Every five or so weeks, I get a reminder of why I love professional football so much. This week, it came from the broadcast booth. I’ve been on record that I think the top end of broadcasting has become a twinge smarmy and exclusive, making the listener feel like they are sitting outside of some velvet rope in the freezing cold watching the beautiful people go by.
But Eric Collins jumping into a Panthers game and screaming half the time like he was fronting an emo band was absolutely incredible. This tilt, which was supposed to be on the complete outer reaches of the NFL universe, turned out to be a 17-point comeback victory and Collins beautifully set the tone by making every call like it was his last.
