I was there at the beginning. The broadcast opens inside a control room. Somebody says, “Roll tape.” The lights come up. The music swells (not Hank Williams, Jr.) And they play a football game. Dandy Don calls Howard Cosell names. Howard Cosell calls Dandy Don names you have to look up in a dictionary. Frank Gifford tries to talk about the game. Little did we know that it was just the beginning, the beginning of something that would lead to Katy Perry riding in on a giant robotic tiger.
I have a dream. It’s the Sunday of Super Bowl Fifty (Not Super Bowl L). If you want to watch sports in the afternoon you can watch golf or bowling or gymnastics. Thirty minutes before kickoff they come on the air and talk about the teams, the coaches, the players. Then they play a football game.
Alas, I fear my nightmare will come true instead.
People are filing into the stadium. There is a red carpet. Somebody sticks a microphone into somebody’s face and says…
“Who are you wearing?”