I was driving to work Sunday, listening to Tom Brady and the Patriots enjoying their trip to London at the expense of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
An ad came on. It sounded different, and it was different.
I heard a reference to linemen and their “sacks.” As it turned out, the ad was for a local urologist, pushing his new “no needle, no scalpel” vasectomy. The punch line was, “You want an experienced quarterback to handle your footballs.”
“Wow, they’ve got 15 year old boys writing commercials now,” I thought. I found myself in that netherworld between amused and appalled.
I was, however, intrigued enough to do a little background research into the doctor, and what I found was enough to make me not want to mention his name. Seems he pleaded guilty a few years ago to charging insurance companies for free cancer drug samples he used on patients. And he lost his license to practice in New York.
Appalled rallied late in the fourth quarter to beat Amused.
And if I were in the market for a vasectomy, I’d find another quarterback to handle my footballs.