Showing posts with label so awkward. Show all posts
Showing posts with label so awkward. Show all posts

Friday, June 27, 2008

Yeah, Seriously, What the Hell?

Per CS's heads up from yesterday's comments. I don't read Deadspin anymore (although I probably should, because I'm getting sick and fucking tired of going over to The Big Lead and finding post after post that's basically a picture of a mediocre looking chick that he insists is a "Vegas 10", and then some horrible sports related prediction) so this slipped past me.

When? How? Why? That's really his? No way. What the hell?

Not that that post lights the world on fire, but at least 1) it's not about Boston and 2) it shows he has a sense of humor re: blogs and commenters who frequently eviscerate him. I'm going to lay off him for a couple of days now out of respect.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Sportscaster Says [X] On Air, Later Clarifies That He Didn't Actually Say [X]

I was about to preface this post with a protracted discussion about two massive problems affecting the world of celebrity today. On one hand, almost anything a famous person (even a local baseball broadcaster; I'm counting them as celebrity because they have access to audiences of millions) does can be unfairly and wrongly taken as offensive by nearly any person or group of people. But on the other hand, because celebrities have to half-heartedly apologize for stupid shit all the time, when it comes time for them to either make a legitimate apology or at least own up to something controversial that they said, they're completely unable to do so. Yup, I was going to spend like six paragraphs talking about that subject. But fuck that noise. It was probably bad enough for me to include even that brief summary in the post. Let me just tell you about this thing I heard that I feel is worth mentioning on this blog.

That second problem described above, regarding being unable to either apologize for a legitimately offensive statement or own up to it and defend it as controversial but appropriate, happened two nights ago in Kansas City. Said Royals broadcaster Ryan LeFebvre of visiting Rangers Josh Hamilton and Milton Bradley: (quote is pulled off Sportscenter audio and is 100% accurate)

Here's a guy (Hamilton), with all the troubles he's had, has shown that if you work at it you can get your life back in order. And that would be a pretty good role model for Milton Bradley, who clearly has no control over himself, because it's the same thing year after year. This game is... this country, really, if you follow baseball, has really embraced Josh Hamilton. And I think they've wanted to do the same with Milton Bradley. But Milton Bradley has refused to allow himself to be put in that position.

Now, let me add a brief but obvious disclaimer before I come to my long overdue conclusion: I'm not here to defend Milton Bradley. As far as pro athletes go, he seems like a grade-A shithead. He's done almost nothing in his career to convince me that he's not an awful teammate. I'm not sure what kind of person he is outside of baseball, but if the hotheadedness he shows there translates over to his personal life (and fairly or not, I assume it does to some extent), he's probably not a great guy to hang around with.

There, I'm done. That was mean, wasn't it? Sure. But I'll stand by it. I'd say it to Bradley's face, as long as there was someone in the room to prevent him from beating me mercilessly. And that's what make me different than Ryan LeFebvre, because according to Sportscenter, you know what he said about those comments when later asked about them? Apparently he "wasn't singling out Bradley" and "wasn't ripping him."

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Read the original monolouge again, and let me know if I'm taking crazy pills here. Is that not the very definition of singling someone out, and, although not very maliciously, also close to the definition of ripping someone? Now you probably see why I wanted to write that intro. And now we come full circle to the end of the most cumbersome post in this (or maybe any) blog's existence. LeFebvre, in my mind, had two options once what he said became an issue and required further comment:

He could have A) apologized to Bradley and said he didn't mean to come across so harsh or without provocation. He didn't have to do this, of course. His original comments weren't really harsh enough to warrant it. But had he wanted to, he could have apologized, and it wouldn't have been weird or anything.

OR, he could have B) owned up to what he said and reaffirmed it. He could have simply said he was stating his opinion on the matter based on everything he's ever seen out of Bradley, and that while it's not the end of the world, it seems like Bradley is a troubled guy with some anger issues. There, that's not that hard, is it? Although it might have the fallout of causing Bradley to follow LeFebvre to his car one night and cave in LeFebvre's head with a bat, it's still an acceptable way to respond to the situation.

Is it really that hard to do one of those two things? Apparently so, because instead of either of them LeFebvre just decided to punk out and tell a bald-faced lie to a scandalously interested national audience. "Hey, I know I was singling out Milton Bradley and kind of ripping him, but I want you all to know that I wasn't singling him out or ripping him. Just thought I'd clear the air on that." OK, buddy. Whatever you say. Jeebus- give me a fucking break. What is this world coming to?

I know, I know, this post stinks. Sorry. Listen, all I ask is that if you leave a comment telling me this post sucks, and later on someone asks you "Hey, didn't you tell Larry B earlier today that his post stunk?", don't deny it.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Please Stop Doing Things, ESPN

This is a terrible topic for a post, because I don't have any way to link you to the thing I'm about to complain about, but I'm going to write it anyways. Was anyone watching the ACC Championship game on ESPN on Sunday? Holy dogballs. ESPN was doing this "thing"... I guess you could call it a piece of production, or a just a bit. Going to and coming back from commercial breaks, they showed montages of both Clemson and North Carolina, set to this fucking ridiculous music. It was like a church choir doing an intense chanting-style exhortation of the two teams over the top of a dramatic orchestral fanfare, the kind you might hear in the background of an action scene in a Star Wars movie or a montage of the most important speeches of the 20th century. The singers were emphasizing every syllable really strongly. Like: "North Car-o-lin-a! Play-ing hard and strong! Class of the A-C-C!" Or: "Clem-son Ti-gers! Will-ful and ded-i-ca-ted! Try-ing to si-lence their de-mons!"

Fucking fuck. It was the worst bit in the history of sports media. Ever. Bar none. Whoever conceptualized and produced whatever is now the second worst bit should thank whoever is responsible for this one by sending them a box full of feces. In fact, fuck that- whoever is responsible for this one should be locked in a metal tube and launched into outer space so they never even get to open their box of poop. Honestly, they had to have been on meth when they decided to push the idea forward and get the thing put together. There's no other explanation.

Now do you see why I'm disappointed I have no way to link you to this? I looked around for a clip but couldn't find one. I'm not surprised by that- if you tried to DVR it, your TV would probably have exploded in what would amount to an inanimate object's crude attempt at suicide. What a train wreck. I felt awful when I thought about the choir that they hired to do this. I've heard ad jingles for local businesses that were less awkward. (The first 30 seconds of this video has the music, but the lyrics are responsible for 98% of the comedy and it doesn't have those.)

Also, let me briefly remind you to please send tips and links to firejaymariotti@gmail.com. All talk of living in basements and piloting hot air balloons aside, I honestly did just start a new job that keeps me away from a computer most of the day. So help me help you- save me the time of finding hilariously atrocious sportswriting and you'll get to read more posts. Simple as that.

Check back tomorrow when I'll be finished with a post making fun of Gene Wojceichowski. Or as I like to call him, "The Polish Rifle." What? That nickname is already taken by former NBA sharpshooter Eric Piatkowski? WHAT? Piatkowski is actually still on an NBA roster? He's played in 14 games this season? Gee golly, I feel so... young.