It's Tribe Time...

Okay, so I'm loving the playoffs (Go Tribe! Sorry, Patti, but we must crush your team) but I hatehatehate those Dane Cook promos. Seriously, whose idea was that? When you say "baseball," I do not think of Dane Cook. If you say "talentless, gum-smacking, mouth-breathing frat reject who can't write his own material and therefore must steal it from others while also being the coolest guy that he himself knows," then maybe, but baseball? Come on.

Anyway, apparently Floyd from 30 Rock agrees:

Are Dane Cook's 15 minutes up yet? Can I fast-forward through them? No? Well then can I just sleep through them? Promise to wake me? Thanks. You're a pal.

And while I'm venting, those promos - the originals - aren't even funny. I thought comedians were supposed to be funny. Was I misinformed? Or is Cook's brand of humor so far beyond the ken of mortals like me that what he's doing is comedy, is in fact the very future of comedy, a future where "unfunny" is the new "funny," and I'm just too slow and too backward-thinking to grasp it's inherent hilarity? Perhaps Dane Cook is from a cube-shaped Bizarro planet where people are born old and grow to be babies and grass is red and grows underground and the sky is orange and filled with Studebakers and lawyers are like our Earth comedians and their comedians are like our CPA's and donuts taste like broccoli and cats marry dogs?

Stranger things have happened.