madcitymac: THANK YOU!
I've been trying to define what it is that grates on me about him, and you hit it on the nose.
Any announcer who tries to paint this romanticized picture of any sport these days rubs me the wrong way.
Maybe it's sports in general these days, maybe it's just me turning into a grumpy old fart.

Quote from Jim Nance:

"On the other hand, there's a little Jack Nicholson in "Five Easy Pieces" in me. I'm a breakfast guy: three eggs scrambled, with bacon and wheat toast, burnt. The problem is, it never came back burnt. For years it would arrive limp and tan, which brought breakfast to a standstill when I sent the toast back. It was costing me 10 minutes a day, which, multiplied by six days a week, is four hours a month. That's 48 hours-two full days-per year. My friends, time is currency. My wife, Courtney, got tired of hearing me complain about it. She found a photograph on the Internet of a kitchen toaster ejecting two slices of burnt toast. She minimized it, printed it out and had it laminated. She insisted I put it in my wallet. When I order, I present the photo to my server. I get some strange looks, but I can assure you, the toast now arrives black and scary, just the way I like it."

*Nantz.