Have you ever rooted for an underdog, or known someone so inept at what they do that you want to reach out and help them to succeed? Of course you have! Then, once you see them get the job done, you pat them on the back and say “way to go little partner, we knew you could do it!”

For example, I watched this bug crawl the expanse of my driveway the other day. That little bug spent 20 minutes trying to get into my garage.

Normally when I step on bugs I don’t feel bad. But for about a minute after I squashed him and went back inside, I felt … guilty? Maybe, but also inspired. Inspired to never quit until a big foot crushes you.

That goes for TV shows as well; so, I give you, “Factory” debuting June 29. Actually, Spike TV gives it to you. It’s a show about four guys working at a factory and the crazy antics they get into. That’s about it, four dudes, a factory and a bunch of stereotypical blah. You get your obligatory male roles of cool guy with no couth;  troubled thinker;  dumb, angry, fun dude; and the fat guy.

You know, what would’ve been great is if the makers of “Factory” dropped the clichés and tried story. Story is great, and it’s amazing what a good story idea does for a TV show.
Regardless, there are some funny moments. The potty and sophomoric humor, as always, is enduring, but “Factory” overdoes it. In fact, it overdoes everything. Still, there is something in this show that calls to the heart stings.

Like a toddler figuring out that forks don’t belong in the microwave or a dumb puppy trying to chase its tail. You begin to want to help the show out. It’s futile, but if this show could only get its tail into its mouth, then maybe it might calm down and produce a decent episode.

But let’s put it in a way that is fair to the “Sex and the City” fans who were miffed about my comment last week about those lovely ladies’ appearances; the guys in “Factory” look like frat dipped in stale beer, bacon grease, slacker clichés and dungeon master guides. But name me a guy who does not love bacon clichés, and I will name you a liar … and then probably punch you in the neck.

Just kidding. I would never call you a liar.