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After 47 episodes, it was bound to happen.
Joe Montana didn’t complete every pass. Michael Jordan didn’t make every shot. Babe Ruth didn’t hit a homerun every at-bat. Even they couldn’t bring Game A everyday.
The SYMP’cast can relate. Oh, they tried. Launched with a musical, but monotonous, McGill mashup, and powered by four Propels, a monster Jana soft drink cup, and Doug’s pretty pink sippy cup, our favorite podcast attempted greatness, yet it was not to be.
Andy was gone, thus no Andy-cackle. (A Jana-squawk is not the same.) Nadeem was gone, so we were left with Tony and his laptop. (Dude, if you’re that distracted, how distracted do you think we are?)
Then we had to listen to lots about death and bisexuality and disappointment. And the Fields’ self-centered, others-stingy gift policy. It was enough to leave us feeling M&M Dodger jacket blue.
It wasn’t all caskets and narcissism. There were these nuggets to leave us hopeful:
- Matt: “Nothing says love like sock puppets.”
- McGill again: “Unwrap me.” (Creepy, in a Something About Mary way)
- Aztec calendars
Oh, well. There’s another show in the feed. Let’s hope they were able to bring their Game A on this one.
Where are you guys?
Comment by Andy Brazelton — March 17, 2008 @ 10:22 pm
See? That’s the heart of the problem right there. Every time we sit down to watch Doug and the gang, someone wanders off, or we run out of bananas, or Jerome’s mother decides it’s time for his flea bath…always something.
And if we get through all that, then someone wants to take roll call to see where we all are. And assumes we’re all guys. Sheesh.
Comment by administrator — March 18, 2008 @ 11:40 am
My bad guys…
Comment by Andy Brazelton — March 18, 2008 @ 1:04 pm