oh, darling.
10 June 2007
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!