Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Herb the Office Boy
I can’t tell if the Fungus has really taken root on this guy or not.
He’s more like Herb. The guy who works the 12am-8am shift scrolling through WNBA tapes in a small windowless closet in the basement of ESPN.
Then one day Herb tires of watching all the on-air personalities scoring that high priced Manhattan leggy stuff, get drunk on six wine coolers, hits the tanning bed, ends up lost somewhere in Stanford at 2am, and convinces a Yale pre-med to pose with him before she runs off to giggle about it with her friends.
Party it up, Herb. That’s what weekends are for.
