The Ford Center Guy
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For a period of time, the Ford Motor Company ran a commercial on the radio that had music running throughout until the end when, after the announcer was finished, the music would culminate with a male singer crying out with a very soulful "Ford Center!" punctuated by a single note played by trumpets. Adam and Josh took this to the inevitable extreme, picturing this scenario:
In the studio during the recording of the commercial, The Ford Center Guy sits in his padded chair in front of the microphone, his eyes closed in meditation. Beautiful women tend to him, massaging his shoulders and temples as he waits for his cue. When the time comes, he slowly rises, the women removing his kingly red robe. He grips the microphone tightly in one hand, his other hand clenched into a tight fist. Summoning all his being, he dramatically belts out a powerful "FORD CENTER!" while his clenched fist trembles with intensity.
Immediately after the concluding trumpets, he collapses into his chair, thoroughly depeleted of energy. The beautiful women quickly place his robe back on his shoulders, a la James Brown, and pat the sweat from his brow.
In the studio during the recording of the commercial, The Ford Center Guy sits in his padded chair in front of the microphone, his eyes closed in meditation. Beautiful women tend to him, massaging his shoulders and temples as he waits for his cue. When the time comes, he slowly rises, the women removing his kingly red robe. He grips the microphone tightly in one hand, his other hand clenched into a tight fist. Summoning all his being, he dramatically belts out a powerful "FORD CENTER!" while his clenched fist trembles with intensity.
Immediately after the concluding trumpets, he collapses into his chair, thoroughly depeleted of energy. The beautiful women quickly place his robe back on his shoulders, a la James Brown, and pat the sweat from his brow.
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