Dear Scott Graham,
I wrote this blog, to tell you how much I enjoy your delicious ice cream flavor. Granted, your commercials were tedious, overplayed and historically annyoing. Also, I think you kind of sucked as an announcer. But, in the end, you weren't nearly as intolerable as that ass-clown Chris Wheeler. As a parting gift, I offer to you the greatest tribute we here at WSBGM's can give...a song in your honor. Good luck calling Drexel basketball and I-AA football games for the next ten years.
to the tune of My Generation by The Who:
People try to be real m-m-mean (Talkin' 'bout my Graham Slam ice cream)
Just because he has his own ice cream (Talkin' 'bout my Graham Slam ice cream)
Things he says sound awful b-b-bold (Talkin' 'bout my Graham Slam ice cream
Fire Wheels now before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my Graham Slam ice cream)
This is my Scottie Graham
This is my Scottie Graham, baby
We'll miss you Scott. Could you please take Wheels with you?