Well, he is exactly the kind of guy that, on paper, I want to dislike vehemently. He walks around singing those old Bobby Derrin / Frank Sinatra type songs, making puppy dog eyes at the camera, crooning and supposedly making women swoon. Little bastard Michael Buble.
Every time I see a picture of the dude, he’s making some kind of either “fake 1930s tough” or “look my eyes are so full of emotion” expression. And that kind of music is just straight up not my thing. It’s like Grey’s Anatomy or America’s Next Top Model. You tolerate it because girls seem to like it and you don’t feel like arguing over the remote control, and that’s pretty much it.
So why can’t I simply just hate Michael Buble?
Because the Grammys are tomorrow and the dude flew out from LA for one night to do color commentary for the Vancouver Canucks on their radio affiliate Team 1040. That’s right, local legend Tom Larscheid took the night off and that’s crooner / swooner / supposedly annoying zoot-suit guy Michael Buble in the booth with play-by-play fixture John Shorthouse.
And Buble knows the game. You can tell he’s a longtime loyal Canadian hockey fan. He’s referencing Kirk McLean and far lesser-known old-school Canuck greats like Petri Skriko, Rick Lanz and Thomas Gradin. Frankly, this guy is making it impossible to hate him. And the color commentary isn’t too bad at all.
I guess the same way Jerry Rice and Warren Sapp can step onto Dancing with the Stars and win over the Oprah / Project Runway / American Idol viewing demographic… Well, Michael Buble is proving himself to be the kind of guy you just might not have to kick the crap out of if he knocked over your beer at the bar.
I can only say that if I ever became a multi-million album selling, Grammy award winning singer, I would still want to fly out for a night to do color commentary on the radio for the home team. Good work Buble. You have earned your “man card.”