Where's Joyce?

As I watched ESPN to catch up on the day's sports news, I was sickened to death at the amount of Brett Favre coverage. And I really like Brett Favre.

Actually, what bothered me more than anything else was the sheer number of "experts" the Evil Empire found it necessary to put in front of the camera to comment on the most over-analyzed story on the face of the planet.

In just a 15-minute span, the worldwide leader let two studio anchors and seven NFL Live analysts barf out any and every opinion they could think of. That doesn't even include the three on-site reporters who filed stories.

And so I thought back to a scene from that classic movie, The Naked Gun, in which the eight announcers, including Dr. Joyce Brothers, are jammed into a broadcast booth for the Dodgers-Angels game.

That was 1988 and a marginal joke at best.

Now it's 2008 and ESPN was dead serious.

And while I'm at it...

Having grown up in New Jersey and witnessed the overall lack of sportsmanship of Jets fans over the years, I officially give Favre two interceptions before the crowd starts screaming, "We want Chad. We want Chad."