Greetings from the sports desk located somewhere below decks of the Good Pirate Ship RedState. Sammy the Shark and Karl the Kraken are their usual dynamic selves at the moment:
Good help is so hard to find these days. Still, they know more about football than some people …
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Anyway, being on the other side of a senior discount means remembering when Monday Night Football was a really, really big deal. Difficult though it may be to believe for the small fry, there once was a time when the only NFL games you saw on Sunday were your local, or local-ish, team plus whatever was deemed worthy of a national broadcast. But everyone, unless there was a regional blackout, got Monday Night Football, which was usually a marquee matchup. The broadcast for years featured play-by-play by Frank Gifford, color…
