Opening Day: Rory McIlroy tees off at 7:50 am local California time, 10:30 am EDT.
Pop Quiz: Can you recall the winners of the four 2015 majors? Can you recall the winners of the four just-completed Fed Ex playoff tournaments? (Can you remember what those tournaments were?) How about for 2014? The point is that the Fed Ex playoffs are pretty darn forgettable.
That’s Exciting! (Isn’t it?) So I get up this morning and turn on the radio as I’m making coffee. All-night sports talk is going strong, and the first thing I hear is something about “the bat flip heard round the world.” A little later, on one of the television cable news channels, a sports update informs me of the “dramatic bat flip.”
I think about the golf media’s obsession with fist pumps. NFL sack dances. Weekly uniform changes for college football teams. (This is a big deal, believe it or not. If a team wears black, it’s especially exciting; I have no idea why.) Choreographed, smoke-shrouded NBA player introductions. Fantasy sports causing fans to put individual player stats before team results. (And also, apparently, putting the money of regular joes into the pockets of insiders and arbitrage pros.) Sports is becoming more and more sizzle, less and less steak.
Gertrude Stein wrote, “There is no there there.” That seems applicable to American sports in the 21st century.
By the way, while I made coffee, two listeners called the all-night sports talk show. Both had an opinion on the bat flip. Not the game. The bat flip.