Maybe it's because I'm sick and cranky...

But I seem to recall a time when watching football on television did not involve hours and hours of pointless analysis and moronic jokes from retired pros who aren't really that good as broadcasters.

I swear, I'm waiting for an in-depth examination of the training room staff of each of the eight teams left.

Oh, and Terry Bradshaw's "good old boy" schtick was old when he was still wearing a Steelers uniform.