My wife* had the best NFL analysis of the day, perhaps inspired after sitting with me all afternoon watching NFL games:
We were checking out the slick new NBC pregame show, and she astutely noted the new "Football Night in
Bob Costas replicates Barbara Walters' "mother hen" role.
Chris Collinsworth is a forcing-the-funny Joy Behar.
Sterling Sharpe is Star Jones (but not because they're both black, my wife clarified, but because, like Star,
Finally, Jerome Bettis is a hybrid of Rosie O'Donnell (both resident chuckling fatties) and Elizabeth Hasselbeck (both wide-eyed does who say nothing of real value).
And, whether or not you've ever watched "The View," you know all those characters -- and you have to agree that she's pretty right-on.
* - Not to go all Bill Simmons on you. However, a sports columnist relaying analysis from spouse (or parent or sibling or friend or neighbor or co-worker or etc.) has historically been very fertile territory for writing fodder, probably since the earliest "fportf" pamphlets of journalistic history. (Please tell me someone gets the "fportf" joke.)Update (8:12 a.m.): I can already tell that there is a huuuuge "Where's my ESPN NFL Primetime?" backlash brewing. It was, arguably, the best show on ESPN (no matter what kind of mixed feelings you may have felt about Chris Berman). When the new NFL deal came out, the cancellation of "Primetime" was a small footnote, but its importance looms huge this morning. Who else thinks that putting a version of Primetime exclusively online would set all kinds of Web-usage records? (It doesn't have to be the full hour, but it could be more than the shadow of its former self that is planned for the late Sunday SportsCenter.) Would the NFL deal permit an online-only show? I'm guessing not, but it's still a great idea.