Nepotism Run Amok
When it comes down to it, there’s only one sport on which the Gormogons agree, and that’s hockey—it’s awesome.
The Czar loves baseball, and GorT and Ghettoputer love soccer and there’s not much either of us can do to change that. As it should be: after all, it’s not like any of us like the NBA or something stupid like that.
But the Czar is happy to receive Mark’s email:
I’m a little late to the party on your post about national baseball broadcasts, but I heartily agree. ESPN and Fox Sports 1 are killing baseball with commercials and worst of all, crappy announcing and color. To hear Joe Buck, that insufferable, smarmy living example of nepotism run amok, announce a Dodger game is akin to having your skin removed, layer by layer, using a rusty box grater. Love the Gormogons! Best, |
The Dodgers-Cubs series was a wild bit of entertainment, and both teams were superb. But to Mark’s point, it almost doesn’t matter what team you like if it’s not broadcasted by your local folks. And trust us, Joe Buck is not the worst—listen to the ever-hectoring Bob Costas attempt to explain the infield fly rule to you on NBC, or the incoherent Chris Berman on ESPN lose interest in the game and start telling you about his daily grooming habits and you’d welcome box-grating exfoliation as your screams are likely to drown them out.
And yes, the Gormogons love you, too. Here’s a kitten picture to brighten your day for providing us a great headline for today’s post.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.