Not to go all Tom Friedman, but JB says "Suck on this, Cleveland."
You want to bring in my (smoking-hot, FWIW) ex to sing the anthem? Glad she got free tickets. You want to have Kenny Lofton try to get in my head? Watch me tell Kenny, in the words of Billy Batts, "now, go get your f*****g shinebox!"
You want to trot out McCarver and the increasingly pompous and moronic Joe Buck? Actually, at this point, I'm ready to surrender. Or call in reinforcements:
And final thoughts, for Game Six, please to be showing me more of this
and far less of this
Thanks in advance, Tito.