WE CAN NOT TAKE THE KORNHEISER-JAWORSKI SCHTICK ANY LONGER!! Please, someone with a heart…some person who cares about the well-being of the football-viewing public…DO SOMETHING. The incredibly uncomfortable back-and-forth banter makes what should be pleasant, absolutely intolerable.
If not for my fiancee, who shockingly tolerates this mind-numbing dialog on behalf of her beloved G-Men, this game would unquestionably be on mute. In a freakin’ heartbeat. It’s imposisble to tell whether these guys are begrudgingly tolerating one another, mildly amused or relishing the moment they will one day have the opportunity to toss the other through the window of a skyscraper.
One thing is clear. It makes for agonizing listening. On the awkwardness scale, the telecast is off the charts with these two. Frankly, we’re almost ready to hurl ourselves from our apartment. It’s no high-rise, but we’re fairly certain that upon impact the echoes of Tony and Jaws would dissipate at the very least. Unfortunately, our co-habitant has limited our options.
So, for now, we’ll be gutting it out for the remainder of the contest. And by gutting it out we mean banging our head against the wall cursing the powers-that-be at the network. Oh my goodness, f-in up Monday night football is like botching pizza! It’s really not that hard a formula, people. Watch the game. Comment intelligently on what’s happening on the field once in awhile. That’s it. Really, it’s that simple.Is it physically possible that I am missing Joe Theisman? Wait, you don’t have to answer that question.
/finger dangerously close to hitting the mute button…
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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.