There are a lot of brilliant moments in the movie The 40-year-old Virgin,” but the moment where Paul Rudd’s character works up the nerve to ask his boss to play a different DVD in the electronics store where they work is one of my favorites.
David: Hey, Paula.
David: I gotta tell you something. I’m really excited about it. Uh, for the first time today, I woke up, I came to the store, and I feel confident to say to you that if you don’t take this Michael McDonald DVD that you’ve been playing for two years straight off, I’m going to kill everyone in the store and put a bullet in my brain.
Paula: David, what do you suggest we play?
David: I don’t care. Anything. I would rather… I would rather watch “Beautician and the Beast”. I would rather listen to Fran Drescher for eight hours than have to listen to Michael McDonald. Nothing against him, but if I hear “Yah Mo B There” one more time, I’m going to “Yah Mo” burn this place to the ground.
That scene perfectly sums up the way I feel about the Geico commercials that I’m forced to watch in between every inning of every game on MLB.tv. There are a couple of different Geico spots, but they all feature the stupid cavemen and they’re all set to a 3 Doors Down song called “Let Me Be Myself.” And if I didn’t think 3 Doors Down sucked before, I surely do now. The generic lyircs. (“Please, would you one time / Let me be myself / So I can shine with my own light / Let me be myself”). The overproduced sound. I dread the end of each inning. I rush to the computer to hit the mute button. Please, MLB.tv, get rid of those cavemen commericals! Or at least, play them less frequently. I’m begging you.