We begin early. Way early. Paul McCartney shows up at the Fox Sports desk to ham it up with Jim Brown (aka "JB"), Howie Long, Jimmy Johnson, and reigning marshmallow man of suck, Terry Bradshaw. We once again revisit that wonderful moment last year when Bradshaw drunkenly sang a self-directed medley of Beatles hits with Sir Paul McCartney. The moment was idiotic then but has now aged nicely into a generally stinky moment of pop culture poop. Amazingly, all the Fox staffers recall nostalgically how electric the duet was. If by "electric" they mean they tried to stick a wet finger into a power socket, then yes, it was.

Later - or perhaps earlier (everything's a bit hazy) - a whorish weather woman ascends to a small stage to introduce a musical act. The trampy lady with the probable yeast infection turns out to be Jillian Barberie, still grasping for reasons to be included on the next edition of Hollywood Squares. She summons out John Fogerty, an aging rockstar who appears to have been dragged away from his engagement at the Buffalo Bill Casino in Primm, Nevada. With a charming boufant, John Fogerty sings some of his classics while a crowd of young executives from Federal Express and Monster.com stand around morosely. Par-tay!

Peppered amongst the musical numbers are interviews with Terrell Owens (broken foot, blah blah blah), Donovan McNabb (Chunky Soup, blah blah blah), and Tom Brady (I'm All American, blah blah blah). George Bush Sr. and Bill Clinton show up to unwisely give Terry Bradshaw some false sense of journalistic legitimacy. Luckily, Harvard grad JB doles out most of the questions to his Eli rivals (that means they're from Yale) while Bradshaw gets drunk off of Jack Daniels and paint thinner in the corner. Bill Clinton looks emaciated (bypass surgery? psshh. whatever), and the entire scene takes on a surreal quality as the two former world leaders discuss tsunami relief while holding Fox Sports microphones.