The Out Route

They've hired Pink (yes, THAT Pink) to sing the Sunday Night Football theme. And what's worse? It's an adapted version of Joan Jett's "I Hate Myself For Loving You." It's an awful enough thing in its own right to make my football-viewing experience suckier, it's quite another to drag a badass like Jett, someone who I'm quite positive could kick my ass, down to the pits of hell with you.

Fred Gaudelli, who will be producing the weekly football game, had this to say about Pink's hiring:

We chose Pink as the signature voice because she is a tremendous talent with a crossover appeal that makes her relevant to all segments of our audience.

Who, exactly, is your audience, then? Because I know a lot of people that love football, and not a single one of them have ever expressed even a modicum of interest in Pink. So get bent, Gaudelli. That's a load of PR horseshit. You're trying to attract the TRL crowd, at the expense of real football fans. Don't insult us like that.

Of course we'll still watch the games, because football fans are interested in the action of football, not the frills and flash of a big network spectacle like the people Pink would attract. Isn't that the type of audience you'd like to appeal to? Football fans? You'd done a really good job with your announce crew, your studio team, but way to blow it.

Pink, if you've got a heart (and I'm not sure that's necessarily true), back out of this. NOW. Just because you're upset that you look like Farva doesn't mean you've got to take it out on us. Didn't you get your kicks when "Let's Get This Party Started" was THE song of the NBA Playoffs? Wasn't that enough? You are a ruthless, ruthless bitch Pink.

And I hate you.