Yes, it’s time again for “Stupidest Things in Sports.” Which raises the question: How could this be only the second installment ever of “Stupidest Things in Sports”? One could do an entire column of stupidest things just based on a John Tortorella news conference or an NBA player’s Tweets. Oh, let’s just get stupid:
Tennis champions who crumple to the ground when they win a Grand Slam event. Whatever happened to just walking to the net and shaking hands? I could even live with them racing to the net and jumping over it to greet the loser. But from Andre Agassi to Rafael Nadal, these modern “champions” now collapse to their knees, stomachs or backsides like they have been shot by a sniper. I fully expect golfers to follow suit — maybe Rickie Fowler will do a green-to-tee gymnastics tumble after winning the British Open.
Injury time in soccer. It feels like a random number that every referee pulls out of a jar. Here’s a novel idea: Just stop the clock any time there is an “injury,” then restart it when play resumes. This would allow players and fans to know precisely WHEN THE GAME ENDS.
The sideline reporter interviewing the coach at halftime. What, one day we’re going to get a David Frost-Richard Nixon exchange from these conversations? It is a painful exercise for reporter, coach and viewers.
Football players dumping Gatorade on their coach in the waning moments of a victory. First of all, this celebratory gesture lost its appeal about 2,700 gallons of Gatorade ago. Second of all — and maybe this is just me — but I would consider it more appropriate to dump Gatorade on a coach after losing a game.
Relief pitchers warming up when they come into a baseball game. What the heck have they been doing in the bullpen for the past 10 minutes? That would be like letting reserves shoot around for a while after they substitute into a basketball game.
The American League has the designated hitter, the National League still does not. In the NFL, would they have four downs in the NFC and five downs in the AFC? In the NBA, would they have a 3-point shot in the Western Conference and no 3-point line in the East? In MLS, would they have a goaltender in the Eastern Conference and no goaltender in the West? (Hmm. I like that idea.)
In tennis, scoring goes 15, 30 . . . 40? Why is the third point less valuable than the first two? And why isn’t it just “1, 2, 3”? P.S. Don’t get me started on “love,” as in “40-love.”
Baseball teams paying millionaire players meal money. Think about it.
“J-E-T-S, Jets, Jets, Jets!” I mean, how hard is it to spell “Jets”? Jets fans act as if they just discovered plutonium. Granted, they are well-lubricated, but I would be a lot more impressed if the MetLife Stadium faithful spelled out “Neanderthals.”
The brushback pitch. Oh, this is a good idea: Let’s throw a 90-mph pitch with purpose that — if slightly misdirected — can end a batter’s career, or worse. This has such an Al Bundy/Dark Ages feel to it.
Sportscasters wearing leis every time they cover an event in Hawaii. You don’t see newscasters walking around with rosary beads every time they cover something at the Vatican.
The seventh-inning stretch. For starters, considering the obesity epidemic in America, there’s no room to stretch any more without knocking over your upper-deck neighbor. Besides, here in Los Angeles, most of us have left by the seventh inning, anyway.
Announcers who say, “That was a great golf shot.” They’re playing golf, no? Actually, my apologies — I seem to recall Eric Sevareid, after Lyndon Johnson’s 1965 State of the Union address, commenting, “That was a great public speech.”
When you’re thinking of stupid sports stuff, there should always be a Bud Selig inclusion.It’s hard to ignore the glaringly ludicrous fact that, in Major League Baseball, whichever league wins the All-Star Game — an exhibition — gets home-field advantage in the World Series.
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