The first time I saw the movie "Network" was in a Broadcast and Cinematic Arts class at Central Michigan University in 2003.
The famous line from the film is "I'm as mad as (heck), and I'm not going to take this anymore!"
Though the main character, Howard Beale, has a name that rhymes with mine, I like to think of myself as a reasonable, consensus-seeking, happy person.
Monday at about 11:45 p.m., I threw a couple hats, a couple shoes and knocked over a little furniture because of the Packers' Monday night Football debacle.
Oh, but it's not just that.
Inspired by that, here's list of things in the world of sports that are currently grinding my gears. Don't like it? Lump it.
I wish the White Sox would just up and lose already. Does anyone actually like them?
The Wall Street Journal recently statistically determined that Hawk Harrelson is more biased than the other 13 American League broadcasters combined. Their attendance has declined in six straight seasons and won't crack 2,000,000 for the year. The Tigers are already over 3,000,000.
The only players of theirs anyone's heard of are Adam Dunn, a .200 hitter and home-run clubbing ogre, and A.J. Pierzynski, who's on most Top 10 Jerks in the League lists.
Other than the President, do you know any actual White Sox fans? Cubs fans who are just sick of losing and want to jump ship don't count, mostly because those Cubs fans still actually attend Cubs games.
I wish there was NHL hockey to look forward to, but if saving his owners from themselves is what it takes, Gary Bettman's going to do it, and he'll do it with a smug smirk on his face while he torches what good things the league built up after the last time they blew it up due to greed.
Oh well, no one wanted to take the Red Wings fifty-billion dollar contract offer this year anyhow, so we'll probably end up with two teams I don't care about it in the Stanley Cup Finals anyway.
And if I'm going to have to watch the NBA for an extended period of time, I wish I could watch a team worth watching, as opposed to the Pistons, who may be the most non-descript batch of 12 players possible without being accused by the commissioner of not trying to field a competitive team.
I wish college sports teams had uniform uniforms that didn't have day-glo, matte, reflective, super-light, throwback and throwforward varieties to be sold for $200 apiece in the team store.
Of course, greed is what it all comes back to.
The ending of Monday's game is a prime example of the old phrase 'You get what you pay for.'"
In this day and age, when every public institution is worth grinding to a halt to prove a point or to extract another pound of flesh, it shouldn't come as a surprise. When the pie gets smaller, the fight for the scraps gets that much harder.
Stuff like this is why I was down on the league two years ago.
Unfortunately, baseball's over in a month, who knows when there'll be another Red Wings game or another Pistons game worth watching.
I miss the Olympics.
Then again, if there's one farewell moment I remember from London, it's the words of Closing Ceremony performer Eric Idle.
"When you're chewin' on life's gristle/Don't grumble, give a whistle! And this'll help things turn out for best ... and ... always look on the bright of side of life..."
Brandon Veale can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Follow him on Twitter at twitter.com/redveale.