“You can’t be serious”?
Oh man, did that one line make Johnny Mac a lot of money. And let’s not forget, he was a great player. Four U.S. Opens. Three Wimbledons. A career mark of 877-198, which is a winning percentage of more than 81% for those who can’t find the calculator app on their phone. But his legacy of confrontation, along with Nastase and Connors headlining as your Three Amigos, was critical for TV appeal. But a recent story in the NY Times indicates that Johnny may want to savor those royalty checks more than ever. Because tennis is officially Back to the Future.
I always felt that tennis had the best and most efficient replay system. And for good reason. No variables. In or out. Just like the burger (Btw…recent Letterman on Netflix has Dave and Clooney outside an In-and-Out burger place in LA…the attendant who served them may never wash his hands…but I digress). The challenge is made, the replay is shown, and 20 seconds later you resume. Clean and efficient. And the crowd loves it. And now, the sport is going one step further. Hawk-Eye Live. No line judges. Just the players, the ballboys and the ump. In or out. Not in full use yet, but on its way.
But is this really better? From a pure tennis standpoint, how can you argue with the results. But where have all the humans gone? What about the verbal assaults, the staredowns, the tantrums? Who doesn’t love a good tantrum on a hot summer’s day? We don’t want sterile, we want mayhem….not all- out mayhem, just some Mac-lite everyone once in a while. We want the camera full blast on the line judge after a missed call, as if he/she has a trap door that will rescue them from the negativity. The beeps will get the call right. But my peeps want the action.
As Jimbo famously said…”This is what they came for”!!!
John Sterling is 80. They should use his pipes in the Stadium organ.
I don’t know the truth, but I do know the answer. Either Sean Miller or ESPN will be looking very bad.
Master’s odds-Tiger at 16/1. Phil at 25/1. Sergio, defending champ, at 50/1. Okay now.
Don’t sleep on Didi.
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