No, Bud. We know you don't care and we know you're not doing anything about it. The reason fans are still pouring into the seats is because they don't care. I do, but when I watch a sea of fans at the ballpark give Barry Beef-Roid a standing ovation, I realize that I'm in the minority. You're not going to do anything about it because:
1) It's not profitable to get rid of the 'roids
2) You're lazy.
3) You're incompetent.
Oh, and nice appearance at the All-Star game. So brave of you to approach the podium at home plate with the widow of Roberto Clemente. Like anyone's going to boo you while you're arm in arm with Roberto Clemente's widow. Shmuck. I'm going to spend the next month camped out in front of your home with a bullhorn. You can't miss me...I'll be the fat guy pissing on your lawn and yelling "Boooo".
Nude, Nude, Nude and more Nude. If you're going to climb on top of that soapbox, sweetheart, you'd better cover up those melons first.
This is Justin Timberlake's first dramatic role in a major motion picture - unless you count Southland Tales where he played an Iraq war vet. Yes, you read that correctly. I wonder who he beat out for the role of "Grizzled Iraq War Vet"? Cory Haim? Lance Bass?
If you head over to Blockbuster right now, I'll bet there's still a copy of Edison Force on the shelf. It might be hard to find since it's wedged between 80 copies of Date Movie and Failure to Launch, but don't give up hope. I'm sure they shipped at least two copies to your local Blockbuster store.
If Billy Joel is reading this, I'm sure he just sat forward in his rocker, pulled out his teeth and said, "I fucking knew it!"
In about 200 years, Christie will break up with husband number 47, and marry Dick Clark.