Saturday, April 11, 2009

The New NESN Guy

I didn't think it was possible to be more annoying than Tom Caron, but this new NESN guy—Cole Wright—makes me realize that Caron is only annoying, but at least he has a bit of a clue. In the first three minutes of my first time listening to his post-game Red Sox wrap, he has made the following ridiculous statements:
  • Called it "heads-up baserunning" that Jacoby Ellsbury tagged and scored from third on a 400-foot flyout to center field by David Ortiz. Yeah, that's about as heads up as advancing to first base on a walk.
  • Referred to Canadian Jason Bay as being from where they call bacon ham. Uh...Cole, I think it's the other way around.
  • Made some wisecrack about Jered Weaver making his brother proud, after he thoroughly dominated the Sox tonight. I've got news for you pal...you can make fun of Jeff all you want, but Jered's noggin is a far cry from his elder brother's two-cent head.
Well, I just learned that, thankfully—I guess—he hasn't replaced Caron, he's just the new NESN Sports Desk guy, which means his is kind of the post-post-game wrap. However, this is the first—and, hopefully, last—time I make it this far into the Sox post-game show. Caron and his sidekick with the haircut that belongs in my high school yearbook are about all I can take of this crew that rivals John Sterling in terms of yahooism.

3 comments:

  1. Now wait just a goddamn minute...

    John Sterling's a lot of things, but he ain't no yahoo. Pompous? Sure. Effusive? OK. Bloviative? Of course. Blind-as-a-bat? Totally.

    It's dangerous to compare other broadcasters to Sterling, because he's not really a "broadcaster" in any common sense of the word-- he's about as objective as a silly straw. If you're tuning in to Sterling/Waldman for a description of the game, you're a lot better off with MLB Gameday.

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  2. I guess you have a point that Sterling himself isn't really a yahoo. But, to me "YANKEES WIN!! The-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e YANKEES WIN!!!!" wreaks of yahooism.

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