I hate the word "almost.". As in, we almost beat Ohio State, or, we almost beat Oregon. That's a real tired word. We need to retire that word.
BearsLair72;841954845 said:
If I had to pick a word it would be physicality, which is a real word, but gets way over used. Also the way the broadcasters call someone who once coached the game "coach" as if it is a permanent honorarium like Mr. President or Senator.
However, my biggest complaint is that the days of professional sports broadcasters are over. Think Keith Jackson or Vin Sculley. Today we have to listen to endless ex sports jocks who basically are uneducated boobs and that is what gets tiring. Plus have you ever noticed how every one of them has a name that ends in ie or y or initials? Fox is the worst..."we'll be going to halftime with Jimmie, Howie, Bobby, Terry and JB (as if we always know who JB is).
And the worst thing of all is when they get on something that they think everyone in the country wants to see upchucked every week. I refer of course to the return of Peyton Manning, as if he is the second coming of Jesus. If it isn't another pizza commercial (does he really need the money) it is the endless Peyton this and Peyton that, followed by the Broncos being showcased weekly. I'll tell you what...watching him throw 3 interceptions and get bounced by the Falcons made my evening.
Broadcast perfection was the Rose Bowl with Keith Jackson calling the game and as a sidekick the one jock I did enjoy him with was Dan Fouts, who has a brain, although he can be a Duck homer at times.
:rant
6bear6;841954788 said:
I hate the word "almost.". As in, we almost beat Ohio State, or, we almost beat Oregon. That's a real tired word. We need to retire that word.
6bear6;841955036 said:
What the hell is wrong with cottage cheese? Now if you're talking about asparagus or brussel sprouts, I've hated them since childhood.
Bears2thDoc;841955085 said:
I LOVE asparagus and brussel sprouts.
Had grilled asparagus just last nite at home....with a little drizzle of olive oil and a dusting of parimigiano reggiano....ummmmm good.
Had cold roasted brussel sprouts for lunch today at Espresso Roma.....olive oil, garlic and a palmfull of chopped proscuitto.........ummmmm good.
Cottage Cheese.....YUK!!
It is the only food that has NEVER VOLUNTARILY crossed my lips.
I had lasagna once that didn't taste right....was told the ricotta was really cottage cheese.
I absolutely gag when someone has it anywhere near me.....ranked #2 on the hated food list is Butter Milk.
socaliganbear;841955186 said:
Stanfurd.
6bear6;841955124 said:
Are you Italian-American? Sounds like you cover everything with anything from Italy. Asparagus makes you pee green and Brussel sprouts are the most foul smelling veggie on the planet.
6bear6;841954788 said:
I hate the word "almost.". As in, we almost beat Ohio State, or, we almost beat Oregon. That's a real tired word. We need to retire that word.
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