This is it. This is the last one. This is the last Sunday evening of mine that Paul McGuire is free to ruin. I am free. Do you hear me, Paul McGuire? I am FREE from you. Tonight's Pro Bowl is the last time you can hurt me. I feel like Tina Turner after she left Ike in '76.
Sometimes, I think I make too much of the actual commentary in a football game. I mean, no matter who's talking, it's still football, it's still a sport I love, and I'm still going to enjoy it, right? The majority of the time, I think that's going to be the case. But no commentary team has ever been as bad as these guys. The "Boom, Goes The Dynamite Kid" thinks they're buffoons.
Paul Maguire has actually ruined games for me, and I don't think I'm alone. It's impossible to just ignore him. I watched the games while constantly dreading the next time Paul McGuire opens his mouth. I really did. And every time he started to speak, I'd just wait for something relevant or useful, and instead, he'd say something like, "You wanna talk about big? This guy is big." And I'd just think to myself, "Jesus."
So, soak it up. It's the last time the trio will be appearing together. It will be interesting to see what happens to Joe Theismann and Maguire next year when they aren't there to dumb each other down. It's almost like they had an unspoken complicit agreement to keep being as moronic as possible, just so the other could continue to get away with it.
I bet Maguire cries before the end of the broadcast.