He Don’t Get No Respect

No, I’m not talking about Rodney Dangerfield. I’m talking about NFL end Terrell Owens (aka “TO).

Back in 2006, when TO was playing for the Philadelphia Eagles (by the way, what team IS he playing for this year, anyway?), the Atlantic City (New Jersey) Surf of the Can-Am League was so desperate to beef up its attendance that it had a promotion called “Terrell Owens Unappreciation Night.”

It was a gas! Well, ersatz gas, that is.

See, the team gave away Whoopee Cushions to its fans that night, poopoo-pillows with a picture of Owens on them.

Plus, hot dogs were 81¢ in “honor” of Owens’ uniform number. Anybody who turned in Owens memorabilia was given two free seats. Any merchandise turned in was burned after the game.

I’m not sure how many fans showed up, or if they gave away all of those Whoopees, but I wonder if the stadium rocked so loudly with the gas-attack noises that the fans couldn’t hear the ump call balls and strikes.

Owens couldn’t help the Surf. Three years later, they folded up and left town. They couldn’t attract fans away from the casinos, which were just a few blocks away.

I just love minor league baseball promotions.