Growing up, I remember that nothing would kill a Saturday morning faster than sports. Usually, it would hit around noon, and Saturday morning was officially over. Worse still is when it would happen early: You’d be sitting there, waiting for the next episode of a favorite show, and next thing you know, “a special sports presentation” or some-such.
And now, it sounds like a whole new generation is going to get to experience the anguish.
Bonus fun fact: When I was a kid, I did not like wrestling, so those odd times where a WWF program would interrupt my fun led to the same sort of anguish. It’s almost ironic, in a way.
via The Allspark.