In a post that would make Mr. H.R. Williams proud (for those unaware, Mr. H.R. Williams is the diabolical genius behind "Posthill", the always obnoxious, offensive, over-the-top extremist nonsense Blog to which I offer thee a link on my sidebar), the original major rant of this post was apparentl too offensive to remain posted. What a shame. It must have been quite possibly the most outlandish thing ever written, because The Sports Maunderer is home to sheer insanity which makes it past the editor while this post did not. We here at The Sports Maunderer apologize for the shortened column, and hope you will take solace in the fact that my musings regarding what it would be like to be Greg Oden, the baseball season, and the band named Muse will all be published sometime in the next week. Or... well probably not. Next month. Well. They will get published sometime. Eventually. Without further adu, let us proceed with this shortened column.
Phenom backlash: I think we are finally seeing the result of way too much hype following way too many players. The sports commentators and fans are sick of it, and they are lashing out at O.J. Mayo, more because they are sick of over-hyped high-schoolers than because they have any actual problem with him. Sure, the ref incident was bungled, and he shouldn’t have walked over to him, but that ref had it out for Huntington High since the year before, when he managed to get Patrick Patterson ejected from a game. Patrick Patterson. No one complains about his attitude problems.
And yeah, the backboard reflecting dunk and concomitant throw into the stands were boneheaded, but how many kids wouldn’t be fired up in that situation? I’m not saying that justifies it, but the only reason his head has been taken off in the media is because people are sick pf phenoms.
He has obviously made mistakes, but we all do that. The thing that is telling is that instead of railing against those talking about him—such as Michael Wilbon—and declaring he “doesn’t care what others think” or some equivocal nonsense like that, he really seems to want to change people’s opinions. That is far more important to a guy not even out of high school yet than whether or not he made—gasp—some mistakes.
The Commentator duo from Hell: Not that this would—in the name of everything good, it had better not—happen, but I just came up with the commentator duo from Hell. Can you imagine anything worse than listening to a game where the play-by-play guy is Lou Holtz, and the color commentator is Shannon Sharpe? I could switch on the “espanol” feature and have a better shot at understand what they are saying. The only thing I could likely make out would be the moments when Shannon begins laughing like hyena who just heard the funniest joke ever told. And then I would know that something absolutely not funny had just happened. Not that you needed anymore food for nightmares, but there you go.
Until next time (and we apologize again for the inconvenient shortening of my column... what? You don't mind? You're joking. Right?
...right?)
The Sports Maunderer
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2 comments:
Wow...this is horribly shortened. But come on...a worse commentator combination has to be a combination of Jay Mariotti and Little Richard...if I had to watch something with the two of them...well.
I probably just wouldn't.
Despite the fact that neither of them are sports commentators.
The Sports Maunderer can easily divine that you have no idea what Lou Holtz and Shannon Sharpe sound like. If you did, this would not be an argument. Sure, Jay is a rebarbative, feckless flip-flopper who shouts too much, but he has nothing on Lou or Shannon.
And I was trying to keep it in the sports world, otherwise I might have said something like "Getty Lee singing while Meg White pretends to 'drum' in the background", but that clearly has nothing to do with sports, so...
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