For the moment, allow me a deviation into football...
As I write, I'm sitting here on my couch awaiting the first NFL game of the season. My mouth is agape, because I expected some kind of inane pre-game show. Instead I'm being subjected to the "musical" stylings of the Black-Eyed Peas and an inoffensive but boring performance by Tim McGraw. Do they know something I don't? Should I have drafted Will.i.am to my fantasy team?
This is where the NFL completely loses me. I still like the games, but I'm over the ostentation, the endless commercials, the know-it-all analysts, the product tie-ins, and the hype. I really need to get DVR, like my friend, Dennis, so I can watch each game in about 30 minutes.
Basically, show the games, and shut the hell up!
Wait a second. Now I've seen everything. Al Michaels got hair plugs during the offseason. Oh, well. At least Madden and his tightly packed nostrils are gone. I love the choice of Chris Collinsworth to replace him. In the balance, I guess no matter what they do, I'm going to watch the games. You win, oh mighty and omnipotent NFL!