I feel sorry for The Sunday Game pundits, but even more sorry for the audience

New Orleans Pelicans point guard Jose Alvarado made his debut on TNT’s NBA flagship program last week. They had him demonstrate something in the virtual space, and before he left, the panel put a few questions in his direction.

After some standard responses to Ernie Johnson’s questions (“It’s been a privilege playing with my teammates,” “I’m so thankful to be healthy and enjoying the game”), Shaquille O’Neal, the retired 7’2 Basketball legend and resident pundit kept him on track.

“Jose. Next time Ernie asks you a question, don’t come in here with those corporate answers. relax man Relax.” The panel laughed and joked. José looked embarrassed. He would fit right in The Sunday game.

The conversation turned to the poor form of 76ers James Harden. Charles Barkley, the second of their three resident experts, said: “At the moment, James couldn’t hit a cop in the ass with an ironing board.” Again there was a roar of laughter as they joined in another extremely entertaining conversation. Genuine, charismatic, dramatic, irritable, passionate, happy, unhappy.

Barkley said he was putting his money on the Sixers. Shaquille said, “Save your money for your kids and your new pup.” Barkley said, “If this wasn’t live TV I’d come over and blow your mind.” Another burst of laughter and conversation as they settled. When the Sixers were losing, they did a “Gone Fishing” segment, which they do when a team goes missing, dropping nets and using fishing poles to pull them out of the sea.

This is the top rated basketball show in the US, syndicated around the world including Sky Sports. They understand that, like the experts, the game is about entertainment. So you have a solid board of three people, all of whom have great, strong personalities. You have an anchor that lets it go, whichever way it goes. They are honest, fearless, funny and not afraid to get angry or speak their mind. So we’re drawn to them, young and old, because it’s real. It’s edgy, informative, and most importantly, entertaining.

Meanwhile, in the RTE morgue, one wouldn’t be surprised to hear her say, “I’m sorry for your trouble” and “How old was he?” The Daily Experts The Sunday game forced to stand awkwardly behind podiums like politicians about to deliver their opening speeches. Instead of conversation, it is a staged task. It’s your turn. Now it’s your turn. Now it’s your turn. Now competition time. The forced laughter as the unfunny but polite-to-smile remarks are made.

It’s totally unnatural. Nobody talks about a game like this. Nobody wants to hear it discussed like that. If you were in a bar and they were there, you would apologize and stand aside to another crowd as soon as possible. Because it’s so staged and risk-averse, nobody says anything. Instead, it was reduced to statements of the banal. “Dublin’s defense held Meath to just six points.” “Tyrone’s goals are the difference between teams.” And so on and so forth. As these blunt statements of the obvious are made, one almost expects the Mike Myers character Wayne’s world turning to face the camera and raising an eyebrow.

For the highlights show on Sunday evening, the experts are not behind podiums. Instead, they stand five meters apart behind invisible pedestals and look as comfortable as 15-year-old boys being asked to sing in public for the first time.

I don’t know of any group of people – apart from bomb disposal experts or maybe hostage negotiators trying to talk a jumper off the ledge – who stand that far apart when they talk. Imagine standing five meters apart in a triangle at a game, yelling at each other, or in a bar, or in your house? “Here there.” “What’s up?” “What do you think of Clifford’s Gate?” “What’s up?” ‘Clifford’s Gate.’ ‘His what?’ ‘Why are you so far away, son? And why are you standing Come over and sit on the sofa.” If you do this in company, people would think you’d lost your mind or that you had an infectious disease.

The result is that instead of something fun to look forward to and enjoy, where we can see and feel comfortable with the true personalities of the experts, and have something to brighten our Monday mornings, we’re left with nothing.

As a friend of mine says, “There’s more atmosphere on the moon.” It’s your turn. corporate language. It’s your turn. corporate language. Now it’s your turn. corporate language. Advertisement. competition time. Mandatory supervisor interview. Mandatory player interview. Last cheesy words about next week. cue music.

I feel sorry for the pundits who have to need oxygen masks to get them around when the show is over. But more for the audience, especially the younger audience, who just won’t be watching if this continues.

RTE GAA went overboard. The RTE agency needs to fish.

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