"You're with me, leather"

I know I steal from Deadspin.com (the best sports blog I know of on the Web) all the time, but this story is too good to pass up, especially since I think Chris Berman is a huge tool.

The following is a "hook-up" story submitted by a reader:

A friend of mine just told me he’s getting married. When he gave me the news I immediately thought of the time we were in Scottsdale at spring training, because it’s the best pickup story I’ve ever been a party to. It was about nine years ago, and I actually forget the bar. But my friend was seriously putting the moves on this somewhat attractive young woman, who was wearing leather pants and had a leather jacket draped over her lap. They had been chatting at the bar for about an hour, and my friend thought he was in the house. I had never seen someone work so hard for a score.

But just as he was putting on the finishing touches, Chris Berman walks by. And without even breaking stride, Berman looks at the girl, points and says “You’re with me, leather.” And the girl looks up, instantly recognizes Berman, snatches up her jacket and walks out with him, leaving my friend in mid-sentence.

Berman actually comes off pretty freakin' cool in this story, though I can't fathom why any woman would come running at the beck and call of the "back, back, back" guy. Tell me, ladies: Is it the receding hairline, the tired catchphrases, or the fatness?