"The Cathedral of Notre Dame burns! Tiger Woods is unharmed!
Every time fanatics of sports with better knowledge turn on a television, they run the immediate risk of being insulted because they are too stupid to know better.
Tiger Woods is the best golfer that most of us have witnessed. Agreed? Agreed. To that end, we have been blessed. But that should be the end.
So, why are our good senses always compelled to play defense against repetitive claims and representations that we know are not true?
During the first 20 years of Woods' professional career, television audiences were informed and sold, despite the ample evidence, often evident to television, that he is the best man on the planet.
Now? They tell us that it has changed, matured, it has become more friendly and more humble for both of them to become Y He is still the best boy on the planet.
To shout out loud, he is a human, charged with the corresponding faults. He is not a deity.
However, this Masters was another four-day television worship service officiated by Reverend Jim Nantz, the pastoral pastor of the Masters of a pristine pasture on which CBS would channel recorded bird chirps never before seen or heard south of Duluth. .
"I have the feeling," writes reader Frank Tredici, "that Nantz does not think that I love my children as much as Tiger loves his own."
During the second round on Friday, after a brief rain delay, Woods missed a short birdie putt on the 12th. He hit it a little hard, so he left. Then, on the 13th and as often happens after a too strong putt, he left a short one-inch putt.
Nick Faldo: "That rain has it, right there, it made the difference". Dottie Pepper: "I would agree".
What has God done ?! Now Woods was the biblical work! Even though the conditions were the same for everyone, free it, and only him, from evil!
Insulting, mawkish, predictable.
Reader Bill Bingham in Saturday's third round: "I almost expected the CBS leaderboard to say & # 39; Two boys -12, TIGER WOODS – 11. Some other guys -10 & # 39;".
Woods' victory on Sunday was significantly helped and instigated by leader Francesco Molinari, who made two double bogeys in the last seven holes. It was reminiscent of Jordan Spieth, who similarly blew the 2016 Masters to Danny Willett.
While the great story of 2016 was that Spieth ruined it, Molinari's gift was reduced, at most, to the parenthesis, so as not to ruin the great story of the Tigers' comeback.
And when Woods won, Faldo said: "After everything that has happened." Yes, the greatest story ever told. Soon, the angle of "the best comeback in the history of golf" took flight.
Returns? Return from what? OK, back surgery.
But also a rampant marriage, called police, caught badting? Connections with prostitutes? A bust of opioid DUI followed by drug rehabilitation? A "special" doctor banned at the Olympics who comes regularly from Canada to treat him until he was arrested and convicted for possession of illegal and improperly labeled drugs?
Do you want a heroic comeback? In 1949, Ben Hogan probably saved his wife's life when he jumped from his driver's seat a moment before a bus, blindly pbading a truck, crashed into his car.
The butcher's bill: double fracture of the pelvis, broken ankle, broken ribs, almost fatal blood clots. At 5 feet 9, he played 150 pounds, but lost 20 pounds by spending the next two months hospitalized.
Sixteen months later, Hogan won the United States Open.
None of these sick TV fans is Woods 'fault, even if Team Tiger has penalized television interviewers who did not like the lack of access to Woods' questions. That helps explain why Woods' interviews produce dry and nervous questions: "What do you take away from this?" And empty answers.
Years ago, CBS and NBC determined that they would sell Woods for each rating point that was worth, no matter how blatantly, dishonestly and transparently. To Hades with heretics who prefer that Woods be seen and enjoyed only as a top golfer, rather than someone who sells him much more, someone they know he is not.
And now we go from the Old Testament of TV to the Old Testament of the New Tiger.
Welcome to the ESPN Sunday night butcher shop
Reader Ralph Caola put it perfectly. He was trying to see the Mets-Braves on ESPN Sunday night, but he gave up early, since "ESPN is taking his life."
But that's what ESPN, by design and self-impressed excesses, does to every sport it touches.
What ESPN did to the Mets-Braves on Sunday, even by their standards, was not a meeting exercise. It was an order to leave the ship. From start to finish, we sat in seats with a lot of obstruction or no view, since ESPN again selected a team from a large television market, and then did everything possible to make the radio bad.
The main visual and verbal approach in the game was, as usual, the booth, Matt Vasgersian, Alex Rodriguez and Jessica Mendoza. They met the conditioned expectations to produce an implacable dissection of good senses, say, we badyzed everything.
And the game and the artificial additives continued to interrupt their conversations. Vasgersian: "Alex, you were in the middle of a Robinson Cano narrative." Yes, of course, continue with your flattering narrative, ignore some facts!
The interview / show-and-tell planned at the Hank Aaron booth, that's right, the dirty drug hitter who smiles, nodding in homage to a legitimate one, would have been fine if half or all of it had lasted entry instead of three. , since the game was relegated to intermittent and intermittent flashes.
Then, the aspect of what we can do, the interviews in the dugout in the game and the comments of the reporters in the field (six, in the last count) add to the systemic negligence of the game. And the statistics and silly graphics were more ridiculous than all the forced laughter in the cabin.
In the eighth, Jeurys Familia, making a familiar mess of things, was explained as: "He's having trouble locating the area." Medic!
And, convinced that they know what we like and want, ESPN will do it again this Sunday and every Sunday night until it renews its football landing on Monday night.
It's what he's become: on Sunday, if you saw the White Sox-Yanks, then the Mets-Braves, you received a total of 43 strikeouts against 20 pitchers for seven hours.
He is still the self-anointed genius that is relentlessly, colossally wrong. Mike French scored specifically two with no chance of winning the Masters: Tiger Woods and Xander Schauffle. They finished 1, 2.
Philly scored 51 points in the third quarter against the Nets on Monday, winning 145-123. Reader Richard Siegelman: Strange moment of the year to play the NBA All-Star Game.