Where’s the Excitement in Primetime?
October 9, 2007
Just where is the excitement and nostalgia in prime-time sports these days?
Just in the last few weeks, I’ve heard shitty music from the likes of Justin Timberlake, Jennifer Lopez and Fall Out Boy. In fact, one of the lines that would’ve been played (if not for sampling the song precisely) is “he tastes like you, only sweeter..” Sure sounds like something that NFL fans around the country would be beating their chest to, huh? Give me a break – bring back the classic rock like AC/DC, Led Zeppelin and Ozzy. I don’t care if it’s old, it’s just better.
It’s not just the music leading out to commercials, either. There’s aboslutely no hype leading into even the biggest games being played. I remember when I was a kid, I used to sit around all night waiting for Monday Night Football. And sorry, showing a countdown-to-kickoff counter all day during Sportscenter re-runs just isn’t doing it for me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a major sports fan – there’s no way I’m going anywhere, but they could put a little more effort into it. They’re just not doing much to generate excitement anymore.
P.S. – Chip Caray is a hater. Can I just say “And here come the Yankees!”? Yeah, stay in New York ya bum. I’m glad we’re going back to FOX for the ALCS.
Garko the Chugger
October 9, 2007
Last night, the Tribe finally did what so many thought they couldn’t – they defeated the Yankees in 4 games to advance to the ALCS. Awesome, right?
There’s so many great things to look back on from that game 4. There’s Paul Byrd coming out and throwing a great 5 innings, only giving up 2 runs against a powerful Yankee offense, an uplifting solo homerun by Sizemore starting the game off, and most of all, watching our guys have a party in the infield of Yankee Stadium.
The real takeaway here – the real gem – was during the post-game celebration in the locker room. Everyone is dumping champagne on each other when Ryan Garko walks in front of the camera, while dumping dual Bud Lights all over his face. That’s celebrating Cleveland style. That’s how we do it.
Go Tribe!
