Sportsweek
I've taken to listening to a podcast of Sportsweek, which is a weekly round-up of the week in English (nominally British, but be serious) sports from BBC Five Live.
It's fascinating. American sports broadcasting has largely become an orgy of statistics interrupted by men shouting at one another over minutiae that are totally inconsequential... and once in a while they throw in a "human interest" story which is usually about someone overcoming some horrendous tragedy...
Not Sportsweek. Garry Richardson seems to have perfected an amazing blend of faux-obsequiousness with an instinct for the obnoxious "gotcha" question phrased in the style of "have you stopped beating your wife?" -- and his weekly press guests hardly pull their punches. The reaction to the explanation of Sven Goran Eriksson's latest malaise by Eriksson's agent prompted some truly blunt comments...
I'm struck, generally, at what bad liars just about all people associated with football really are. One of my father's general warnings about business life is "don't confuse good times with good management," which is a notion entirely foreign to most of these jokers. They conduct their vendettas with all the subtlety of a vicious but dim pack of 12 year old girls.
Still, the best entertainment on the podcast program are the boxers and boxing promoters who have a good line in open invective. It's a good way to fill in time on the Monday morning commute, and I'm glad that the BBC license payers are underwriting it for me...
It's fascinating. American sports broadcasting has largely become an orgy of statistics interrupted by men shouting at one another over minutiae that are totally inconsequential... and once in a while they throw in a "human interest" story which is usually about someone overcoming some horrendous tragedy...
Not Sportsweek. Garry Richardson seems to have perfected an amazing blend of faux-obsequiousness with an instinct for the obnoxious "gotcha" question phrased in the style of "have you stopped beating your wife?" -- and his weekly press guests hardly pull their punches. The reaction to the explanation of Sven Goran Eriksson's latest malaise by Eriksson's agent prompted some truly blunt comments...
I'm struck, generally, at what bad liars just about all people associated with football really are. One of my father's general warnings about business life is "don't confuse good times with good management," which is a notion entirely foreign to most of these jokers. They conduct their vendettas with all the subtlety of a vicious but dim pack of 12 year old girls.
Still, the best entertainment on the podcast program are the boxers and boxing promoters who have a good line in open invective. It's a good way to fill in time on the Monday morning commute, and I'm glad that the BBC license payers are underwriting it for me...
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