Sunday, July 22, 2007


SIDELINE REPORTING LACKS RELEVANCE

Last week’s Wimbledon final got me riled up. Why? You’re probably expecting me to make an entrance like: Rafael Nadal took Roger Federer to his first Grand Slam five-setter, but in the end Fed closed it out with his punishing Wimbledon will.

Not a chance.

If you've watched enough of the Swiss star, then you know he always comes through in the clutch (just not at the French Open -- yet). So I spent most of the back-and-forth four hours lying comfortably on my couch, expecting a Jordanesque ending, which is exactly what happened. Although, I must say I got pretty wound up watching Rafa's ridiculous shot placements and then seeing Federer freeze in his momentous tracks and shake his head in losing disbelief. At one point, Nadal was running toward the center hash mark on the baseline when Federer hit a laser forehand in the direction he was coming from, but Nadal stopped on a dime, kneeled down and a hit a backhand-winner crosscourt. Unreal.

So, then, what made me unravel from my sedated state? NBC's poor post-match sideline coverage.

After Federer received his championship trophy and waved and kissed to the crowd, he walked over to a waiting NBC female sideline reporter. Seconds into the interview, I just snapped! This is a guy who had entered the tournament set to climb the tennis record books, and for two weeks long he was asked the same big-picture questions: How does it feel to be going for your fifth straight Wimbledon championship? Will this win mean more to you than the others? What will it mean for you to tie Bjorn Borg for most Wimbledon titles?

Therefore, when the reporter blurted out these same basic three questions -- only difference, in the past tense –- I was heated. I had finally reached my boiling point with sideline reporters, and this is why I’m writing this piece.

The root of it is this: Sideline reporters are failing in their essential role –- reporting.

When the reporter spoke to Federer, she was asking general questions -– she was not reporting based on what she had witnessed during the match. Reporting consists of digging through the layers to find out why and how something important happened. She didn’t do that. There were several key storylines that were overlooked, such as Federer’s clutch serve in the fifth set and Nadal’s commanding backhand and knee injury, which a good reporter would have addressed. One of the best in my opinion is TNT's NBA sideline reporter David Aldridge. Not only is he extremely well-versed in the sport, but he also has incredible investigative skills. On game days, you can always count on him to break a story or get an athlete to disclose personal information. But hey, those are only his fundamental responsibilities.

If you happened to see the NBC interview, Federer’s responses proved that the reporter was not doing her job correctly. For instance, when she asked him, “Did you feel any pressure with Bjorn Borg in attendance?” Federer said, “Of course, there’s always pressure.” Then she asked him, “Did this win mean any more to you than the others?” and Federer said, “They all mean a lot.” Reading between the lines, Federer was indirectly putting down her questions and his manner was appropriate because they lacked substance. Good for him -- but not good for the network to have one of their own fall short in getting Federer to open up with at least a thorough attempt. The interview makes you wonder if the reporter even watched the match or just showed up for the celebration. If the latter is true, then she should not be called a sideline reporter, but simply a sideline interviewer.

As sports fans, we love to criticize athletes for their standoffish and lower school-level behavior, but let’s put ourselves in their shoes for once. How would you like to be asked the same questions over and over again pertaining to a particular event –- sometimes having a dozen mikes thrown in your face while you’re nearly naked in front of your locker? I would start to get annoyed too, and I would probably come across as a jerk and someone who sounds like an idiot with a broken education (some actually are, don’t get me wrong).

Casual fans might not have a problem with the depth of sideline reporting –- perhaps the sight of just seeing a star athlete on TV is enough. That’s because they are defined as fans who watch sports leisurely on occasion, mostly keeping their eye on the ball during games and focusing on who scores. Fortunately, they don’t have the pleasure of hearing athletes getting asked repetitive questions all the time from the sidelines. But television broadcasts are presented generally in this context, catering to the casual fan.

Even with that said, there is a major difference between Reporting 101 and Reporting 301. All you have to be is an observant individual -- whether you’re casual or serious about sports -- to understand this elementary principle and realize that most sideline reporters are just starting their freshman year of journalism school. TV executives need to back off from hiring beautiful robotic interviewers (such as ESPN's Erin Andrews, above) who are always asking things like: What do you think about your team’s chemistry going into this game? Are you feeling any pressure being down in the series? They seem to always be about pressure and chemistry for some reason, like it’s some top-secret mystery that players need chemistry to win together or they never experience pressure in any situation. Come on. It’s time for sideline reporters to step up their game.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007


THE FUTURE OF THE DOG AND THE BUN

On the morning of July 4th, I had a spontaneous craving to head down to the original Nathan's on Brooklyn's Coney Island. That is, to bare witness to the 92nd annual hot dot eating contest. Normally I'm not game for shock-and-awe sporting events like these because I have viewed them as Jackass-like foolishness that friends organize amongst themselves in a backyard setting. And YouTube would be their only hope to get their act noticed.

Nonetheless, with all the buzz over the personal bout between Joey Chestnut and six-time defending champ Takeru "Tsunami" Kobayashi (pictured above), I thought to myself, The hot dog eating contest is what living in New York City is all about -- a unique (perhaps cultural) experience. I called a few friends, but all of them preferred to watch it on ESPN. I briefly leaned that way thinking about the one-hour train ride to Coney Island while seriously doubting my destination. A hot dog eating contest? No way... But I ended up shocking and awing myself, discovering a different sports perspective that I believe will one day contort the Olympic dynamic.

For my first bite, I was immediately stunned at the hot dog eating crowd -- more than 35,000 of an international mix. (The next day I read that organizers said this year's event may have been one of the contest's most successful.) Fans waved American and Japanese flags to show their support for Chestnut and Kobayashi, and held signs such as “Eat Just Eat!" I eavesdropped on several conversations and sensed that the people around me were here for the event because they sounded familiar with the pre-story. This was definitely not a walk-up crowd; this was a seasoned (no pun intended) sports crowd that had been following the sports pages.

While the final countdown was being called, there was a tremendous roar from the onlookers filled with nationalistic pride for the combatants. Once the mouth-stuffing began, the announcer kept a running, auction-like dialogue going with the fans. I felt like I was at a boxing event at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, which is exactly where this event should take place looking ahead. The event has become an institution in Coney Island, but it can become an investment -- a major investment -- in Las Vegas. It can afford to move away from ESPN and attract a pay-per-view deal. And simply being in Vegas, the amount of financial royalties surrounding the hoopla and the actual event would ring up like a slot machine jackpot.

When you factor in modern-day sports fan culture and the increasing popularity of niche sports like poker and BMX biking (which was recently named the newest Olympic sport debuting in Beijing next year), the future of the dog and the bun is clear: There is a growing market for the sport, whether or not you’d puke at just the thought of it being considered a sport. Here’s some history for you: At the turn of the 20th century, the four most popular sports were baseball, boxing, horse racing and track and field. At the turn of this past century, only baseball maintains that position along with basketball, football and hockey. So there might be a new sports scenery forming as we speak.

Nowadays, sports fans can’t get enough of the underbelly of mainstream sports, from competitive eating to the Perez Hilton’s of sports reporting. Just like how everyone is coming out with their own website and trying to prove their content is better and fresher than their competitors, new “sports” are stealing headlines ever so slightly but ever so evidently from the established sports that have been around for years. I believe this is the case because in the last decade since player salaries have skyrocketed and scandals have plagued America’s pastimes, regular sports fans have built an intense love-hate relationship with aloof and egotistical mainstream athletes. It’s also harder for fans to relate to the day-to-day luxurious and multi-million dollar facade of major league playing fields.

Enter in these backyard sports, like hot dog eating, and suddenly any regular Joe Some has found a new sports connection and a more feasible chance to become a niche professional athlete one day. Will hot dog eating ever be an Olympic sport? Well, with the power of online message boards and social networking, fans could definitely make a strong case. Just look at what’s going on in Hollywood right now. Studio executives are all over web 2.0 interacting with movie aficionados to get their thoughts on pre-productions.

After my hot dog eating experience, I’m not planning on joining a competitive eating online forum. But it sure piqued my future viewing interest. I think one day I’ll be tuning into the Backyard Olympic Games, satisfying a newly-found crave.