I suppose this is as good a time as any to ask for forgiveness from the Anchor of Gold readership. I am nearly 40 with three kids and very tired most of the time, and the truth of the matter is that the absolute bed-wetting (hetting?) that I watched last Saturday has usurped the modicum of hope I have for the year. As such, my writing will likely contain large amount of snark, a lack of positivity, and maybe even alternative programming suggestions so you can avoid watching the slop. Still, I am honor bound to offer you a glimpse at the offenses we will be facing throughout the year, and so I shall, but consider yourself warned.