I got a summer job at a lumber store in Bellflower. The company would end up getting its doors blown off by Home Depot and other more serious home improvement players, but in the late ’70s/early ’80s, this kind of mom-and-pop store, with maybe twenty branches, was doing OK all throughout the west.
It’s been an epidemic for decades in all professional sports. Sports on TV is mostly geared toward men. Men are pigs. So sports programmers, since the advent of television, look for unimaginative, dreadfully-obvious ways to give men an awkward combination of the two things they apparently like the most – games and hot chicks. This has resulted in tons of camera time for “cheerleaders” (who would be called exotic dancers in any other society), commercials for Hooters between every play and, most disturbing, the invention of the sideline reporter.
What’s the best part about eating a steak? If you said under your breath, the steak sauce, you’re exceptionally bright.