[PeteMoss]

I think this sums up why I liked Summerall and have a general dislike for guys like Joe Buck and Jim Hughson:

If remembering Pat Summerall is going to inspire a complaint, though, it’s this: the guys at the very top of the field are thigh-deep in the one thing you’d never hear in a Pat Summerall broadcast: self-importance.

I’m not saying Jim Nantz and Al Michaels don’t have their laudable qualities, but they both absolutely believe they’re a part of the reason you’re watching. Al Michaels can’t resist his own opinion, and (man, I bet he’d really hate this criticism) often sounds just like the drunkard at the end of the bar screaming, “THAT’S TERRIBLE CLOCK MANAGEMENT!” He is also very aware that he is a celebrity and that he is important.

Jim Nantz has lost his lifelong battle with smugness. In a rout. He is the living embodiment of the Masters theme song. He tries to seem like your pal with his “Hello, friends” bit, but off camera, I can’t picture him saying “Hello, friends” to anyone who doesn’t have a white sweater tied around his neck.

This isn’t a commentator bitchfest, though. I offer those examples only to illustrate what we’ve been missing since Pat Summerall left the booth.

http://www.themightymjd.com/2013/04/...y-by-play-guy/