LiAps's Pet Peeves, Volume 1 of forever

1. Ted Robinson or Howie Rose, whichever moron it was on tonight's Mets broadcast on MSG, who, when reading the spot for Jaguar, who sponsored some moronic statistic/giveaway/charity thingy ("Every time a foul ball lands in the open mouth of a hemophiliac weighing 353 pounds or more, Jaguar will donate $24 to the CrackBaby Foundation of greater Pawtucket"), pronounced it Jag-U-Ar. Without the pompous affected British accent, it just doesn't fly kid. You might as well say Jag-Wire, like most of the NFL broadcasters.

2. Went to meet some people out at a bar tonight. It's not that cool a place, honestly. The conversation between the Doorman and LiAps follows:

D: Oh, excuse me, are you on the guestlist?

L: I would be very surprised if I were.

D: Well, are you here for anything?

L: I'm here to meet a bunch of people and have a few drinks. [Should have said: I'm here to pay $40 for 2 mixed drinks and a bottle of Corona, why do you ask?]

D: Do you know if those people are on the guestlist?

L: I haven't the first clue. Can I go in now?

D: Uh, OK. Have a good time.

I hate New York.