Won't even bother to comment on the actual game, which was a complete beat-down.
Watched it from home to avoid the Arctic blast. (Thanks, Canada!)
The one thing I took away from the stream is how God-awful the color guy is, and has been. He sounded as though he'd indulged in about 27 bong-hits and a quart of Colt 45 before the game tonight. He's about as useful as breasts on a ping-pong ball. (Does his uncle own the radio station, or something..?)
Let's just let Ray handle the color and the play-by-play on his lonesome, as he used to do so well... Addition by subtraction, as it were.