell out SONY on his gold front teeth?
It's not enough that the networks project ads onto the wall
behind home plate. Why can't they put the Target logo in the
catcher's glove? The Tidy Bowl man on the dugout water cooler? A
Starbucks logo on Joe Torre's plastic foam cup?
It's not enough that bulls in rodeos are now named after
products. (Do you realize you can ride Durango Skoal?) We need
people named after products. George Foreman named five of his
boys George. Couldn't the next few be called Fireman's Fund
Think of how much ad space is wasted at the Olympics alone! Do
Olympic committees really need both sides of the gold medal? What
about ads on swimmers' Speedos? (Some affording more space than
others.) Or on the bottom of Michelle Kwan's skates?
People, we need to plaster outside the box here! We need to start
thinking like Acclaim Entertainment, the New York-based
video-game company, which says it will begin offering fees to
relatives of the deceased if it can put small billboards on
gravestones in Great Britain.
Brother: Where's Grandpa again?
Sister: Under the Marlboro ad, ditwad!
It's not enough that we have college football players with
swooshes on their uniforms playing for the Sears Trophy on a
football field with a big Tostitos logo stenciled in the middle.
We need ads on the cheerleaders (Wonderbra) and on the team
benches ("Get your butt into a Ford!") and even on the stretcher
It's not enough that the LPGA just played the Jamie Farr Kroger
Classic Presented by Alltel. Doesn't the Dr. Irwin Schmaltz
Clinic of Nasal Plastic Surgery Sponsors the Jamie Farr Kroger
Classic Presented by Alltel with Additional Support from Qualcomm
in Case Alltel Goes Broke Between Now and Sunday have a nice ring
Why can't we be like Mexico, where, seconds before the opening
kickoff of soccer matches, a huge digital Coke bottle rises out
of the midfield circle, begins spinning madly and then retreats
into the earth? We have the perfect place for that in this
country: Dick Vitale's mouth.
Hell, what are colleges waiting for? There's money to be made,
people! Why not call yourself the Akron Ziplocs? The Rice-a-Roni
Owls? The Pittsburgh Paints? Do you realize how much money the
University of Arkansas would make if it'd simply change "Whoooo,
pig, sooey!" to "AFLAC"?
It's not enough that there are ads on our urinal cakes, our
fortune cookies, our ski-lift chairs and our bananas! It's not
enough that ads are rolled into our beach sand, beamed onto our
buildings, plastered onto our buses. Why hasn't somebody figured
out a way to project an ad onto the moon or get bluebirds to
whistle the Chevy jingle?
Luckily, the future is shaping up ad-tastically. Already, virtual
ad companies like Princeton Video Image are refining technology
that allows them to do cyber product placement in old movies and
TV shows. Can you imagine what they can do to old sports movies?
Honey, do you remember Rocky hitting Apollo Creed with his Palm
Olympic committees really need both sides of the gold medal?