Today I brought a turkey sandwich and a banana to Bryant Park. For lunch I proceeded to watch a bunch of guys play Petanque for an hour. These dudes had balls of steel, but in a completely different way than Joe Son. What I learned from watching their balls clash for an hour is that even with the hardest balls on the planet (any way you want to interpret that), they’re not half the New York bad-asses that Phil Baroni is. Badassery isn’t determined by the rigidity of your balls, but by the finesse in which you hurl them. I’m pretty sure that if Martin Luther King said something about that in his ‘I have a dream’ speech contradicting the theory that all men are born with equal amounts of swagger.
The only thing Phil Baroni wants more than to beat Brad Tavares next month is sell you a used car in this new video clip that’s too good to hide out on a Friday afternoon.
