The Sunday before the Super Bowl is the worst Sunday in TV sports entertainment.
After 17 weeks of NFL football since Labor Day weekend, TVs across America are silenced.
Even if you're not watching the games, the familiar drone of play-by-play and the occasional stop-by to check how you're doing in the football pool make Sundays special.
Yesterday it was Lifetime movies, a DVD of "Monsters, Inc." and, for dad, golf.
But watching Tiger Woods demolish the competition by double-digit strokes does not make for must-see TV. Especially when fairways and greens around here are covered with snow. (Golf on TV is much better when you know you can tee it up.)
So a wintry Sunday came and went with no Jim Nantz, Bill Cowher or Terry Bradshaw. There was no familiar sound of a crunching tackle or the roar of the crowd. There were no bad car commercials to ignore.
The Sunday before the Super Bowl is like split-pea soup without the ham.
Blah.