Brisbee: Counting down the worst commercials of the 2019 MLB postseason

From SABR member Grant Brisbee at The Athletic on October 24, 2019:

This is the ninth year that my day job has been to watch postseason baseball games. That’s nine straight Octobers of, “Please, children! Daddy is working!” as I settle back into a couch that is perfectly shaped and formed to the contours of my buttocks. For the last few years, the postseason has coincided with my daughters’ soccer seasons, which means that I’m often hustling them off the pitch at 4:59 p.m. and saying, “We have to hurry home. I have get to work,” and the other parents just have to wonder what important nighttime work I am off to. Server at a 24-hour restaurant? Night watchman? E.R. surgeon?

No. I have to get back to my ass-groove and watch baseball. Everyone out of my way.

I know that I’m spoiled, and I won’t even complain when my useless body is turned into sustenance during the Second Water War. I contribute absolutely nothing to society, and it was a good run. But that doesn’t mean it’s a job without hazards. It’s not all José Altuve homers and carbonated work beverages.

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Originally published: October 25, 2019. Last Updated: October 25, 2019.