Tuesday, April 24, 2012

John Kruk: One Ball Hung Lo, Lo Blow

I'm not sure if it's the right or left cojone.  Forgive my insensitivity. I wish him continued good health. May that be his only concern.
As reported in the nydailynews
“Yeah, Nick, you did your job. That’s what you were expected to do so just accept it and be a little more humble,” said Kruk, in a disgusted tone. “I hear Yankee fans say, ‘Well, that’s Nick. That’s the way he is.’ ”
As one of my friends stated:
 Gee, what a surprise:  nobody ever had a word to say about the golden hours that big fat f--k Ortiz spent standing at home plate to admire his home runs against us or, say, how much Valverde liked to celebrate last year.  But somehow, when it comes to a Yankee, it’s suddenly 1964 again, and ESPN’s commentators are calling for bean balls.
The various talking heads who cover baseball—and all pro sports now—have got to decide what they want.  Swisher is the exact opposite of what they always claim to deplore, which is the sulking, loafing athlete.  Instead, he bubbles over with enthusiasm, he’s never down, he’s always a team player, and hey, when his team pulls off a nearly miraculous comeback, he gets a little excited.
To quote the great Derrick Coleman, “Whoop-de-damn-do.”
If it had been Dustin Pedroia out there, ESPN’s crack commentators would’ve been lining up to blow kisses to him for never giving up and playing with such team spirit.
Which brings us back to Kruk, who of late seems strangely sullen and out of sorts himself.  I can occasionally forgive the modern athlete for being cranky considering the various burdens they have to deal with—never being able to go anywhere, being constantly surrounded by would-be thieves, having to answer sportswriters’ questions, etc.
But one thing I can’t ever forgive is the sulking commentator.  People like Kruk are paid a fortune to go around the country and give their opinion after watching a game.  If they can’t at least fake it, they ought to quit—and that goes even for my old idol, Paul O’Neill, who needs to stop his constant whining every time a game goes into extra innings.  Hey John, Paulie—there’s a depression out here, you know!

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