
Keep in mind I know the Giants have to have an Amy G --seems all big sports teams need a house organ only Amy has been getting more painful to watch and therefore the need to get out my Amy G is a pain-in-the-ass post is way past due.
Don't call me a woman basher. I've been in Amy G's camp not too long ago--I get that her gig is basically a shout-out to the booster club and that she's Larry Baer's good-luck charm, really I get that.
It's just the voice. The damn nasal, sweetly voice. Kruk and Kuip's exciting, (sure,) Let's go down to Amy G in section 110 and then Amy G does Amy G. Priceless sometimes because I get the feeling Amy doesn't know how many of us cringe when her reports begin and end,...well, when they end, a momentary glee sets in until the next Amy G moment is beckoning. OK, fine, I know the voice she has no control over and I'm hip that she's not Dana Bash in front of the White House portico giving us updates on ObamaCare and government shutdowns, again, get it.
Yet this is supposedly a big market. #6 to be exact. There was a time that even the idea of an Amy G even smelling a microphone would have caused some of the local pine to have hemorrhoids. It might be a generational thing. I doubt the Amy G phenomena would have evolved if the Giants were still at Candlestick. I don't think the fan base back then could tolerate an Amy G. Amy G represents Giants 2.0 The old crew were more Christianne Amanpour. They were grunge-central. Amy G is more Old Navy.
Amy G, I'm told, is a swell woman. Nice lady. Cool. She's probably a delight over a tuna and rye at Perry's and she's damn well important. Hell, they gave her a ring! I just hope she knows the people in Section 110 don't necessarily represent the mosh pit inside Pete's Tavern. OK, and now I. AM. outta. here.
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