It's not surprising that the weekly 30-minute show has had some of its luster diminished, having lost, to early deaths, the only two hosts it had ever known, Dick Schaap and John Saunders, and their successor, Mike Lupica, is woefully inadequate to the task.
It's not just that Lupica sounds like an adolescent in the awkward grasp of puberty, his curiously emasculating hand gestures are exceeded in ineffectuality by only those of the current occupant of the Oval Office.
It's one of the better regular programs cablecast by the self-proclaimed "World-wide Leader in Sports," and while for the bulk of its three decades it was the very embodiment of the good ol' all-boys clubhouse (or lockerroom), of recent it's opened the doors to the likes of Jackie McMullen and Sarah Spain.
If ESPN/Disney actually was a living, breathing organism, it would keep TSR on the schedule, relegate Lupica to "occasional guest" status, install Jeremy Schaap (son of Dick) as host and exile whoever wanted to kill the show to the bowels of the mailroom.
Otherwise, I'm really going to miss it when it ends in May.