Oh TV News...

Side story: I was right the other day about our trash: the deck chair that broke during our move out here was gone before the trash man even came. They left the cushion though, haha.

The Cardinals certainly didn't display why they're a worthy contender for the World Series; last night was pretty rough.

I canNOT watch the local news when it is post-season Cardinals baseball. They're never-ending live reports down near the stadium and about everything baseball make my head hurt from their stupidity. Every... single... day... the news starts out something like this:
News Desk Girl: "And now we're gonna go down to the stadium where Bob has been most of the afternoon. Cardinals fans are lining up showing their Cardinal Red and they are pumped for the game. Bob?"
Bob: "Yes, I'm down here..."
Errant fan: "WOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Bob: "...and everyone predicts a win for tonight (as if anyone here would say differently). The crowds are here, the fans are pumped, and we are READY TO GO!"
*cut to recorded clip of fan #1*
Fan #1 (an older lady dressed in a red wig or bobbly-springy things waving on a headband, wearing beads and other gaudy attire): "Oh we're going to win. My cat Shelby was out chasing a Cardinal today, so I know we're going to win!"
Fan #2 (a young guy with painted face, sunglasses, who has clearly already had a few drinks and yells his interview): "YEAH! We're gonna beat the Sox tonight, me and my buddies came down here and we are ready for the game."

This is then followed by a variety of reports that could include: Beer sales, how many hot dogs the ballpark makes, a live cast with the sports reporter on the field and nothing happening, live shots of feet walking to the stadium, something about Fredbird, or cutting the grass in the outfield.

Ugh...

I can't take it. I change the channel with such vigor you'd think a horror movie was coming on. It's almost as bad as the ridiculous snow-coverage that happens every winter too.

I still maintain I could get all of my news from the radio and I wouldn't be the least bit unhappy. At least I don't have to put up with the silly canned imagery.