He’s 71; he was the main part of the old CBS “The NFL Today”, which set the pattern for every pre-game show done since the debut of “The NFL Today”; he’s called some great games; he has engendered drinking games (because of his frequent use of the word “pardner” – not partner, but “pardner”); but now it’s time for Brent Musberger to retire.
He can call the national championship game a week from tonight, but after that, he should quit.
It’s just that I can’t stand to hear him say “WES-consin” one more time, and if I’m forced to endure it again during the Big Ten basketball season, I swear I’ll finally make good on my threat to turn the TV sound off and listen to Matt LePay on the radio broadcast.
Musburger was born out west, where they pronounce the vowels a bit differently that we do in the Midwest, but he went to school at Northwestern and worked in Chicago long enough to know that it’s not WESconsin and it’s not ELLenoy.
And his apparently deliberate mispronunciation of the name of our state has drawn criticism from his colleagues in the profession and from newspaper columnists.
He’s got to be aware of it, so I think he does it just to piss us off. Take a hike, Brent. Hang up your spurs. Let yourself out to pasture. Enjoy your golden years. But please, just leave.
And take that damnable no-talent Joe Buck with you.
And, truth to be told, I wouldn’t be so sensitive about it if the Badgers hadn’t stunk so horribly in that damnable football game Saturday.