I just finished watching the women's final of the French Open--and listening to John McEnroe (the world's greatest crybaby) and Mary Carillo edify Dinara Safina for her whining and crying on the court. Instead of praising Svetlana for a great final and for being the fantastic player that she is, they praised Dinara for "coming through her stress and anger and tears." What a pathetic commentary... I notice that Dinara never seems to have a problem with her tears and stress when she is winning.
Perhaps in this case we should just consider who was doing the commentating and forget it...
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Damn - sorry I missed the final. I'm always looking for matches where the Safin family loses.
Maybe Safina's girlfriend broke up with her just before the start of the match. That would account for her boo hooing...
Hello,
The great tragedy in modern televised tennis is the incessant banter of the "color commentators" and the obligatory cute personal chat of constant "talkers".
The worst is Mary Carillo, she is the ultimate codependent enabler of excuses.
If the williams sisters are playing, god help you, for her unsolicited platitudes and mauldlin sybaritic sychophantish jock tampax sniffing, would choke the life out of mutant kudzu.
The button on my remote for mute is called the 'carillo button.'
Carillo's only claim to fame is that she was of John McEnroe's stable of squeezes when he was the new kid on the block. And when feminism became the bully of the networks, carillo became a commodity. Now she is a mute button.
I like Mary Carillo. She used to hang with Martina Navratilova - the greatest player of all times by far.
I love Martina Navratilova. She rocks...
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