Memo to MLBTV: Don't Do This

So I'm at the gym this morning, running on a treadmill and watching TV, when a commercial comes on for the NFL Network. Nothing notable about the content, but then comes the swelling music at the end of the spot and who do I hear? Morrissey! This, my friends, is the song that the guys at the NFL Network have co-opted:

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town...
that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

I suppose that one line about Sundays fits nicely when taken out of context, but aren't the primary themes of this song (1) boredom; (2) misery; and (3) nuclear apocalypse? Regardless, it isn't exactly the kind of song that gets me in the mood for football. Maybe suicide, but definitely not football.

The last time I remember words and commercial meaning so mismatched was when Polaroid juxtaposed The Cure's "Pictures of You" over a happy couple taking photos of one another, and presumably not crying for the death of their hearts. Polaroid declared bankruptcy a couple years later.