Who You Callin' a Fathead?
Whatever happened to Fathead? Can't say I've seen Big Ben or Torry Holt or crazy Chad Johnson or anybody else shilling for them these days. Of course, the product stunk - even as a little kid with no taste, before I rounded into the salmon-colored tie-wearing metrosexual headbanger that I am now, I could not see myself clamoring for a massive sticker of, say, Chuck Muncie's head to put on my wall. But man, a year ago you could not escape those ads on ESPN. I kind of dug them for their overt cheesiness. Anyone know if they just folded? Have I just missed them this season?
(Brief quasi-related aside: Back in the day, how tight were those Sports Illustrated posters everyone had? Remember with the white border and just the dude's name at the bottom?)
Thinking about weak sports products/commercials got my mind churning about Bill Parcells's "Backyard Football Drills" ads that are in heavy rotation on The Ocho lately. Had to ask The Tuna if he was catching any grief from his players about them during the conference call, but he wasn't in the mood to joke around (guess T.O., kickergate, and the Tony Romo/Bledsoe QB feud can get to a guy).
All Bill could muster in defense of himself was: "They were done several years ago and just went into production this year. I don't know why." Not sure if was trying to imply that production values on TV commercials as a whole were down in 2004 or something - like this was part of some prevalent trend - but I let it go nonetheless.
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