You see the clock running, but it’s not running down. It’s going the other way. So your jaw is resting on your chin, eyes glazed over, and you’re thinking to yourself, “Will this ever be over?”
It’s something like listening in church to a blowhard right out of seminary, and the clock is at 163:00 and gaining, then some faggot runs onto the field, blows a whistle, waving his arms and everybody trudges off a field the size of Rhode Island.
And you’re sitting there thinking, “I’ll never get those two hours, or however long it was, back.”
Every time I hear that argument, I want to ask (and I am a NFL fan): how do you feel about spending 3-1/2 hours watching 15 minutes of action during a NFL game?