oh, darling.
10 June 2007 | maura dot com | 3 Comments
Today’s Mets game was pretty excruciating*, but I still was happy to watch it, if only because yesterday’s Mets-Tigers call by Dick Stockton was absolutely terrible, and there was actually one point where I was wishing I could switch over to the cogent analyses of Michael Kay. Listening to announcers like Stockton, and the guys who do the Atlanta Braves telecasts, reminds me of my worst hours at MLB, when I felt like I was surrounded by people who only knew about baseball and who could only talk about baseball and who could only baseball baseball baseball. And that leads to some repeated themes–I swear to God, yesterday Stockton pointed out that the Mets got Oliver Perez at last year’s trading deadline in back-to-back innings, right after he apparently forgot Jose Valentin’s name–while when you have the Mets announcers, loopy though they might be, you at least have the possibility of hearing chatter about the logic of rating movies “R,” or being inspired to think about the physics of baseball thanks to some of Ron Darling’s calls. (Go Bulldogs!) Most of these other guys, though, it’s like they were hatched inside a broadcast booth and completely confused by anything outside of it, including the fancy foodstuffs offered at AT & T Park.
* Way to accentuate the positive in that headline, guys!
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Stockton was doing the Fox broadcast? Oh no. I honestly can’t say whether I’d prefer his ever-increasing senility over Buck’s smug-ass (bald-ass) misplaced sense of entitlement and propriety.
Of course, with McCarver, you get both the senility and the uppity sneering, plus Bryllcream, so the choice is (um) simple.
It was seriously terrible. I kept thinking “WTF game are Buck and McCarver calling that we have to be subjected to this?”
Oh gawd. I’m in the Atlanta market (i.e. four hours from Turner Field) and the Red Sox’s pounding of the Braves last night was blacked out from ESPN, dumping it on whichever Caray — Chip, Skip or Dip[shit] — does the call.