You and I can look at a run of cable and from a mile off and tell if a line crew was having a bad day or whether or not a splicer knew what the hell he was doing on a stick. The jacklegs didnt last long (they couldnt take the constant vebal abuse) and you could tell an irate customer to go fuck themselves.
Try that today. You would be in front of a war tribunal (disguised as the MSO HR department) in no time and blacklisted for life!
My how things have changed. BUT--- Dont all those MSO names look good plastered all over every sports arena in the country!
