I used to think Flo, the weird-looking babe in those Progressive car insurance commercials with the crazy hair and spray-painted make-up, was the most annoying TV pitch-person in history.

Then Bud Light trotted out Jimmy Football.

Is it me or does this guy get on your last nerve in these "Tailgate-tested, Tailgate-approved" spots? I want to close a tailgate on his head.

I whimpered through the Bud Light Grooler spot. I cried softly through the Bud Light Foozie spot. I wept through the Bud Light Tailgate Companion spot.

"Make it stop!" I said to my wife, because she had the remote.

 But the spot for the Bud Light 3-in-1 condiment gun sent me over the edge.

 Watching Jimmy Football pretend to spray ketchup, mustard and relish in rapid-fire, machine-gun fashion from what looks like a caulking gun, a look of pure rapture on his face, over-loaded my central nervous system.

 I started shaking all over. And I haven't stopped since.

I read somewhere that Jimmy Football is a spoof of recently-deceased, ulta-loud TV pitchman Billy Mays.

 The man must be rolling over in his grave.