Gratuitous Nats Posting - Irritating Side Issues Division - NOW "BABE-DATED"

Somehow, it's not so painful when it's not even close.

So instead, I post this evening about a commercial that runs on MASN during Nats games these days. It's by Firestone and features a fairly hawt babe in a cowboy hat and shades driving a top-down jeep out in the desert somewhere.

The theme of the commercial is stupid enough to be easily dismissed. It involves turning the supposedly great grip of Firestone tires into a play on "rap" music. Don't ask.

No, what gets me is this: After having had fun with said play at a T-head intersection stop sign, the jeep-driving babe laughs and turns off on to the crossing road. But here's the thing: She's in the middle of the freakin' desert, there's not a soul within 500 miles of her and she.....signals the turn!

I have always been of the opinion that turn signals should only be employed on a need-to-know basis. Thus, I only use them a) if there is actually someone immediately around me and b) if my intent isn't fairly obvious.

Thus, it grates on me that Free-Wheelin' Babe, out at the back of beyond where it couldn't possibly matter to anything other than the gila monsters and scorpions, feels compelled to use her turn signals anyway. I mean, I'm Mr. Law and Order Tory Conservative, but even to me this kind of Rebel-With-Training-Wheels thing is repulsive.

(What? Well what do you expect me to thing about - the Game?)

BACK ON TRACK UPDATE: Mink Monica sends along this little piece of snarky taunting courtesy of the Philly press. Ya know, most of my ire so far this season has been aimed at the goddam Fish down Florida way, but a cheap dig like this brings me back to my original battle cry for the season:

PHILADELPHIA DELENDA EST!

"ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE" UPDATE DEUX:

Prof. Chaos calls for the babe in the hat. We deliver: