Well, well, well....how about Tony Romo just busting straight into a brand new profession guns-a-blazin? Who even needs a microphone when you can just whip your metaphorical dick out and flex on those that came before you? I didn't pay much attention to the people who said that a former athlete would have a hard time adjusting to life in the booth, but I'd be willing to bet that the target of that skepticism was listening intently. I would imagine that's why he just started prognosticating plays as if he were the one calling him. Now, you can probably only be a part of a broadcast that requires a spoiler alert for so long before people start to get upset with you for ruining the element of surprise, but the occasional reminder that he knows more about football than literally anyone that doubted him serves as quite the middle finger to his haters. Tony Romo will probably still have moments where he struggles to dead air when he's asked to do something other than call audibles, but he truly stunted on every analyst that felt like they were unjustly passed over for a more popular personality when he Nostradamus'd the shit out of the entire telecast. Something tells me the guy that can paint a picture before it even comes to fruition has quite the future in color commentating. Even if doing so might as well have been a Degeneration-X-esque crotch chop in the direction of Phil Simms supporters.
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