“I swear to God I’m gonna take that ball and shove it down your throat!” – Serena Williams to a national and international television audience for lineswoman Shino Tsurubuchi during the 2009 US Open.
Well, we media people have done it again. We’ve taken undisputed, recurring and glaring facts and buried them to create a sustained fiction in the service of nervous, cautious lies.
It is known as the Tiger Woods Media pandering syndrome. It’s not enough that Woods and Serena Williams excelled in their sports, among the best of all time. To do this, unfiltered nonsense had to be infused:
They were the noblest that ever played. Her incomparable goodness can never be surpassed. They have been the most extraordinary positive influences, role models, humanitarians, descendants, spouses, parents and selfless crusaders to touch our otherwise wretched, despairing souls.
This week, from coast to coast and across all media, Williams was crowned more than one world champion tennis player. She is a woman of exceptional bravery and class.
It doesn’t matter how much evidence to the contrary, and there is plenty. It was wishful thinking, ignorance, duty and unnecessary nonsense. Or are Tiger Woods Impaired Driving Academy and Serena Williams Charm School coming to a mall near you?
Tennis may never again be “glorified” by a woman who was such a relentless winner and even worse loser. She, and her alone, was the reason she won or lost. When honoring an opponent, it was perceived as insincere, short, bracketed, and discarded.
Was that pure coincidence? many present felt entitled to rowdy, bullying behavior in support of Williams in Williams’ second-round win on Wednesday and cheered on opponent Anett Kontaveit’s mistakes, including double faults?
During and after the game, judging by her silence, Williams, the athlete’s media embodiment, agreed.
Williams’ angry, wild-eyed tantrum at the chair bump during the 2018 Open – he’d noticed she was cheating, which she denied through signals from a trainer before shouting, among other things, “You’re a thief!” – was also cheered by the obnoxious .
Williams later issued a dubious apology, explaining her behavior as an attempt to deal a blow to women’s rights.
Sure enough, selectively blind and deaf media lined up to buy this “social activist” fiction. As always, she threw a fit just for herself.
The woman whose rights were trampled on that day was newcomer Naomi Osaka, who was left in tears over the audacity of beating Williams in the final as US Open chairwoman Katrina Adams grabbed the court mic to to explain her disappointment to everyone at the result as Williams will always be her and our champion.
Adams, a black woman, later changed her claim, saying she was “thrilled” to be on the podium with “two women of color.” The US Open leader admittedly had a bias based more on racing than tennis.
Even William’s last appearance at Wimbledon that summer was met with reports of excessive self-claim. Wimbledon held a centenary celebration to mark the 100th anniversary of its Center Court. Past champions, including the injured Roger Federer, flew in.
Williams screwed it up. According to British media, she was upset that the five luxury loan cars she and her entourage were requested and provided with were to be returned the day after a player’s retirement. house rules
After losing the first round, the reports claimed, Wimbledon declined their request to hold on to the cars for the duration of the tournament. So Williams went to hell with that ceremony and Wimbledon.
Weeks later in Cincinnati, ticket buyers lured by one last live look at Williams were treated to her recurring endearing side. Dejected in the first round, she sped away, refusing a farewell to the crowd at the court mic and then refusing to attend a post-game media session.
As for that vulgar, menacing 2009 episode starring this lineswoman from Open, she actually continued to berate her, as she apparently correctly concluded that no one would have the audacity to disqualify her for such vilely low behavior.
Or would Seed #30 have been accorded such leniency?
Afterwards, she was outraged at the mere suggestion that she owed this linewoman an apology: “An apology? From me? Now, how many people are yelling at linesmen?” Yes, their behavior was standard tennis.
She later claimed she apologized.
The recent film “King Richard” A glorified tale about the Williams sisters’ often wacky and bigoted father and mentor – Serena was the executive producer – won this year’s Best Actor Oscar for Will Smith. Still, it was a colossal box-office hit.
Reasons given: the COVID pandemic and its streaming on HBO Max.
Reasons not given are that the discerning public is fed up with the Williams family storyline, tired of advertisers and media belittling our better senses of Serena as someone we all love and admire.
This week, ESPN’s leaders in Open Voices, Chris Fowler, John McEnroe and Chris Evert, traded submissive sonnets that pay tribute to Serena — artificially sweetened fairy tales. Given that both witnessed much of Williams’ excessive misconduct, the better conclusion to be drawn is that her comment was transparent and willfully dishonest.
Tiger Woods Pandering Media Syndrome. Don’t believe what you see and know, believe what you are told. Some truths are none of your business.
Classic Car Days show what teams think of their fans
The combined nickel-and-dime forces of Rob Manfred, Hal Steinbrenner and Yankees President Randy Levine have joined forces to turn the exclusively-streamed West Coast Yankee games into next-day gossip. Tuesday’s Yanks-Angels might as well have been played on the island of Hoo-Hah.
But since the new Yankee Stadium opened 12 years ago, much about the Yankees — ticket prices, $45 parking, food and beverage costs, conspicuously empty good seats — has created the aura of a clip joint.
Consider the great show the Mets put on for Saturday’s Classic Car Day compared to this season’s cheap Yankees version.
That Little League World Series as presented by ESPN, every year is full of wonders, aside from the need for a home run derby and the mindless celebrations of immodest behavior among under-12s.
Also this year ESPN hooked up a microphone to a non-English speaking coach without providing an interpreter.
As the Curacao coach came to the mound on Sunday to try to stem the bleeding against Hawaii, he was heard saying something, most likely in Papiamentu: a Creole mix of African, Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch, French, English and Arawak Indian is spoken on Curaçao.
How do you say “Here, carry this microphone” in Papiamentu?
Then there’s Jessica Mendoza, the still-untreated baseball babbler—”Babberstakes, Alice!”—who inspires dangerously human strokes for the mute button.
Though Aaron Boone has been starving for pitching lately, he still tries to stave off disaster by inviting them.
That’s how good Saturday was in Oakland, Domingo German: 7 ²/₃ innings, three hits allowed, no walks and five outs on 79 pitches in a 0-0 game.
Boone had seen enough! The result was German! The Americans lost 2-3 in 11.
Well, the Manning clan are back in TV commercials to get their share of nutty young men to lose their money on sports betting. What champions!
Reader Alfred Masi asks if Pete Alonso’s recent above-the-knee bat-eruption hints at his desire to become a lumberjack. It’s either that or he’s part of a splinter group.
Things I ask myself watching TV: When a receiver returns to the huddle, does he tell the QB, “I was open”? Or does he say, “I was alone in space”?