Worst Athletic Commercial Endorsements
Hiya kids!
So today we’re gonna talk about poor decisions made by athletes. No, not on the field… On camera! Let’s begin in Cincinnati with Carson Palmer and John Morrell Sausages.
Is the eye black necessary? Is there a chance Carson might miss the sausage while starring at the sun?
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Next up, we’ll get a little more local for me and swing by the Rahmani Eye Institute and see the Detroit Pistons’ Rip Hamilton:
The freeze frame absolutely KILLS me EVERYTIME. Didn’t his agent watch this beforehand and say “Rip I can’t let that face go out in public. I’m sorry.”
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This next one is also a bit more personal. Like me, Tommy Brady is a great Michigan Man but even I have to question his thought process when this Steston commercial was proposed to him.
Because we all that when you use Stetson, you automatically get a convertible with a gorgeous model sitting right next to you while racing Black Beauty and howling like a mad man.
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And finally, my favorite. While living in DC, Eastern Motors ran commercials all the time. Most of these commercials featured sports athletes from the area rapping along with the catchy hip-hop jingle. These were my favorite commercials just out of pure ridiculousness and this one in particular was the tops:
There are so many things on the unintentional comedy scale here. Let me start a bulleted list.
- The chair dance by the phone operator. I’m sure that’s how the call center is; it’s like an all day American Bandstand party… but in chairs… while you’re trying to help customers over the phone.
- Clinton Portis’ overly enthusiastic bobbing.
- What the hell is Kevin Jones doing in the backseat?
- Lavar Arrington’s lip-syncing. I especially love the part where he says “over 600 cars” and clearly holds up all 10 fingers.
- Are they washing a fire truck?! Can I buy one of those at Eastern Motors?
- Carmelo’s cameo standing in front of a Lamborghini.
This is the greatest of all-time. Seriously. I love Eastern Motors.
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So tell me what other ones I missed.
