Улучшайте все еще, немного плохой тип мальчика, слишком. What made last night supreme burlesque for me was listening to Wilbon squeezed in among authentic soccer broadcasters and analysts in the booth and pontificating on what soccer needs to do, at long last, to “make it in America.” Wilbon knows that soccer can’t ever dislodge any of America’s Big Four (actually, like hockey, it’s certainly hopelessly behind NASCAR as well); he doesn’t care that it never will, but he and his editors are grateful in any August for a Paris Hilton-on-the-pitch-like-buzz to arrive for one night. Not surprisingly, with respect to last night’s atmosphere in RFK, Wilbon referenced Barry Bonds in his column this morning.
David Beckham is a terrific soccer player. Occasionally, he evens wins a game by scoring a goal. But he most assuredly is not the Tiger Woods or Roger Federer of his sport. Or even its Sidney Crosby. He is the aura that he is partly because he has terrific skill but moreso because he’s extremely good looking and he’s presently attached to his physical equal off the field. In fact, yesterday’s WaPost reminded Washingtonians of this underpinning effect of Beckham Buzz, feature analyzing the beauties who congregate around the cleated.
It’s likely that Beckham’s lasting contribution to western culture is his being the peripheral inspiration for a film that introduced us to Keira Knightley. (No small accomplishment, that.)
Hockey has a fair number of superstars — many of them under the age of 25 — who dominate their game more than Beckham does his. And yet when Crosby and the Pens play at Verizon Center, there’s only a modest uptick in MSM mentioning of the matchup, virtually all of it pegged on the now hackneyed storyline of “Sidney vs. AO.”
Hockey is plagued by a long-standing dilemma as it relates to contemporary sports marketing and media coverage: its stars most often are little different from its lunchpailers in comportment. Many of them are soft-spoken, humble, deferential, at pains to take individual credit in their team sports. They’re really nice fellas. To put it crassly: neither Sidney nor Alex are likely soon to hang puppies in nooses from trees, or be located near drive-by shootings at discotheques.
Hockey’s roots truly would need a dastardly DNA transfusion to catch the lasting hyperventilating of contemporary MSM, a free-fall of character into the sewer.
May it forever remain marvelously lodged in its current irrelevancy.
In what could be the beginning of a mutually beneficial relationship, The Washington Capitals are offering their fans a special offer in support of D.C. United. The two sports’ seasons have a little overlap, so this cross-marketing partnership could be a good thing to both clubs.
