Violence! Sex! Brain damage! Skirts! FOOTBALL!
Slap that shit on a t-shirt...annnnnd stick in the snowflake-free section of whatever thrift store sells 'Make America Great Again' hats.
Truth be told, we really owe Brent Musburger a slow clap. It's not common that the elderly have the self awareness to recognize the imminent demise of their filter before it gets them trouble. He still looks like an aging, out-of-touch dickhead for becoming the spokesperson for violence in sports no more than 24 hours after a player was nearly left paralyzed on the field, but at least he's an aging, out-of-touch dickhead that's no longer responsible for broadcasting his no-holds-barred opinion to the masses. To be quite frank, I am not even using the term "dickhead" as an insult as much as I am a description of the antiquated world views of every white male in their late 70's. This day was sure to come, and we should all be happy that he was able to foresee the defectiveness of his tongue-holster.
That unadaptable "deal with it" approach to violence and objectification isn't exactly all that far out of bounds considering the inherent issues of the league in which he's talking about, but to publicly defend them during a time in which society - and to a much lesser extent, the NFL - is reprimanding both on the daily? Well, that would be interesting - to say the least - if it wasn't coming from the pruned fingertips of a guy that has understandably grown more damn tired of censoring himself than the average (cave)man his age.
Sidenote: It would be morbidly amusing (Also see: skin-crawling) to hear what Brent had to say about A.J. McCarron's now wife if not under close watch by the FCC....