Nevermind that the Sportscenter commercials involving anchors and players interacting has been played out for years...
Nevermind that someone in Bristol seems have a Bill Simmons/Adam Carolla type bizarre mancrush/blindspot for the mediocre Tony Kornheiser (who is well below mediocre when it comes to offering color commentary on MNF)...
Nevermind that they continue to trot out the bloated self-parody that is Chris Berman well past his expiration date...
Nevermind that those "Remember when blah blah blah" commercials suck to the highest possible degree of sucktivity, to the point I am now muting my television when the one about how your wife wouldn't go to the hospital to give birth because she wanted to watch Brett Favre comes on...
The insufferable, untalented, faux-street Stuart Scott just sang about Tayshaun Prince to the tune of "When Doves Cry" (because, see, Prince, Prince...get it?), the intro to which I've said I'd use as my at bat music if I were a baseball player.
I hate ESPN.