Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Soap Box

Rants are like assholes. Any moron with a website can compose a few sentences of subjective hatred towards a person, group or object without much effort. Legitimate writers who take pride in their work - even sophmoric columnists (see the entire staff @ The Toronto Star) who are employed to share their opinion – are typically hesitant to have a piece turn into a rant, because complaints have a shelf life and nobody likes a bitch.

While I too am hesitant to rant, there are a few things that have been making my blood boil of late, and I feel better about myself if I group them together in a new feature called “The Soapbox”.

Mexican Reporter Causes A Stir:

In a case of much ado about nothing, hot-as-fuck Mexican sports reporter Ines Sainz did the rounds last week of all the major American morning shows, complaining about her treatment while in the New York Jets locker room. During an interview with Jets quarterback Mark Sanchez (because his parents are Mexican, not because he sucks), several players were heard making comments concerning Ms. Sainz physical attributes. She is quoted as being pretty cool with the comments, however the American media has blow this shit out of proportion.


Perfect work attire: The 'new' pantsuit.

Let’s get a few facts straight; she works for TV Azteca. That same company sent a reporter to the 2008 Super Bowl in a wedding dress to propose to Patriots QB Tom Brady. Talk about legitimate sports journalism. Her ass is amazing and she wears jeans two-sizes too small and blouses buttoned-up to her naval. Standing amongst 53 professional athletes, many of whom are naked and just came off the field where they are trained to be ruthless-sons-of-bitches, I think we can understand where these cat calls came from – the heart. If I’m coming out of the shower after a grueling practice and an ass-so-fat you can see it from the front asks me a question, I’m likely to draw more wood than the Group of Seven and drop that towel like it’s swimming in lice. Shiiiiiiiiit.


2011 Winner of the Edward R. Murrow Award for Excellence in Journalism?

It’s not like Jets cornerback and father of 8 Antonio Cromartie told her he wanted to part the folds of her quesadilla with his hot tamale. The player’s comments were tame in comparison. Consider the shape of that ass, the primary demographic which fancies such asses, and the general make-up of a professional football team. Other female reporters a la Suzy Kolbert don’t dress like skanks, they approach the context and subject matter of their work as professionally and focused as do their male counterparts. If you want to be taken seriously, you must first take yourself seriously, and let’s face it, an ex Miss Mexico who was clearly hired just to shake that massive empanada is nobody’s idea of legitimate sports reporting. The only people that should be offended are any aspiring female sports journalists who strive for legitimacy while their Mexican colleagues continue ask the tough questions and dress like hookers.


Ines Sainz will not be criticized for her 'body of work'

Derek Jeter is a Cheat? Eat a Dick:

He's also had sexy-time with some of Hollywood's elite women. If for nothing else, I like the guy, however following an incident from a recent game against the Tampa Bay Rays, some people's opinions of the man have changed.



During a game earlier this week against an the AL East foe Rays, Jeter was struck by a pitch on the handle of the bat. The home plate umpire assumed it had struck him somewhere on the arm, and awarded Jeter first base as a result of being struck by a pitch. The sound of the ball striking the wooden-nub of the bat is unmistakable, and if anyone is to blame, it is the homeplate umpire. As any competitor should, Jeter took first base following a bit of acting to accentuate the pain of being struck by a pitch. The wool could not be pulled over Tampa manager Joe Maddon's eyes, and he quickly darted out to homeplate to argue the call with the homeplate umpire.


courtesy of ESPN.com - Pete Rose anecdote reminds us of a time when men were men.

The complaints concerning Jeter's actions have been many since his little acting debut, but how can we blame him for doing what many athletes do in many sports - take advantage of the situation. Name a sport other than golf where an athlete does not attempt to squeeze any advantage possible out of any opportunity for the benefit of his team? Winning is everything. I'm so tired of this bullshit about 'it's about competition' or 'it doesnt matter who wins or loses' - like hell it doesn't, the reason sports are played is for the escapist value of winning and the satisfaction it brings. In amateur sports, losing teams are now awarded with trophies for their participation and effort. Are you kidding me? This is how we breed and culture a society of pussies and apathetic douche-bags.

Winning in sports is a template for success in life. Those who find success through the loopholes and nuances of modern sport should be heralded as winners, not lambasted for being a bad role model. Since when has a pro athlete been a good example of a high moral standard? These assholes who are ripping Jeter should worry more about what kind of example they're setting for their children, and not what influence Jeter may or may not have.

The Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF):

For the last two weeks, this city has been enveloped by the film festival and all the major media outlets have become a platform for Hollywood self-promotion. None of these film executives or actors give a flying-fuck about the city. They are here to promote their films in hopes that they get picked-up by a distributor for major release and further pad their pockets.

Why do the people of Toronto care so much that these celebrities love our city. They don't, and even if they did, would they say any less? The entire festival is about self-promotion and posturing for the Hollywood elite.

It's maddening that the local newspapers and television networks go to such lengths to promote foreign talent, while doing so little to encourage our own homegrown actors, directors and writers. Perhaps I'm making mountains out of mole hills, but the Toronto International Film Festival does very little for the city beyong a brief two-week spike in upscale hotel occupancy and local cocaine sales. Everybody needs to get off TIFF's dick and support something that is inherently Toronto - like this blog.Perfect work attire: Dress casual

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