The Music Has Taken Control of Ian Eagle
I missed the Cavs/Wizards game last night ... which means not only did I deprive myself of a close, competitive game, but also of Ian Eagle's soulful dance grooves. That's a man who can get down. Meanwhile, Dr. Jack sits and thinks to himself, "Heavens to murgatroid, where did I go wrong ... "
Thanks to Deadspin for the find, and for noting Eagle's breathless patting of his chest to calm himself after his outburst. And hey, I'm not laughing at Ian Eagle ... this is the kind of thing I'd get caught doing in an arena all the time. And, you know, we all get ourselves psyched up to do our jobs in different ways. Ian Eagle's not the only one I've seen take this approach.