We scrapped up this weak attempt of an AT&T promo and made many, many observations about Olympic gold metal gymnast Nastia Liukin’s day with Deion Sanders.

• The first thing to observe is the Liukin household: an absolutely gorgeous mansion in Texas.
• Next, take into account of Mr. Liukin’s discourtesy. He doesn’t even show Sanders around the pad or offer him a drink. Nothing. He knows what Sanders is here for and daddy doesn’t like it.
• Into the whip — and no seat belt? Livin’ on the edge. If daddy only knew
• Phone rings. It’s Pops checking up on his baby girl. “Don’t let that Primetime interfere with our plans, alright,” Pops says. Wow. “Dad doesn’t play, does he?” Sanders says.
• Sanders and Nastia walk into the gym. “I was just about to call you guys,” Pops says, popping up like a freakin’ USC football rash.
• Check out Sanders’ facial expressions while Nastia stretches: Priceless.
• Pops gives Sanders a vacuum to keep him busy and his mind off of Nastia. “Homie don’t play dat,” Sanders replies. Stand your ground, Deion!
• At the end of a beautiful day together, kickin’ back and watching some TV, daddy walks in again. As if he was caught, Sanders’ eyes light up. “I can smell a father and daughter moment from a mile away,” he says. Then the oh-so-innocent tip-toe out of the room.

Some day, Mr. Liukin, you’re going to have to let your baby girl go. Don’t think, just let go. Just let go.