The sports lineup was a little thin last evening.
Like much of the country, I watched the Academy Awards and was left slack-jawed when Warren Beatty, Faye Dunaway and some folks from PricewaterhouseCoopers conspired to screw up the announcement of "Moonlight" as Best Picture.
Like every other sweatpants-wearing sofa spud watching the debacle, I wondered:
"How in the hell did that happen?"
"How could they screw up an otherwise enjoyable evening with something so ridiculous?"
"How is history going to remember the details of the night in the wake of this odious ending?"
The more I thought about it, the more it reminded me of another colossal, controversial screwup. This one happened in my home town and I had a great seat.
Will anybody remember the speeches, the tour bus gag and the running "feud" between host Jimmy Kimmel and Matt Damon?
Do you remember Torii Hunter's amazing catch, which robbed Barry Bonds of a homer? Does anyone remember the role that the Brewers played on that historic night?
Not really.
We remember screwups, which makes last night's Oscars ceremony unforgettable, but also forgettable.