P.J. the Pony here. I can’t let fisher steal ALL of my blogging mojo…
So we received the kiss of death on App #2. This one is a little curious – the app is basically a voice recorder, but it does so when the phone looks like it’s off. The idea is that you’re in a meeting, and you’re negotiating terms to your new 3-year contract with the Cincinnati Bangles. They offer $2mil a year with a $4mil guarantee, but you’re Ocho Cinco – you deserve at least $5 and $5. So what do you do. You say “Child, please. I’m gonna take a bio break.” You leave your iPhone on the table, the screen is blank, so it looks harmless. What the idiot GM and his lawyers don’t know is that you are recording every word. You listen back to what they said while you were in the bathroom, and you hear that your jersey revenue alone is $25 mil more than any other player.
With that info, you up your price to $10 and $10, the GM eventually gives in and you finally buy that iced out gold grill you have been wanting. Kiss the baby, people. Kiss the baby.