When I got the call to guest star as a commentator, of course I said yes. Me? pass up a fat paycheck? in this economy? what the hell are you talking about. I didn’t know a single thing about the sport, but come on—it’s me, Grindle. I could make reading a grocery list entertaining. I had 12 hours to prep, so I watched a few highlight reels, picked up some buzzwords, and decided that was more than enough. Why stress when you have as much charisma as me?

When I hit the booth, I owned it. Sure, I might have butchered a term or two, but not only were those terms stupid, I still turned those into gold with my charm and quick wit. Fans loved me, the league loved me, and honestly, I probably outshone the players on the field. By the end, they weren’t talking about the game—they were talking about Grindle’s commentary. I’m basically a natural at everything I do.