Because he's a ka-jillionaire whose product is mostly shoveled by Wal-Mart and is therefore in no position to sell out anyway, I don't know why it surprised me that Toby Keith, that big ol' hunk of American angus, opened his Friday-night Sprint Center show with a seven-minute Ford commercial. Camille Brecht
Or that hearty Ford logos bedecked his tailgate-themed stage set.
Or that this stirred reverential whoops from the breasts of an audience more like constituents than mere fans.
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