Terry Bradshaw just got finished giving a deeply compelling speech complete with flailing arms and failing health. Now I'm no broadcaster but the silence that went hand in hand with Bradshaw's sloppy sports spiel was probably due to the microphone laying limp on the table in front of him.
Bradshaw wasn't the only one flopping his big flabby badge of inadequateness over the digital airwaves. Everyone of the reporters that sat behind that unheated Fox desk was slurring and skipping over words.
Now I think that the only reason Fox would put their announcers outside in the elements is to portray the immensely frigid coldness that these players are enduring. But for the love of veteran feeble football players everywhere put these old men indoors.
Now all these men were messing up except for one. One of the men portrayed exceptional composure amongst his colleagues who, if asked, could not spell composure. That man is (insert that dudes name here) and is black. Which brings me to Doctor Martin Luther King Jr.
Happy MLK day!
