Let's face it, folks, when your teams are playing on national TV, it is supposed to be a sort of honor. A sign that shows that your team is performing at a level so high that everyone around the country should be able to watch. However, when this happens, are you ever really happy?
In the NFL, it sucks because the games are moved from a nice, 1 o'clock or 4 o'clock, to a fucking obnoxious 8/9 o'clock game that won't end until way past D Schneid's bedtime. In the NHL, you get stuck with having to listen to Pierre McGuire and potentially, if you were unlucky enough to be a Flyer's fan this season, Kenny freaking Albert. Kenny Albert? I was waiting for Moose and Goose to chime in the entire time. But no, just Pierre.
Don't even get me started on Joe Buck calling baseball games with Tim McCarver. No one's happy about that. I'm pretty sure Tim McCarver doesn't know anything about baseball. All you Phillies fans out there know that he still can't pronounce the name Ruiz. It's not that hard and you'd think someone who broadcasts baseball, a game that has a strong presence of players named Ruiz, that he'd be able to figure it out. But no. He insists on calling him Carlos Ru-is.
During the NBA Playoffs, I've had to watch TNT and ESPN while they put their JV squad on to cover the Sixers. For all you Celtics fans out there, you feel my pain. Chris Webber? Pretty sure he's still stealing from the 76ers. I thought that was the last straw until last night when they stuck me with Doris Burke. The worst. The absolute worst. Every time Paul Pierce scored I'm pretty sure she was ready to pull his pants and get onto her knees right there at center court.
Whenever we're forced to watch these games, all the local fans are thinking is..."why can't I get my home broadcast?" Sure, they're biased, too biased for national TV, but who the hell cares? They are our announcers. They say what we want to hear and know the teams better than anyone else. Plus, then we wouldn't have to hear Doris fucking Burke.
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