Have you ever stopped to think about the ridiculous sports cliché, “It ain’t over until the fat lady sings?”
Well, I have… plenty of times.
This totally insensitive and seemingly inexplicable expression has always bugged me, and now begs me to ask these pointed questions.
Who exactly is this mysterious beefy woman, and at what weight did she tip the scales to qualify for her important role? That’s role as in r-o-l-e.
Where was this full figured female found?
What happens if Princess Bigness can’t make it to the park until 3am? Do the fans remain in their seats until her big butt waddles in?
Why hasn’t she inked a seven figure sponsorship deal with her favorite fast food franchise?
What if it’s all you can eat taco night at the park? Who’s responsible for prying this likeable large lady away from the concession stand to belt out a few bars at the end of the game, so then we can all go home?
Because we all know that… the game ain’t ever over until the fat lady sings!
Straight talk. No Static.
MIKE – thee American Made Voice on Sports.
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