I do not breathe your politics
"Comment is free but facts are sacred." (C.P. Scott)
Sunday, February 06, 2005
51st State
So, taking a break from some late night work, I decide to cook some food and watch a little telly, and do so. Fifteen minutes later, a thought occurs to me: Hey, wait a second... I'm eating Szechuan food and watching the Superbowl. Almost shocked me into a mockney accent and an outbreak of union jack display.
Now, I don't understand American Football and I don't pretend to (these guys in their headgear should be introduced to Jonah Lomu, for my money). It interests largely as a media spectacle. What with all the media interest in the wholesomeness of the game, it promises to be the most scrutinised broadcast in years, I suspect. Hence Paul McCartney promising no repeat of wardrobe malfunction (as if anyone was entertaining thoughts about his nipples), and this choice moment of commentator political correctness about a player who I assume has some media history, which finally had me reaching for the remote:
McNabb, as good on the field as he is in the community'Community' is another one of those 'rendered meaningless through misuse' words, I fear. I reckon I'd continue to watch if you could only mute the posturing commentary without losing the sound of the game. Richie Benaud and Brian Johnston they ain't. posted by Michael at 2/06/2005 11:47:00 PM |