I mean, really. You couldn't have diagrammed it any better.
The dude was unavoidable throughout the tournament. Everywhere I turned it was like "Oh look. There's the douchebag." He just oozes suckitude in a way that makes you want to take a shower every time he walks by. And seriously, he walks around like a big shot. It's absolutely infuriating.
Victoria brought up a good point during Hit For Haiti. Justin actually made that whole pile of steaming awkwardness even worse by, once again, inserting himself into the narrative. He can never just ask a question. It always has to be, "Well Andy, you and I were talking about this the other night over sushi and Chablis..." or "Come on, Pete, you're a great tipper! I've been to dinner with you! I've seen it!"
DUDE GET OVER YOURSELF.
Seriously, the next time you hear him commentate a match or do an interview, do a shot every time he references his personal relationship with the player. You'll be drunk in 2 minutes flat.
Planning his next dick-sucking session with A-Rod, I'm sure.
