The NFL's Red Zone channel is all that keeps me invested while trying to watch football on Sundays these days. The best thing about it is this: As the officials take charge of games in one location, Scott Hanson and his crew will move quickly to another game.
I can't share Scott's excitement when his directors decide to go to a "triple box'' of action, but Red Zone has become the only football watching respite from constant flags and officials' discussions and the dreaded "this is a chance for another four-minute commercial break'' replays.
Every time the game's analyst tells us how great it is the officials are getting together to hold a discussion on a flag that was thrown … wouldn't you like to reach through the screen and whack the guy upside the head?
If it takes a two-minute meeting of officials, the flag shouldn't have been thrown in the first place.
On this past Sunday, I was in a location where Red Zone was not available, which meant 100% attention being paid to the Vikings and the Jaguars, in all their glory. There were grandchildren in the vicinity, or it's tough to imagine the level of profanity that I would've been shouting at the TV screen as flags flew and officials huddled.
There have been many reasons offered for the decline in TV ratings for the NFL in 2016. There is only one reason why the tradition of Sunday football has become less appealing to me in recent years.
Permit to offer that as loudly as possible with the written word (meaning caps):
I CANNOT STAND TO WATCH NFL OFFICIATING ANY LONGER.