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The games usually start with the house lights off, the beams of the searchlights sweeping the floor like a supermarket opening or a nighttime inspection of the prison yard.
Then thumping, menacing music fills the arena, like drums of war, bellows fanning the flames.
Then the voice of the public address takes over, shouting a hysterical welcome that is one part ready to scold, the other part screams to join him in committing bloody murder.
Then the fighters are introduced, starting with the hateful and despicable visitors, followed by the loud, elongated, exaggerated names of the home team players, the uniformed crowd ready to take the Bastille. The gathered crowd is incited into a frenzy.
It’s annoying, illogical, uncivilized and increasingly ugly, if not dangerous. It’s an NBA playoff game.
The NBA, perhaps as part of its marketing plan, has invited everyone – PA advertisers, patrons, players and increasingly players – to show their most active lower visceral instincts.
The crowd is invited to demonstrate, the participation of the public which simmers then boils according to the prompts. And there is no invite for the sober or inebriated more expected than the guy who made a bet he loses or has lost – especially at the urging of the NBA, its teams and arena signage sponsors.
Even the exchanges between players and fans on anti-social social networks have become vulgar and misanthropic as a matter of course. In games, the exchanges between customers and players have become profane, fanatical and sometimes physical. Basketball games like holy wars.
Rude chants inspired by group obedience, weak wills, and profit-soaked booze infusions became more common than a back-and-forth.
A civil conversation, maybe even about basketball, with the person sitting next to you has become difficult, if not impossible, due to the obligatory loud music and other sensory deprivation from the hotel’s huge speakers. arena. Enjoy!
Hardly a game is played that does not include a nasty hassle between and among players or between players and customers. They are quickly broadcast on social networks, then on YouTube, accompanied by recurring messages: “At all costs, are you happy not to be there? Would I take my children there? Where is the sport in this sport?
And it’s long overdue for Adam Silver, a decent, intelligent man who knows right from wrong, to do all he can, privately and publicly, to prevent the NBA from becoming an orchestrated pro wrestling spectacle. by Mr. and Mrs. Vince McMahon. .
Tone it down, deny it, demand better from players, especially on social media, and make it very clear that patrons with self-proclaimed alcohol-triggered bad behavior will no longer be welcome. They did not pay for the privilege of abusing the players or the senses of the closest customers.
Treat transgressors with fines “for inappropriate language [or gestures] addressing supporters” or “referees” or “opponents” is not enough. Bad continues to get worse. Not everyone is as privileged as Spike Lee.
And it’s time the voices of the NBA on TV stop ignoring what they and we can’t miss. Silence is bowing to people’s most vulgar acts, it’s tacit approval. Everyone – everyone – must stop pretending. What are they afraid of, the resentment of desensitized cretins, players and fans?
They hear the chants, they see the near-fights, they read the tweets. They see supporters close to the field shouting hatred in the faces of the players. They know what’s going on and there’s no benefit to that. The trade-off of trying to enjoy such shows as delivered by television can only lead to dramatically reduced returns.
Save the NBA from what it allowed itself to become. Returning self-respect, dignity and decency to sport.
Brotherhood responds to tragedy with brotherly love
The “frat boys” get pounded these days, often by those who speak out against profiling while profiling.
The Delta Chi brothers of the University of Maryland might offer a compelling platform. In 2010, they lost a golf-loving brother, Andrew Maciey, to heart disease at age 24. What to do in his memory? Host a golf tournament, donate the meager proceeds to a heart hospital. They did it.
But why stop there? According to board members Dan Igo and David Stone (Class of 2008), Delta Chi went big, establishing “The Round of A Lifetime” foundation, raising funds to provide golfers of all levels with heart conditions a chance to play on the most famous courses in America. , including Congress and Pinehurst No. 2.
The charity pays for everything – airfare, accommodation meals, medical care and monitoring and has now funded 11 golf trips for heart patients, including a transplant recipient, from across the country.
Fraternity boys. Ugh.
For more information: roundofalifetime.org.
Reader Ted Damieci invited us into his Wayback Machine to study Rob Manfred’s “ghost runner” extra innings performed by the 1962 Yankees:
“Down 10th at Yankee Stadium, the real one (the one with the fans sitting in the right seats).
“Manager Ralph Houk sends Hector Lopez to be the second runner. Bobby Richardson beats Lopez to third. Tony Kubek hits a sack fly to the center. Game over.
“Would you think managers would practice these games in spring training? No, the 2022 Yankees: grab it and rip it. »
Longtime Mets and then Yankees and Fox TV analyst Tim McCarver recently called it a career, retiring from his part-time gig as Cardinals announcer at age 80.
If there’s one thing McCarver did that will always stick in my mind, it’s what he did for Ralph Kiner — and Mets TV viewers — rejuvenating Kiner as a cherished presence in the stand.
In 1982, for some inexplicable reason, the Mets hired Lorn Brown, who had called the White Sox and Brewers games, to work on TV shows on Ch. 9. Brown was a nice guy, but excruciatingly annoying, often prone to reciting Pacific Coast League player stats and kill time. His soporific style also put Kiner to sleep – almost literally. The shows were rated ZZZ.
In 1983, when McCarver replaced Brown, Kiner, as if awakened from a deep sleep by a magic wand, began to wake up again. Soon the stories, the strategies and the laughter returned. From 1983 to 1995, Kiner, who died in 2014 at age 91, and McCarver became a formidable team.
And it was all down to McCarver.
Betting sites know the audience
A new TV advert for a sportsbook/casino boasts of a new online site that offers real money casino games at the touch of a mobile phone.
The commercial ends with the sight of a smiling young man looking at his cell phone. The man – the kid – may be in his early twenties, but appears to be around 18.
Anyway, the fact that he looks like a vulnerable and dreamy child is no accident. These operations know what they are doing, who to do it to and why.
Simulation project, anyone? Even before Tom Brady was picked 199th in 2000, there were plenty of reasons to be skeptical of pro football’s draft pundits.
Daryle Lamonica, the ‘Mad Bomber’, two-time AFL MVP and an absolute kicker to watch who died last week at age 80, in 1963 was the 168th pick in the NFL Draft, 188th in the NFL Draft. ‘AFL.
And it wasn’t like he was unknown to GMs and scouts. For three years, he was primarily Notre Dame’s starting QB. They weren’t good teams – one finished 2-8 – but Lamonica was no stranger.