â†µThat's Joe Buck once he's not interviewing someone: just a big ol' piece of driftwood in a suit, and three aimless guests begging to be put out of their misery. Oh, Driftwood did a fine job interviewing Favre, sure. He's done that before, and looked to be at least a competent replacement to Costas in that respect. The rest was a screaming disaster, and I don't mean in that complimentary sense (like old episodes of David Letterman could be, for example.) â†µâ†µ
â†µIt was disaster, and should have been. Buck has never been professionally entertaining without a game scrolling along with him, and likely never will. I'd wonder why this ever happened, but this is Hollywood, one of the few industries where someone will let you come into the highest level of your job simply because you want to and have name recognition. You want to fly a plane? Go right ahead, Mr. Buck. Remove a fully-rooted brain tumor without training? Here's the bone saw, Mr. Buck! Comedy is hard, and if you don't think so, watch that clip. Artie Lange is trying as hard as he can and has been for decades, and he's still barely twitter-worthy. All the effort in the world isn't likely to make Buck funny, no matter how many writers they attempt to prop up behind him. â†µâ†µ
â†µHe does, however, make a fine accessory in any Cape Cod decorating scheme, and doubles as firewood in a pinch. â†µâ†µ
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