(First published in The Dominion Post, April 5.)
THE SCRIPTWRITERS for
the daily soap opera that masquerades as sport have been busy again this past
couple of weeks. Here are a few plot summaries:
Former All Black
Jerry Collins spent several days in a Japanese police cell for illegally
carrying a knife. His agent explained
that Collins’ relationship with a woman had led to threats from a Brazilian
gang. Pure soap – and what an inspired choice to introduce an element of exotic
menace by making the gang Latin American.
Then there was cricketer
Ronnie Hira, a member of the Canterbury Wizards, who was sent to the naughty
corner for not singing the team’s victory song – clearly an offence of the
utmost gravity in a sport that demands unquestioning compliance with infantile bonding
rituals.
Meanwhile, Australian
rugby player Kurtley Beale was sent home in disgrace from South Africa and will
seek counselling, a profession much in demand by sports show-ponies, after punching
his captain and another team mate. A penitent Beale, showing an admirable
command of 21st century psycho-babble, said he sometimes made “bad
choices”. It seems grown men don’t behave like petulant four-year-olds; they
simply make bad choices.
In rugby league,
former Canberra Raiders star Josh Dugan was accused of “inappropriate behaviour”
– another way of saying he made bad choices – after engaging in a profane tirade
against a Raiders fan on a social media website. Such forums offer endless opportunities
for sports stars to make fools of themselves, enabling them to indulge in impulsive,
sub-literate rants that are immediately picked up and plastered over the sports
pages.
There was a
Twitter-driven uproar in cycling, too, when Slovakian rider Peter Sagan pinched
the bottom of a “podium girl”. Personally I find it more offensive that sports promoters
still insist on having winners kissed by mini-skirted young women, a tradition
that deserved to die decades ago.
Then there was the
biggest sports soap opera of them all. Tiger Woods, we’re told, has found love
again, this time with Olympic champion downhill skier Lindsey Vonn (she’s
blonde, of course). Vonn told the Denver
Post that she’s very happy. Now where have we heard that line before?
You have to hand
it to those scriptwriters. Day after day, they come up with compelling new
plotlines. It’s a dull day when the sports pages are filled with nothing but
sport.
They overstepped
the mark, though, with Jesse Ryder. The life-endangering assault on him showed
these things can get seriously out of hand.
The public
appetite for stories about flawed sporting heroes makes celebrities of people
like Ryder. That puts them at risk – the more so if they lack the instinct to
avoid potentially troublesome situations. Inevitably they attract the attention
of feral men who want to prove themselves by giving the bash to someone famous.
Perhaps the
vicious assault on Ryder is a timely warning to dial back the soap opera and focus
on the sport.
* * *
WHAT IS IT about
the parliamentary press gallery’s love affair with Labour MP Shane Jones?
His recent return
to the parliamentary front benches was treated as a comeback of messianic
proportions. He’s routinely referred to as one of Labour’s most capable MPs.
Even National-aligned blogger David Farrar describes him as incredibly
talented, though adding that he’s “notoriously lazy and sloppy”.
But these are
insiders’ views. Outside the hothouse that is parliament, Mr Jones is chiefly
known for two things: spending taxpayers’ money on pornographic films and
arousing suspicion over his handling of a citizenship application from a
wealthy Chinese entrepreneur.
These are hardly
like to commend him to the public. I can only conclude that the press gallery
has been seduced by what Tracy Watkins, the Dominion
Post’s political editor, describes as Mr Jones’ charm and self-deprecating wit.
IS IT JUST me, or
is the fuss over supposed breaches of privacy getting a bit hysterical?
Night after night,
I watch breathless TV news items in vain for evidence of anyone having been
seriously disadvantaged or put at risk. All I see is a lot of contrived outrage over vague
allegations that people’s rights have been abused in some undefined, unquantified
way. Exactly what harm has been done, if any, is never explained.
On One News, a Dunedin woman was
interviewed with her face melodramatically hidden, as if she were in imminent
danger of being murdered by Mexican drug traffickers.
Good grief. All that
had happened was that she received a letter from the Ministry of Health that
was intended for someone else. No intimate personal details had been disclosed
but nonetheless she told the reporter she was “very shocked” – was she coached
to say that? – and “didn’t know what to do”.
Granted,
government agencies need to be more careful about protecting information. But I
can think of far more serious issues to huff and puff about.
2 comments:
'A penitent Beale, showing an admirable command of 21st century psycho-babble, said he sometimes made “bad choices”.'
I was laughing out loud in the cafe the other day as I read this. Nice work Karl.
I have noticed that a regular device sports stars use to excuse inexcusable behaviour are the words:
"I am disappointed..."
It is though the person is not really to blame for their appalling behaviour and that their high hopes for themselves have unaccountably come to grief.
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