So, I started coming up with my own names. Let's say I'm as rich as Bill Gates, so a have tens of billions of dollars. I'd find some new stadium/arena being built, and I'd buy the naming rights. Only, the deal is I'd make them sign the contract before I told them what the name would be. I'm guessing they would do it too, if I paid twice as much as the next highest bidder. So, I imagine it would go something like this:
Them: So, Mr. Powers, we have everything signed, the check has been
cashed, we're all set. Now that it's taken care of, do you want to
let us know what it's going to be named?
Me: Well, ok. Get ready for this, your new team will be playing at...
are you ready?
Them: Yes!
Me: Jot's Hairy Nutsack Arena!
I'd have to make sure I had video rolling so I could catch them collapsing in disbelief. It would be hysterical!
Can you imagine the nightly recaps on SportsCenter?
Dan Patrick: The home team had a hard time moving the ball tonight in
Jot's Hairy Nutsack
Kenny Mayne: That was to be expected. It was a cold night last night, and
that always seems to make it tighter in the confines of Jot's Hairy
Nutsack.
Dan Patrick: Yes, seems like you always have your hands full there.
Think about it, the possibilities are endless! I could change the name every year. Imagine going to 'Catch a game at The Buttcrack', or grabbing a few beers before 'heading into Jot's Prostate'. Now, that is a good use of money.