Is there a fifteen minute length of time on American television that is more wooden, joyless and unappealing than halftime on Sunday Night Football? I mean we have Robot Costas and the Giant Laughing Neck of Cris Collinsworth and who do they throw in to brighten up the dialogue? Keith Olbermann?
Dennis Miller. Rush Limbaugh. Keith Olbermann. Does Sports Journalism really have that hard a time finding a likable person to do color commentary? If I don’t want to see Robin Williams talk about the Packers pass rush, what would make anyone think that I would want to see Frank Caliendo AS Robin Williams talk about the Packers pass rush?
Is Jimmy Kimmel in the MNF box talking shit about Joe Theismann? OH YOU SAUCY DEVIL! Good, then I’m glad I have the sound off. I’m listening to Terry Bradshaw’s solo album on vinyl because that’s the only thing that can pump me up for the half-assed collision of the lukewarm Tennessee Titans and the pale Denver Broncos.
Next year’s dream team of unlikable TV personalities: Tiki Barber, Dane Cook, Sean Hannity and Sal Paolantonio.
Please, Terminator. Forget about Sarah Connor. Make sure THIS doesn’t happen.
