Over the last decade, I have read several sports commentators lament what they call the “N.B.A.-ization” of school and professional sports. By this, they mean the multi-media, flashy entertainment and commercial complex that has been built around the games, where athletes have their own theme songs, various plays have their own large screen “whoosh” animations and soundtracks, and the atmosphere at the ballpark or stadium resembles more a tacky, low brow yet epic brawl of the World Wrestling Federation than an old fashioned match between talented athletes who excel at their particular sport. Indeed, George Will must weep every time M.L.B. plays “We Are the Champions.” What happened to sports as sports?
Maybe, that is why golf and tennis have become more mainstream. It was not simply that Tiger and the Williams sisters made their sports more accessible to the younger and darker colored. Rather, golf and tennis remain some of the few remaining sports where the spectator experience remains focused on the sport. The “N.B.A.-ization” process has reduced athletic competition to the maturity and aesthetic level of adolescent boys and left everyone else behind.
However, in a Hemingway sort of way, I have some sort of perverse respect for the vicious who take their vice to superlative levels. So, allow me to share a few game opening videos of the Alaska Nanooks hockey team. They are a masterful pandering to the American teenage boy’s soul.
A.D. 2007-2008 season:
A.D. 2009-2010 season:
I have read elsewhere that the creator must be a Michigan alumnus, given the targets. Maybe. Anyway, the baser part of me loves these bears—funny, ridiculous, over the top, and . . . totally awesome!
The following is a radio clip from Michael Savage’s show wherein “Jo from Florida” calls to give her two cents about Arizona’s immigration issue.
I find it difficult to accept that the woman was sincere; I want to believe that she made a halfhearted attempt to mock the Left. Alas, if only all ridiculous political commentary were parody.
It is Friday, the Brits have a hung parliament because David Cameron is a wussy, Tory-lite joke, and many of you are looking forward to the weekend. Here is a time waster game to take you through an afternoon break: “Can you name the characters from The Simpsons?”
Having been on the air for two decades, The Simpsons has populated Springfield rather fully. However, the game only asks you to identify sixty-three faces. Cake, eh?
I recently came across an old Cracked list that I found pretty funny: “The Top 25 Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians.” Of course, it is juvenile and in bad taste, but I cannot disagree with much of the findings. I appreciate the “looks like” commentary, too. For example, Don Imus looks like: “Someone who has lived with the same woman of color she met while working at San Mateo Y in 1962,” Dana Carvey looks like: “The runner of a rescue service for emotionally abused cats,” and Ricky Gervais looks like: “Someone who moved to Aleutian Islands with social worker partner and is studying to be a priest in the Anglican Church.” C’est génial.
I was a bit saddened, however, that there was no aged Unitarian who works in a used book store.
I dislike rap as a musical style very much. However, the following video is rather entertaining. It features a depiction of a rap off between economists Friedrich von Hayek and John Maynard Keynes, in which they spar over economic theory. “Fear the Boom & Bust”:
I wonder if this is the only rap song that one ever hears at the Cato Institute.