Not only that, rabid sports fans pay for "coaches film" so they can rewatch every play and analyze teams and other such things in lieu of having a life.
That's insane! Get out and play yourself! Instead they get fat on chips and dip and yell at a box with light coming out of it, we are much cooler, we get out there and put light INTO a box

much. I like it out here in the middle of nowhere, and I pulled up that game on the internet when I got back from wood chopping. Some knucklehead was singing some junk I ignored, and the the second half started. And upon seeing Peyton Manning's team was losing so bad, I shut it off. I wonder how the advertisers made out. Probably squandered a fortune.
