9.18.2004

T-Mackadocious 

The Yankee and Red Sox announcers are all homers - I have no problem with this. Kay and Steiner have that eternally annoying, haughty, indignant smirk whenever something 'bad' happens to the Yanks; Joe, Orsillo and Jerry slink back into that downtrodden, contagiously sad-sounding talk-sigh 'Red Sox voice' whenever something truly bad happens to the Sox. I mean, one of my favorite duos of all-time is Duane Kuiper and Mike Krukow, and they often sound so invested in the fate of the Giants that one can imagine them anxiously rappelling down from the broadcasters' booth during bench-clearning brawls, or post-game celebratory scrums.

But what truly gets my goat is partisan announcers on national broadcasts who just can't keep their cool. In the mid-1990s, there was Chicago hater Bill Walton and the delight he took leaning into the last syllable of "Horribulllllll." For the past few years, there has been the abomination known as Tim McCarver. The guy has had a good life, more or less, and I have no problem saying I would love to see his head explode on national television. Manny Ramirez would then walk by the mess, do his two-finger point and laugh. Can we get something intelligible, Tim? When you offer up a case for why you think Gary Sheffield should be AL MVP, can you be a little more insightful than, "I do." How about a cable channel that just shows Tim McCarver getting doused by Deion Sanders, over and over, until the end of time?

If there's anything good coming out of this blowout, it's that I can stop watching and thereby stop trying to force this pen through my eye every time Tim McCarver says something.

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