Usually quiet, this summer's sports events went over the top
Now that those awful soccer horns have finally stopped blowing, could we please maybe all quiet down and perhaps just have some nice, subdued
It was ExcessPN, of course, which brought us, above all, the tackiest display of televised exploitation since
And, LeBron: Don't forget to take your ego, too.
And for unwanted international excess,
The baseball all-star game was played Tuesday night. It used to be an honor to be selected. But now, you get chosen and if you want to show up, fine. If not, we'll just bring in a whole new batch of players.
Wimbledon's only highlight was that dreadful 70-68 set. Look, yes, the two players get credit for surviving, and we got to vicariously enjoy a freak show on ExcessPN, but what such an endless exhibition really tells us is that games today last excessively long and must have a proper tiebreaker to end it. Seventy to 68 is not natural; it is botox tennis.
And, of course, there continues the excess of sports stupidity. As the World Cup showed us repeatedly, the foolish old men who run every sport must accept technology, and when
Finally, for simple, disgusting, all-around all-American excess, we were treated to the annual hotdog eating contest at Coney Island, televised, of course, on ExcessPN. Some people miss the point. They ask: Is stuffing wieners in your mouth a sport? Rather, the question is: Is watching other people stuff wieners in their mouth a sign that we are just tired of too much real sport? Do you get the feeling sometimes that we all live our lives in a sports bar?