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Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Fans Picking Up on a Pick-Up Line?
Story goes that guy's in a bar, chatting up a bodacious babe in leather pants, when ESPN's Chris Berman strides by, says "You're with me, leather," and off she goes. Story gets put on a sassy sports blog, headlined "He ... could ... go ... all .. the ... way," inspiring all sorts of funny comments, such as "Thanks. You now owe me breakfast and a new keyboard," and "Using that on the wife when she gets home." Next thing, sports wordist Tony Kornheiser uses the term on the radio, Keith Olbermann on TV ("Then again, who am I to get into a semantics argument with a guy carrying an iron war hammer and a tunic made out of animals he killed with his own teeth? You're with me, leather.") and the phrase is on T-shirts, gets in wikipedia, and starts appearing on signs at sporting events, like the Indy 500, as Glen Macnow mentioned last night on WIP. A nexus of weirdness and fantasy has somehow enveloped this phrase, but the weirdness doesn't matter as long as the fantasy lingers. And as long as it engenders more stories about Boomer's abilities and comments like "Berman scoring makes baby Jesus cry." There's even one with a local angle:
Because of this info, I have spent the afternoon hiding under my desk, curled into the fetal position. Because if being on ESPN, having catchphrases, and being loud is all it takes to score mad chicks, well ... Imagine the women even Stephen A. Smith gets.
Hey, seeing "You're with me, leather" on signs beats seeing biblical numbers or guys waving with cellphones or fans flocking to the stands for dollar dogs.