So, NBC has done a horrid job of televising its marquee sporting event, no? Aside from dancing around from one event to another, they refuse to give a schedule of what/when they’re showing live, or if it exists I’ve not seen it. Twitter’s blowing up with #NBCfail, so I’m not alone. Best line so far: “NBC: bringing you today’s games tomorrow.”
I don’t doubt that the logistics are difficult for scheduling this stuff, but isn’t that why all of these professional broadcasters get, uh, paid. This isn’t an all-volunteer force working in the GE empire.
As for sports…
While the men got to cycle through the English countryside on a gorgeous, sunny day yesterday, the womynz weren’t so luck. The race had an exciting finish (the race being the Womynz Cycling Road Race) and the poor gals had to do it in a quaint English downpour.
The USA Men’s National Team looked quite mediocre and unbeatable in basketball, shooting a stone cold 7/24, 0/6 from the field/treys respectively, in the P1, but by half led by 16 over the valiant Frogs, and by the middle of the third it was a blowout. We have a shitload of firepower, and although Carmello Anthony has never impressed me as a player, he seems to understand the international game better than anyone and is our GOAT show-up thus far.
Good conspiracy theory: The reason the rest of the world caught up in basketball so quickly owed to the Dream Team’s presence in 1992. Although TDT didn’t stay in the Olympic Village for logistical reasons, the word has gotten out that the Village itself – which they had access too – is straight out of Sodom, with tales of 100,000 condoms and night after night international screwing becoming legendary. To wit, 20 years later, the rest of the world has caught up. Having seen various Twitter/TMZ pics being shared by denizens of this year’s Olly Village – hot girls with NBA superstars – the global genepool will be rife with insanely talented ballers in 2032.
The Hope Solo Twitfest gained traction last night, and of course everyone is chastising her and taking Chastain’s side. Everyone except me: Solo was right, and the hags need to get a life.
Although currently watching USA play Montenegro in Water Polo, I spent the morning watching beach volleyball, weightlifting, cycling, men’s volleyball (USA men won) and have GBR-UAE on my lower screen playing futbol. The beach volleyball matches were sporting – GBR upset CAN in group play, and Germany’s super-hot duo beat a fesity AUS side. The German girls were, I repeat, very hot.
Gymnastics and swimming are also going on right now, but I don’t get into that the way many do, especially considering that our womynz gymnastics’ team is Butterfacetastic. That’s tacky, I know, but why else get into it this early – wanna see some hotties (see also: Womynz Beach Volleyball).
I also watched some men’s fencing this morning – fencing is hard to follow and it’s lighting fast, but it’s more entertaining than you’d think (sort of like archery, which had the second-best competition of the day yesterday, the first being the Brazil-Turkey 5-set indoor volleyball epic womynz battle that raged well into the London morning). GBR’s fencer had the surname of Honeybone, which is the best name to ever have if you’re a man, and the worst if you’re a woman. Poor guy got smoked, though.
Random Olympic sports fact: In archery, sets are called “Ends.” Or, depending your perspective, in beach volleyball, ends are called “Sets.”
I have to return to work tomorrow, which is horrible. I want to take the next 15 days off, but can’t really do that without acquiring fast-acting AIDS, and then there’s no guarantee that my hospital room would have a) wifi strong enough for the BBC feed and b) TV with the random NBCs the Games are showing on.
So work it is, and I see replays in my future.
