So many ridiculous and mostly inexplicable things happen during the average NFL broadcast that they can become indistinguishable, just one big loud wash of certitudes and platitudes and bad word choices and bad life choices and lite beer commercials. In reality, all these ridiculousnesses are different. Fox wrapping Tony Siragusa in an acre of fleece and khaki and turning him loose to wander around an end zone and malaprop his way through various obvious observations is clearly not the same thing as an official delivering a convoluted and legalistic explanation of a play in which multiple penalties were committed; both are not nearly as weird as Fox's decision to broadcast NFL players and coaches reading the Declaration of Independence before the Super Bowl. These are all very strange things, but they're not the same type of strange.
For the most part, we inhabit the strangeness of an NFL game -- the bizarre stylistic curlicues; those weird haranguing Denis Leary truck commercials; the constipated cant from the broadcast booth; outcomes hinging on subjectively and selectively applied and wildly arcane rules --in the unconscious way that a fish inhabits water.