In our retirement years, do we really need the unending crawl of miscellaneous minutiae? [In any years, actually.]
Slap a piece of inexpertly shaped cardboard again the TV.
Prop it up with a book or two.
And you have my makeshift [i.e. desperate] attempt to stifle that annoying march of repeated sports scores across the bottom of the screen. [Just a matter of time before ESPN starts posting results of the drone-racing they’ve started televising. **]
**Honest, I only know this from the on-screen guide.