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To quote more would be to reproduce the whole article here. I suppose I could have just as easily summarized the whole sentiment in the last sentence:
So, "I don't like your game, but it's because you're dumb and I'm smart. N'ya!"
It would seem that the anecdotal model of sportscasting isn't everyone's favourite. Somehow the failure of a baseball announcer to translate his style to another sport makes me smile, just a little.
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June 30, 2006 -- 12:41 PM
posted by Al
By this time tomorrow you can buy things with 1% less tax. Therefore you can consume more for less. Or in theory that's how it works.
June 29, 2006 -- 10:10 PM
posted by Par
Haha, I guess those two columnists don't bother to reign in the childishness just because they're not talking soccer. The South Shall Rise Again Sorry Canada, the Old Confederacy is now the center of the hockey world. :
Imagine a team from a Canadian city so far north that pond hockey is still played outside in July is being spanked by a team from a state best known as the home of Barney Fife and the good old boys of NASCAR.
June 29, 2006 -- 10:06 PM
posted by Par
Soccer is the perfect game for the post-modern world. It's the quintessential expression of the nihilism that prevails in many cultures, which doubtlessly accounts for its wild popularity in Europe. Soccer is truly Seinfeldesque, a game about nothing, sport as sensation.
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When the ball actually approaches one of the goals, the fans reach fever pitch and the cheering becomes a deafening roar.
Of course, these infrequent occurrences in which the soccer ball approaches the end zone--where goaltenders wile away their time perusing magazines, trimming their fingernails or inspecting blades of grass--rarely result in a shot on goal.
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Mostly soccer is just guys in shorts running around aimlessly, a metaphor for the meaninglessness of life. Whole blocks of game time transpire during which absolutely nothing happens. Fortunately, this permits fans to slip out for a bratwurst and a beer without missing anything important. It's little wonder fans at times resort to brawling amongst themselves in the grandstands, as there is so little transpiring on the field of play to occupy their wandering attention.
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No game in which actually scoring goals is of such little importance could possibly occupy the attention of average Americans. Our country has yet to succumb to the nihilism, existentialism, and anomie that have overtaken Europe
To quote more would be to reproduce the whole article here. I suppose I could have just as easily summarized the whole sentiment in the last sentence:
Soccer, then, would appear to be a game better suited to dim-witted quadrupeds than to human beings.
So, "I don't like your game, but it's because you're dumb and I'm smart. N'ya!"
June 29, 2006 -- 8:19 PM
posted by Par
The Sins of American Sportscasting:
American TV sportscasting is full of factoids, full of graphics, full of breakaways from the midst of play for prerecorded human-interest backgrounders, full of color analysts overexplaining what happened a couple of minutes ago even as new, more urgent things are happening in front of our eyes, full of overpacked broadcast booths with three-man teams, sideline reporters, spotters, graphics people and telestrators, all breathlessly jostling for air time. Goals are scored in hockey games, and instead of showing the players celebrating, hyperactive producers cut away to show coaches, random crowd shots, the empty net, the goalie whose expression is hidden behind his mask. A single football play cannot pass without two instant replays; lineups cannot be given without film clips of the players saying their own names. At any given moment in a baseball game, what you’ll hear is the studied casualness of the down-home, nothing-really-exciting-going-on-here play-calling tradition that O’Brien personifies.
All these strands together add up to the crisis in American sportscasting that is made evident at every World Cup, when English-speaking fans flee in enormous numbers to listen to commentary in a language they don’t even understand.
It would seem that the anecdotal model of sportscasting isn't everyone's favourite. Somehow the failure of a baseball announcer to translate his style to another sport makes me smile, just a little.
June 29, 2006 -- 7:12 PM
posted by Al
Like I promised Percy yesterday, the link to the most awesomest 8-bit inspired flash game ever!
Gamma Bros.
June 28, 2006 -- 6:15 PM
posted by eric
plus it'll be good for Pronger cause then he'll still get to see his mistress due to regional scheduling.
