Last night I flipped on ESPN briefly and was horrified to see Justin Timberlake doing some sort of dance with a Kevin Garnett puppet. Apparently I was watching the ESPY awards.I consider myself to be a sports fan, but I guess I draw the line at pathetic, sports-themed, scripted comedy. Call me old fashioned, but I would rather watch a football game than see a dance number honoring Brett Favre.
Maybe the collective marketing genius has determined that all of this pageantry is necessary to appeal to women... but naahhh... women aren't THAT stupid. Could it be a half-hearted effort to maintain viewership during the Summer, in which the only sports related activities are golf, baseball, and professional misconduct (gasp)?
Whatever it is I am disgusted, and I want Stuart Scott to be punished (death?) for my minor TV inconvenience.
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Award shows stink. So long, so boring, embarrassing jokes. Sad clowns dressed up.
"Thank you for this pointy award, I'll now thank one million people you don't know. Oh yeah, and thanks to god. He really wanted me to get this award, in fact, he nominated me and cloned all his votes."
TV is my worst friend and my best enemy. If it had arms it would probably hit me on a regular basis.
I watched for a bit. I had to turn it off after watching David Tyree's sermon on how god made that catch possible. We'll see how much god likes him when he doesn't even make the Giant's roster in 2009.
God is primarily concerned with Celebrities. Everyone else is pretty much on his/her own.
Your boy T.O. apparently saved a reporter's life after the show. Link
It just goes to show, average people become exceptional after selling their soul to Jerry Jones.
Wow. See I told you T.O. is a changed man. How are your Seahawks doing?
Fading slowly into oblivion.
We have at least 2 more seasons a top the NFC West, which is like being head of the special needs class. After that, I'm following professional badminton.
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