{"id":5188,"date":"2013-11-26T01:46:11","date_gmt":"2013-11-26T01:46:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.tennisfrontier.com\/?p=5188"},"modified":"2015-09-20T01:58:15","modified_gmt":"2015-09-20T05:58:15","slug":"small-height-situation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tennisfrontier.com\/archive\/blogs\/jesse-pentecost\/small-height-situation\/","title":{"rendered":"Small Height Situation"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Small<\/a><\/p>\n

“We\u2019ve talked about Darcis and his small height situation.”<\/i><\/p>\n

There were many issues facing Steve Darcis in the first round of this year\u2019s Wimbledon, though his small height situation was among the least of them. A more looming concern was incarnated by the man across the net, known in the business as the Big Nadal Situation. For those of us watching at home the real issue was the commentary, delivered by men whose intimate knowledge of the sport wasn\u2019t matched by a commensurate command of the English language.\u00a0As ever the urge to sound clever yielded pompous verbiage. Couldn\u2019t they just say Darcis was short?<\/p>\n

Of course, Darcis, who hails from the region of Western Europe known for its Belgian Situation, ended up winning. His Nadal Situation proved less parlous than had been forecast. The rest of us weren\u2019t so lucky. Whereas a routine Nadal victory would have resulted in merely forgettable commentary, the upset of the year inspired many commentators to go for broke. Their instinct was to match spectacular visuals with coruscating wordplay. It was not necessarily a bad instinct to have, and in some cases worked out to everyone\u2019s benefit — except perhaps Nadal\u2019s. The best commentators rose heroically to the occasion, because they are the best talkers. In too many other cases, however, the sure instinct was undone by bad technique.<\/p>\n

My eagerness to poke fun at poor commentary should not be construed as a comment upon the relative difficulty of the task. This should go without saying, but sadly cannot. The most common defence of commentary is that it is not as easy as the armchair critics fondly believe. This is undoubtedly true, and indeed we are afforded daily proof that it is in fact the hardest job in the world. But this in turn begs the question of why so many patently unqualified people somehow believe they can do it well. Perhaps they were misled. I\u2019m sure Barry Cowan didn\u2019t think it a particularly taxing gig when Sky Sports offered it to him. I suspect he still doesn\u2019t find it very taxing. Perhaps that\u2019s the problem.<\/p>\n

Either commentating is easy and anyone can do it, or it\u2019s hard and few can. I\u2019m not convinced it matters. Whatever the case, there\u2019s no reason to put up with professionals doing it badly, nor does its putative difficulty disqualify anyone from criticising. Proficiency in a given profession is not a prerequisite for noting when it isn\u2019t done well. If a tradesman does a shoddy job repairing my washing machine, he isn\u2019t above reproach simply because I cannot do a better job. No doubt any attempt to fix it myself would instill a heightened respect for the complexity of the task, but it wouldn\u2019t alter the fact that repairing white goods is something that can be done well, and that a more competent repairman would have left me with a working appliance. The existence of good commentary proves that bad commentary isn\u2019t necessary, despite strong evidence to the contrary.<\/p>\n

Commentary is a little like tennis, in that some are more suited to it than others. The key difference is that bad tennis is self-correcting. Players who underperform typically lose matches, and consequently see their ranking decline. Weak commentators get a pay rise. Of course one\u2019s view of what constitutes weak commentary is ultimately a matter of preference. One person\u2019s Robbie Koenig will be another\u2019s Cliff Drysdale (quite aside from the tendency of various fan-bases to organise themselves tribally according to perceptions of bias, measured with instruments so hypersensitive they leave the James Webb telescope looking like a dowsing rod). The venerable adage that there\u2019s no use arguing matters of taste still has currency, notwithstanding the internet\u2019s ongoing mission to prove otherwise. I understand that my preferences aren\u2019t likely to be shared by others, especially since I place no importance on whatever opinions the commentators happen to hold. I don\u2019t care which players they favour, so long as whatever they have to say is said well. Sometimes I\u2019d prefer it if they didn\u2019t talk about tennis at all. Indeed I invariably enjoy listening to Craig Willis on AO Radio more than any “proper” commentator, and he only ever mentions the tennis when the person sharing the booth delivers an elbow to his ribs. But perhaps he isn\u2019t to everyone\u2019s tastes.<\/p>\n

Some fans love Boris Becker. I find him tiresome and obvious. It has been pointed out elsewhere that many viewers initially like John McEnroe, but find him harder and harder to take as they grow more familiar with the sport. Lines that seem insightful at first sound platitudinous after a while, his inclination to self-promote can grow wearying, and his ignorance of players ranked beyond the Top 20 is deplorable. Apparently there are Americans who enjoy Brad Gilbert\u2019s work, but then there are Americans who enjoy spray-on cheese. Conversely some viewers cannot handle Mats Wilander, but I think he\u2019s O.K. I appreciate the way he doesn\u2019t feel a serious point must be ground down beneath excessive solemnity.<\/p>\n

Granting for the moment the near-insurmountable difficulty of the job, surely we can conclude that the skill set required for a good commentator is not the same as the one required to be a great tennis player. Achieving renown as a player doesn\u2019t necessarily preclude a talent for calling matches, but nor does it guarantee one. Why, then, do television networks fall over themselves to hire ex-greats? It probably comes down to trust, and the fact that most people watching coverage of a tennis match (or any sport) probably don\u2019t really know all that much about it. For viewers who regard the basic rules of a sport as inscrutable arcana, there\u2019s doubtless a measure of reassurance in having those rules explained by a well-known champion. Wedded to this is the assumption that the well-known champion boasts a deeper insight into what the players on court are currently thinking and feeling, having been there and done it themselves. All ex-pros believe they possess this special power, though only McEnroe seems convinced he is clairvoyant.<\/p>\n

It is the natural conceit of all disciplines that their inner workings are impenetrable to the mere layperson, a conceit often propagated by a clergy intent on making its presence essential. In the case of theoretical physics this is justified. In other cases, such as tennis … not so much. Networks naturally milk this assumption for all it\u2019s worth, and they aren\u2019t wrong to do so. When Channel 7 brings in Lleyton Hewitt to commentate at the Australian Open \u2013 he usually enters the booth one round after he has exited the main draw \u2013 there is without fail a promo in which he promises us plebeians that we\u2019ll be vouchsafed a unique glimpse into the workings of each player\u2019s mind. For those of us who\u2019ve both watched and played a great deal of tennis, Hewitt\u2019s insight usually turns out to be less unique than advertised. Mostly he says the same stuff as the other commentators, although I hasten to concede that there\u2019s enough original material to justify his spot.<\/p>\n

It is in the specific details that ex-pros like Hewitt add real value. When, during David Ferrer\u2019s abject loss to Novak Djokovic at this year\u2019s Australian Open, Hewitt revealed precisely how he himself had responded in a near-identical situation the year before, he was providing a level of insight available nowhere else. It was excellent commentary. In his first year with Channel 7 he mentioned that he and Nadal often play golf, and that the Spaniard is just as competitive on the course as he is on the court. Again, it was specific detail, and fascinating. Koenig is another with a tremendous memory for the key facts, often acquired personally. What a treat it was to hear him discuss Radek Stepanek\u2019s early days on tour, and how the Czech had grown so disillusioned he\u2019d almost quit. I\u2019d never heard any of that anywhere else, but even if I had it was worth hearing it again from someone who\u2019d learned it firsthand. He was there.<\/p>\n

But no one can sound like that all the time. There\u2019s only so much to say. Even Darren Cahill, whom I consider to be the best commentator in the world, has to repeat himself from time to time (and he is justified in doing so, since his material isn\u2019t infinite, and he must assume that today\u2019s viewers weren\u2019t necessarily yesterday\u2019s). Most commentary is merely filler, and it is here that the real pros earn their salary. This is the moment when weak commentary becomes helplessly mired in clich\u00e9 \u2013 the essence of which is not falsity but lifelessness \u2013 and homilies. The capacity to make a general point in an interesting way is one that I am bound to consider exceptional among ex-champions. The colour guy is there to supply just that, but the backbone of the call must be provided by those with an assured command of language, such as Jason Goodall or Gigi Salmon. One mustn\u2019t necessarily speak flawless Queen\u2019s English, like Frew McMillan; again, Cahill\u2019s conversational style is fine, as is Peter Fleming’s. All share the ability to convey serious points with a light tone, and to let the tennis speak for itself when it can.<\/p>\n

The real problem comes from those ungifted speakers who nevertheless believe themselves to be skilled orators, especially the species that believes “small height situation” is an improvement on “short”. Becker has some notoriety in this area, and Roger Rasheed apparently thinks in neologisms, although for me the exemplar remains the cosmically pretentious John Alexander, now mercifully retired. It is always worse for a commentator to overestimate their stylistic mastery than to be ignorant of style at all. For anyone who works with language, including writers, dim awareness of the power of words is lethal when possessed by those ill-equipped to harness it. At least those innocent of linguistic intricacy will occasionally stumble out of their own way while they make a useful point. The overwrought stylist will never do that, though, since they instinctively know that the key moments should be accompanied by the most incandescent displays of technique. Thus it is that a merely workmanlike commentator such as John Fitzgerald is far preferable to a portentous buffoon like Alexander.<\/p>\n

Alexander, or JA as he was called by those forced to work with him, was without question the worst commentator I have ever heard across any sport. His dark gift was to combine a narrow and dated knowledge of tennis with a delivery so relentlessly grating that you were left to wonder (and regret) how phrases that lacerated your brain could somehow leave your eardrums intact. Temporary deafness would have been a mercy. Apparently unaware that television differs from radio in its ability to transmit images, Alexander\u2019s most reliable trick was to very slowly recount the point everyone had just watched, in granular detail and a reverential murmur, as though he was narrating Napoleon\u2019s coronation.<\/p>\n

The early stages of Jim Courier\u2019s current tenure with Channel 7 was a fraught time for the American, quite aside from the moment he first laid eyes on the anchor Joanna Griggs and inquired on air who “that bimbo” was. He clearly felt nothing but contempt for Alexander, a feeling that was apparently reciprocated. Channel 7, subscribing to the dirt-common belief that mutual animosity might generate memorable frisson, ensured they always shared the commentary booth. Alexander\u2019s knowledge of tennis more or less atrophied in 1986, while Courier as an elite player popularised the tactic of running around the backhand to unload on the off forehand, one of the pillars of the modern game. Thus would Alexander roundly admonish any player who ran around his backhand for leaving the court open, while Courier would wearily point out that this is how tennis is now played. Alexander felt it was too risky. Indeed, he was a passionate advocate of caution, believing that everyone should “play within himself”. This was a common phrase of his, along with “he measured the ball, and hit it for what it was worth.” He would condemn qualifiers who over-hit against Nadal for not playing within themselves. Courier, his patience at an end, would try to point out that their only chance was to go for everything and hope it went in. JA wouldn\u2019t hear of it. Courier told JA he sounded like a broken record, in a tone of voice that suggested he\u2019d be perfectly willing to make JA look like a broken record. He clearly wanted to hit JA for what he was worth.<\/p>\n

We are sometimes cautioned that sports and politics should not mix, in the na\u00efve belief that sport could remain free of politics even if it wanted to. Personally, I\u2019m thankful politics does intervene from time to time. In 2010 Alexander became a member of Australia\u2019s federal parliament, winning the seat of Bennelong as a conservative candidate \u2013 his platform was radically progressive compared to his approach to tennis \u2013 defeating the immensely capable Maxine McKew. It was a shame McKew had to go, but it was probably worth it to get JA off my television. His politics aren\u2019t mine, but long may he serve.<\/p>\n

If you believe, as I do, that the means by which professional tennis is transmitted to the general public cannot be usefully subtracted from the overall package \u2013 i.e., that television is not tangential to the sport’s function as entertainment, but fundamental to it – then it follows that the commentary matters. I have always written about it as if it does. Nevertheless, I\u2019ve no desire to run through a list of all the commentators to whom I\u2019ve ever been subjected. Even if there were space there would be no point. I\u2019m sure I\u2019ve mentioned most of them over the years. Suffice it to say that there are a couple more whose work I enjoy, and many more whose efforts I find ridiculous, yet still enjoy. There are very few from whom I can derive no value at all, and mostly they sin through being dull rather than mistaken. Invariably their dullness reflects a degree of verbal poverty – people who don\u2019t speak well tend to sound the same \u2013 which is mostly the result of the mistaken assumption that their business is tennis and not words. The result is not the end of the world, however, merely tedium, or as some would have it: a boring talking situation. But such cases are rare. The truth is that for the most part bad commentary only makes writing about tennis more fun. In the final reckoning I probably wouldn’t be without it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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