Unless you’ve been living under an abandoned fiberglass pickup camper top in the high grass back in the corner of the yard, beside the compost pile, you’ve probably seen this commercial from AT&T. I’ve seen it at least a dozen times, though I didn’t remember what exactly it was advertising. As a sentimental, soppy-eyed old fart I was transfixed by the imagery.
I wondered: who the hell is this guy? But my TV is too old and small to read the tiny white print that says his name, so I kept wondering for a week or so until I finally found some answers.
Very quickly, I wanted to know more. The more I read, the more I found. It turns out that Mr. Calhoun has a fan or two…or two million.
Forget the figure skating, the curling that we pretend to think it’s cool because it’s so strange and liking something that boring has a certain ironic cachet, I want to see this badass and his competitors burn down the mountain, and I want to see it front and center, in prime time. In the age of so-called “reality tv” with it’s scripted “reality” its fix-is-in pretensions of competition, and its limp, vapid, sub-division values, why not give us the true reality of folks like Mr. Calhoun, whose response to getting dumped on by a shitstorm of rotten luck is to suck it up and show the rest of us how to live?
Inspiring, right? Moving. Brings a joyful tear to your eye? Sure it does, but let’s not forget the simple fact that, in the end, this wild-minded legless guy is hurtling down a mountain on a chair, strapped to a mono-ski.
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