For the most part NewMexiKen doesn’t watch the Olympics. I can’t stand the TV coverage; indeed, it drives me to such distraction that I have just given up watching. At Slate writer June Thomas agrees:
This year, at least some of NBC’s 1,200 hours of coverage (spread over seven networks) will be broadcast live. But it wasn’t just the tape delay that drove NBC viewers batty four years ago. It was the endless sob stories, the desire to impose a narrative arc on sporting events, and the boosterism that gave short shrift to non-U.S. athletes.
Exactly. And the commentators never shut up.
NewMexiKen was able to view the 1994 Winter Olympics women’s skating finals on Russian TV. (The Nancy Kerrigan/Tonya Harding year.) It was wonderful. The commentator (speaking in Russian, of course) was low key, generally quiet, but the ambient noises of the crowd, the music and skates on ice could be heard well. Every performance was shown in its entirety, one after the other. Almost like being there.
We have all these channels, all these sound options on modern televisions. Whenever I view sports I wonder why one choice isn’t listening to the sounds of the venue with the talking heads turned off.
Especially the Olympics. Especially golf. And especially Dick Vitale.