Thursday, January 28, 2016

Guy's Night Out Featuring Many Callipygous Young Women

I was working the North 40 this afternoon and, being north, I went looking for  .  .  .  Tight Ends.

Yes, I'm as embarrassed as you are to make as your destination a Hooters or a Twin Peaks or a Tight Ends or a  .  .  .  ohmygod, wait for it  .  .  .  Tailgaters.  But after parking some distance away I made my way in.

Guy's Nights Out are interesting.   I've been to a few. You don't go to hear The Ticket, because you can't.  They have speakers set up, but they might as well pantomime the show for as much communication as takes place by the hosts on the air and the (mostly) guys who have gone to hang out. 

Corby and Mike share a giggle at this afternoon's early hours of GNO, with an admirer attracting the attention of my camera's autofocus, although I thought I'd locked the focus on the lads before snapping. 
 And hang out they do.  The place was packed before 5 PM.  Having a good time, but almost no part of that good time has anything to do with The Ticket.  I saw Craig Miller (said hello, shook his hand) and George Dunham hanging out, talking to the P1, but in general, it's a large number of men of all ages -- a surprising number of gentlemen of a certain age quite possibly having passed out of the demo -- gathering as kind of a Ticket-liking community but who don't seem to have much concern over the fact that a show is going on a few feet from them that they can't hear.

Tight Ends was interesting.  I am told it was formerly a Quaker Steak & Lube.  I saw a few people who were fully clothed that I thought might be members of management including one real stunner that had about her the mystery of the Levant.  For the most part, however, the most identifiable employees were fetching young women who were, as they used to say in the middle part of the last century, "scantily clad."  I kind of felt sorry for them.  Yeah, I know, no one sold them into slavery and made them wear these ass-revealing outfits.  On the other hand, I found myself wondering who they were.  Students?  Single mothers struggling to get by?  Or just attractive young women who can make more money doing this than doing something featuring, oh, say, a future?   I don't mean insult -- this is hard work and they put up with a ton of BS from men drunk and sober and even act interested in their misdirected charm.  But it could hardly be more exploitative.

But I must say -- they were all pretty damned adorable. And it cannot be denied that there were some absolutely phenomenal asses on the payroll there.

I can't figure this picture out.  These are the outfits, that's the mortifying overlabeled ass-featuring design.  But the only 107.9 The Fox I can find is in Fargo, North Dakota, which does not seem to have a Tight Ends.  Maybe one of you know what it's about.
Struck up a conversation with a couple of nice guys who let me set my drink and tablet on their table.  Which is a good a reason as any to head to Guy's Night Out.

Monday, January 18, 2016

INVESTIGATIVE REPORT -- FOLLOW-UP -- The Bulldog Goes to "Man's Best Friend."

Some readers out in the ether don't like it when this site comments on Ticket advertisers, or think it demonstrates the crappiness of the site, or something.  Fine.  You try writing a blog about one station for six years and let's see how your topic wheel spins.

Anyway, you will recall a column back a few months ago where I questioned whether Kelly McClure, Esq., of the McClure Law Group, was actually known as "The Bulldog" as her appalling commercials claimed.  You can refresh your recollection here:

Kelly McClure Probably Not Known as "The Bulldog."

Not a long time after that column ran (but probably not because of it), she got rid of those ads, and now runs much more conventional and convincing spots with a professional announcer, some production value -- and no wolf whistles or her faux-dismissive "thanks, hmpf."  And no reference to herself as "The Bulldog."  Also does some of those spot sponsorships now -- a real member of the Ticket client list.

She still doesn't do herself a huge favor by narrating a portion of that longer ad.  It can take you a second to figure out that "prordy" means "priority" and  "custy" means "custody."

But there was still something odd about the ad.

I believe the end of the commercial issues the claim that she or the firm or something has been "board certified in family law since 1985."

I can be corrected on this, but I believe only attorneys (as opposed to firms) are eligible to be board certified if they meet certain criteria.

If we go to her website (, we see that her firm has six attorneys.  The first line of her bio states that Ms. McClure got her board certification in 2005.  The next most senior attorney didn't graduate from law school until 2008.

Turning to her bio, we find the odd bullet item:

"Family Law Board Certified by the Texas Board of Legal Specialization
"Member Since: 1985-present"

I don't know what it means to be a "member" of the Texas Board of Legal Specialization, but I am pretty certain that it does not mean you are board certified.  In 1985, the McClure Law Group didn't exist and Ms. McClure had been out of law school for one year.  As noted, that same bio states that she did not achieve certification until 20 years later in 2005.  So what exactly happened in 1985 with the Texas Board of Legal Specialization?

To add to this mystery, her LinkedIn profile states that she has been Board Certified in Family Law since 1995.

Does it matter to the P1?


Just something that struck me as peculiar.  I'm sure Ms. McClure is a terrific domestic relations lawyer.

Remember, though:  She represents "high net worth individuals."  So smoke out before you call.

"I'm know you're glad to see me, but if that's a Kelly McClure prenup in your pocket you'll have to get your jinj on elsewhere."