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Finally, a good game on MNF. And I almost forgot to check out Annika's picks.

Let me say a couple of things about the MNF opening skit fracas (or is it a kerfuffle? A flap? I'm holding out for Nicolettesanstowel-gate.)

First of all, I'm sure I spoke for most Amerikans when the first thing that went through my head was "Damn, she sure looks like Nicole Brown!"

Second, that said, it was the funniest one of these durn things they've run all season. I blogged about this back in the pre-season, when they had one featuring Howard Dean doing a parody of his "YEAAARRRRGH!" speech, going on about how "we are taking it to New England! And to Miami! To Dallas, and Green Bay!" etc. The worst one featured Dennis Hopper, doing some riff off his Easy Rider persona for what reason I am still not able to fathom.

The good thing? Nicolettesanstowel-gate seems to have put the kibosh on the whole thing, which allows us instead to focus on the surreally hilarious in a way it's not supposed to be opening song featuring Hank Williams VI rapping with a bunch of street musicians playing percussion on 10 gallon pickle jars.

Make. It. Stop.

Seriously, bring back the good old days of the virulently militaristic "football as war, and not just war, but some bizarre Robert Heinlein on steriods kulturkreig featuring starship troopers clad chearleaders, cheering on mutant battling robots with exploding helmet heads" opening sequence.

And stop these innapropriate sexual overtones of these distracting "skits" which interfere with the real Lombardian purpose of Monday Night Football: laughing at the commericals for erectile dysfunction. You know how they have the Eddie Bauer model of the Explorer? I'm wondering when they'll have the Cialis-trimmed Navigator. You can almost here the ad "The Cialis Navigator: the biggest most powerful engine and vehicle for the man who doesn't."

And the DH controvesey? Let me say two things.

1. it's popular because it's the suburban sequel to Melrose Place, and having the street set conspicuously on the Universal backlot street that the Cleavers lived on is brilliant; and

B. Mmmmmmmmmm.....Felicity Huffman. Forget Scully: SHE'S the true thinking man's strumpet.