If you didn't know any better, you might draw the conclusion that sportscasters exist for the purpose of being resented, as though the sports viewing experience isn't quite complete without a little inane commentary to gnaw on. That may actually be the case to some degree or another. At any rate, it's true that sports fans love trashing their play-by-play man, their color commentator, their sideline reporter, the guy responsible for making sure the chyrons don't have any typos in them. Anyone, really.
This is especially true of the Internet Sports Fan. Lord, there is so much whining. We will not shut up (and I am not discounting myself here; I'm as guilty as anyone). Sometimes we're dealing with a Craig James or Rob Dibble, and we really would be better off switching our stereo over to the DVD player so that we can listen to the audio from the menu screen of The Wicker Man for three hours