MOST PEOPLE with half a brain and somewhat interesting life will watch "The Happy Hour"--NBC Bay Area's hour-long sports cable colonoscopy, and be inclined to get a severe buzz after watching this local tripe show that looks as if it were created and developed in the time it takes to guzzle a pint of warm PBR.
Greg Papa is tieless --OMG, how creative! Ray Ratto is still the same pain-in-the-ass contrarian who would get cranky if there were a cure for cancer. Ratto, for some reason, has someone at the cable store who still thinks people give a rat's ass about his opinions; he's about as interesting as watching an elderly woman Bingo show in Vallejo.
And to make the PC grade, NBCBA has added a woman, Kelli Johnson, for the purpose, I guess, of having a woman on the show because, you know, you have to have to have a woman --that gives these type of crappers, legitimacy, I guess, because Johnson doesn't say anything even remotely interesting or exciting. Maybe that's intentional because you most certainly don't want to piss off the clients, Larry Baer is always watching.
I tried watching this program, seriously, I gave it the fifteen-minute rule which means if I could get past the first quarter of the show, I'd watch the entire hour but I couldn't take much of after 15; frankly, I needed to get drunk to get back into the action and I didn't disappoint --"The Happy Hour" needs to get 86ED.