Okay listen. Just like most, I find true entertainment in music and sports. And on that rare occasion when the two are perfectly blended, I have no problem with a good time being had by all.
THIS however, was not one of those instances. Sure, this is gut-bursting hilarity funny, clearly executed for the sake of the on-looking baseball population, and was likely a little bit staged, but let us be serious for one minute.
This man’s job is not to be a Luke Dancer or Beyonce’s drop-it-like-it’s-hot surrogate. He is a snug-blue-shirt-wearing security guard, hired to ensure that the Tampa Bay Rays’ outfielders and third baseman were protected from rogue fruit individuals seeking to disrupt the sanctity of American’s (former) favorite pastime.
Besides, is he not aware that with the black unemployment rate currently at 15.8%, booty-clapping in left-field could result in a banana in the tailpipe a pink slip?
Tags: Dancing Security Guard, Miami Bass, Peanut Butter Jelly Time, Tampa Bay Rays
