Picking Up Where We Left Off...

...the Schloss-Blog wants to pick up on the comment by The Schlossberg about ESPN's Gameday telecasts on Saturday mornings.

They suck.

They just suck, from the revamped opening song with Big & Rich to the formulaic stories and commentaries, it just plain sucks.

First of all, the prior version of "We're Comin' To Your City" with Lzzy Hale was much better than the current version, with the new hot blonde, but Lzzy Hale is da' bomb.

The new version doesn't have the impact, doesn't have the pizzaz, doesn't have that certain je ne sais quoi. It also doesn't have Big Kenny's bare armpits, which are gross.

Lzzy Hale puts everything into that song, and you can see it at the end when she strokes her last riff in exhaustion. Just watch it and tell me different. I don't even think Joey Hottinger takes her there.

Now, it's no longer big or rich. The show, that is. Neither is the song.

The show has become, as mentioned, so formulaic. From the opening song to the smiling panel declaring how great the games are going to be because of how great all the players are and because, most of all, of how big the game is. (OK, I admit it - I'm watching AM Joy on MSNBC by then.)

Every week, it's the next "game of the century." I mean, you better not skip Marshall against UConn. Sounds like a good NIT matchup though.

Moving right along, can't skip Maria Taylor's insightful interview with the coach of one of the participating teams. I mean, I don't know about you, but I definitely want to know what the team had for breakfast.

Soon thereafter, Tom Rinaldi introduces you to someone like me, who's been among The Walking Dead since last year, and is now the inspiration for a Fox animation series on Sunday nights. By the way, there is no known cure Walking Dead disease except a bullet to the head. No wonder people shoot themselves in the foot instead, just not while they stick foot in mouth.

Anyway, the only thing worth watching is the game-winner selections at the end of the show, while Lee Corso puts on a weird hat and tells everyone else how wrong they are while so often disappointing the home team crowd behind him so many times. His picks, while humorous, are predictable. Notre Dame. Alabama. Ohio State. Oklahoma. Florida. Clemson. The guest picker usually has a better percentage than The Coach. The guest picker, unless it's Jerry Seinfeld or Katy Perry, isn't worth watching.

Such a tough job. Such difficult analyses.

Chris Hilvert, wherever you are, you're right; time to give Fox Big Noon Kickoff a look. Well, for now - Urban Meyer will leave to become the head coach at USC or Texas or Arkansas or the New York Giants next year. Maybe the Los Angeles Chargers, who need to sell tickets in their new stadium because they suck (did you watch them against the Raiders?).

Of course, Jon Gruden and the Raiders need to make the playoffs to ensure their ticket sales and PSLs in Las Vegas next year. Their fans must be ready to commute from Oakland to Vegas next year because they are still selling out the old Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum to support a coach with an unprecedented 10-year, $100 million contract, whose recently fired brother will likely be his offensive coordinator next year.

Unless he's Urban Meyer's offensive coordinator at USC. Texas? New York Giants?

Did I mention that ESPN GameDay really sucks?

Someone tell Trump, who got booed at a UFC event, he can't have his chocolate cake and eat it too at the G7 at the Doral. And tell Gordon Sondland you can't lie to Congress.

And tell Trump to stop going to sporting events until he finds one at which he won't get booed, and to stop playing golf and making believe he's working. No, wait...

Happy 20th anniversary, Chris Matthews. Hardball rocks.

Happy birthday to me. Yes, Colleen Harrison, I am still 54 today. Again.

Tune in on Radio Free Phoenix tonight. You never know who gets a shout out, Bob Frisk. Goodnight Mrs. Calabash.