Before NBA.com decided not to return my emails asking why my paid-for League Pass Broadband wasn't working, I watched just about as much basketball as anyone else out there, whether I had to write about it or not. I sat through hours of homer announcers, insipid sideline reports, and awful analysis from all manner of local crews covering teams.
I also gladly pricked my ears up as scads of excellent local guys and gals made each game a rewarding experience, teaching me new things, describing in vivid detail what I wasn't there in person to see. Local crews, for the most part, do fantastic work.
And through all of it, not once did I make a point to click over and watch a single halftime show as helmed by the ABC/ESPN crew. Even if an ESPN game was the only one on, I'd flip away at halftime even if it meant watching Guy Fieri work some puns into that beer batter.
Whether Stuart Scott was hosting the show, or in its current incarnation as essentially host-less, what would any NBA junkie learn from Tim Legler, Jon Barry, Magic Johnson, Chris Broussard or Michael Wilbon? I sincerely respect each of those men in their respective, previous fields (I have either seen or listened to each episode of "Pardon the Interruption" since 2001; no exaggeration). But as quick commentators in a halftime setting? They tell you absolutely nothing.
And without a host? Well, this embarrassing turn tends to happen: