Evidently, it was a clever move by ESPN to put Sergio Dipp on the sidelines. His narrative was, at once, curious and incomprehensible.

It was the perfect foil for a booth duo so awful that I wondered if they had been recruited from a high school broadcast booth because the A team was stuck in Ft. Myers.

And, no, I'm not a sexist. My wife had to figure out that was a woman in the booth. I was sure it was a semiprofessional bicycle athlete that had suffered a crushing series of injuries in a race where he had forgotten to wear both cup and helmet.

For the NFL, luckily, these performances distracted us from the abject greed that has them scheduling a home opener damned near in the middle of the night.  I've been a Broncos fan since 1960, but I finally may be getting over it.