I literally did a spit-take when reading this:
And that says a lot because I so totally loathe that song (which goes to show you I don't, in fact, love ALL cheese, so there).
Also completely delightful is the Paul O'Neill/David Cone combo in the booth. I've snerked several times the last few games, specifically with the two of them flipping the eff out over the idea of being patted on the shoulder reassuringly by a coach because it interferes with their intense game face or whatever.
But would they dance...if I asked them to dance?
Okay, that's it. Putting the hate hat for Enrique Iglesias' turn-of-the-century tuneage back on now.
