A while back in this space, El Pres pondered the question of whether a Jerry Remy would be successful opening a chain of sports bars.  And now from Boston.com we find out the RemDawg is attempting an entirely new method of conducting restaurant business:

How much would you pay to cut the line? The RemDawg is betting at least $500. The broadcasting legend is trying to persuade baseball fans to fork over big money for “season passes’’ to the Red Sox TV color commentator’s new restaurant, Jerry Remy’s Sports Bar & Grill, which is opening next week. Patrons who shell out $500 will get to skip the line that forms before Red Sox games (packages are for either home or away games), have a guaranteed table (once the game starts), and receive a $25 food credit and one free beer per visit, along with invites to exclusive events (up to a $3,000 value). And, of course, you get an autographed picture of Jerry Remy at your table (priceless).

I admit I’m not the most business savvy guy you’ll ever meet (as evidenced by my Columbus Day yard sale fiasco last year), but let me see if I’ve got this straight.  We live in a city with more sports bars than parking spaces and smelly, aggressive winos combined.  The restaurant business is suffering.  Unemployment is hanging steady around 10%.  We’re in the middle of a crippling Depression.  But Jerry Remy is betting that the Joad family is going to pile into the truck and instead of heading to California to find sharecropping work, is going to pull into his pub and shell out half a grand… each, I assume… for the right to watch televised baseball and spend more money on food and drinks.  Is that about right?  On it’s face it sounds ridiculous, but I guess if you get a $25 credit every time you go, then you’ve made back your 500 bucks in 20 visits.  Add the beer and you’ve made it back even faster.  So maybe it’s a good deal?  I don’t know though, something about it sounds too Bernie Madoffish.  Maybe it’s just the fact that as much as I love Remy… and I take a back seat to no man when it comes to doing so… he’s just become such an empire onto himself I feel like I’d get fleeced in the deal somehow.  This is a guy who’s made a fortune slapping his name on more useless crap than Krusty the Klown, from coffee mugs to t-shirts to club membership cards to autographed copies of his chemotherapied lungs.  I just feel like I’d be no match for his business acumen and therefore I’ll just watch the games from the Elks lodge instead.