The rest of us just live in it.
I’m on the treadmill trying to work off tonnage, ESPN on, and I see him introducing C. Viv, M.J., Stockton, and the Admiral, the newest members of the Basketball Hall of Fame.
I grab a magazine to read over lunch, and there he is again, in an ad for some furniture thing looking like the freakin’ lord of the manor. Newspaper in hand… dog at his feet…a crackling fire…come on, NOBODY hangs around their house looking like that. Nobody!
He calls the Final Four games, then gets up and hands out the trophies when the games are over.
And now…if he doesn’t have to run home to Westport for clean underwear…he heads down to Augusta, Georgia to call the Masters. (And we can only assume he’ll play Augusta National on Monday, and play with Titleist equipment and balls, because after all, he is the voice of Titleist on their commercials.)
It’s a Jim Nantz world, alright. But hey, I’m not jealous.