There was a time, a time before cable. When the local anchorman reigned supreme. When people believed everything they heard on TV. This was an age when only men were allowed to read the news. And in San Diego, one anchorman was more man then the rest. His name was Ron Burgundy.
On you next coffee break, keep your whistle wet and choppers loose with some ‘how now brown cow’ exercises, a la Mr. Burgundy. Hold your Channel 4 mug close and proudly displayed. After all, you’re no Wes Mantooth. While your at it, splash on a little Sex Panther and you’re sure to pack a 1-2 punch and be ready to roar the rest of the day!