THIS WEEK:
- Jim Dandy
- Roger and out
Nantz carves a classy niche in sportscaster pantheon - Red Sox followers need to fire the "Rocket"
A few years ago, I wrote a column criticizing CBS sportscaster Jim
Nantz. The gist of the critique was that Nantz was very blasé and even kind of
boring in his approach. In response to the column, CBS Sports and now also CBS
News president Sean McManus emailed to voice his displeasure at the column.
It made me wonder if I was missing something. Time has shown that I was.
The versatile Nantz covers events with an understated grace that has become
the exception, not the rule in sports television.
Nantz has no catch phrases, no desire to exceed the volume of a police
siren and no political agenda. These days, that makes him quite the exception
and extremely interesting.
"I never will go there," says Nantz, who will call this Sunday's
Patriots at Jets season opener alongside Phil Simms. "For young kids who want to
break into the business, there is a feeling that you have to be goofy or, in
some similar way, attention-grabbing.
"There is this in-your-face attitude that many sportscasters have, like
they are on the brink of a tantrum. If you look at them the wrong way, they
will explode."
Nantz compares his own style to that of Bill Belichick, and the two
coaches who met last February in Super Bowl XLI. He states, "Belichick, Tony Dung
y and Lovie Smith are wonderful role models for their players and the public.
It is a rarity to see men succeed in a role of leadership without raising
their voices.
"These guys barely talk above a whisper. They don't cheapen the
message by falling back on a swear word. They are dignified, distinguished gentlemen.
"
This past winter and spring, Nantz enjoyed a 63-day stretch that saw
him work Super Bowl XLI, the NCAA men's hoop tournament and the Masters. In all
these endeavors, he maintains a terrific consistency.
"I don't say, 'It's time to turn on my football voice.' It's more of
a natural thing. If the crowd is stirred to frenzy, you talk louder to cut
through it. In golf, we are only a few yards away from the action. Sometimes, we
get ridiculed for whispering, but if not, we'd be disturbing play."
While Nantz's focus this weekend will be football, he considers golf
the most difficult to broadcast, this from a man who has partnered on the course
with former Presidents George Bush and Bill Clinton.
"Golf broadcasters get the least amount of credit. It's the most
difficult sport to do. When you are at the 18th hole and you have 20-minute
stretches to fill, it's a challenge to hold the audience's attention. Media
writers
don't watch golf, so it doesn't count to them. They wouldn't recognize the
work if Shakespeare was in the booth."
With his unique class and unquestioned versatility, Nantz has become
our generation's Curt Gowdy, a compliment he relishes. "I was smitten by the
voices in my living room on weekends," says Nantz, the 2005 National
Sportscaster of the Year.
"Before there was cable TV, ESPN or VCR's, broadcasters had a
knowledge of language and did not draw attention to themselves. There was an elegance
to the broadcasts of men like Gowdy, Ray Scott, Jack Whittaker, Dick Enberg
and Jack Buck. They were storytellers with a graceful style. I have a reverence
for this profession."
Nantz moved from CBS "NFL Today" studio host to lead play-by-play
announcer in 2004. Change has become natural to the veteran broadcaster. "Sean
McManus wanted me to do it. He thought I should be doing games.
"I've been at CBS for 22 years and we used to have all the major
events. We acquired Major League Baseball in 1990 and it was a bad deal for the
network. I lost a lot of colleagues."
Nantz has seen it all at CBS, but has yet to do it all in media. "I'd
like to do something where I can give more of my opinions. I am considering
writing a book about the Super Bowl, NCAA Tournament and Masters 63-day stretch,
but I'm not sure I'd have the time to do a talk show."
Regardless, Nantz has climbed to the top of his profession and shares
that current rarified air with an elite trio of contemporaries, Al Michaels,
Bob Costas and Joe Buck (Sorry Chris Berman).
Michaels is the best football play-by-play man in the business, but he
cannot match Nantz's studio hosting skills or versatility.
Buck's forays into what he considers humor and commentary detract from
his overall performance. The same can be said of Costas who, while immensely
gifted, tends to impose himself on a story too frequently, as evidenced by his
late entry into the Barry Bonds beat-down.
The latest edition of Premiere Network's "Costas on the Radio" was the
clincher. Costas and his guest, the aforementioned Buck, spent several
minutes of the interview discussing each other's cameo appearances in movies. Yikes!
Nantz, meanwhile, was most likely focused on the Pats-Jets opener, and
his approach to a big game is typically cerebral. "This is how I see it. This
Sunday, I'm going to watch a football game with a great friend of mine, Phil
Simms. Oh, and there will also be 100 million people eavesdropping."
Retread Rocket
Well, Roger Clemens did it to the Red Sox again. The Rocket's two-hitter
against Boston last week once again had fans and media alike poetically
pining for the Rocket that got away. To be honest, I'm sick of it.
Clemens' gem against Boston was the highlight of his latest ho-hum
comeback. Other than that, he's won a few, lost a few and had a decent commercial
for Cingular. In two words: Big Deal.
The hope here is that Red Sox fans and media once and for all let go of
Clemens. Since Clemens left in 1997, and despite the heralded arrivals of
Pedro Martinez and Curt Schilling, Boston has retained this odd attachment to
Clemens.
The organization has also clinged, as evidenced by their pathetic
wooing of Clemens last spring and the silly fact that no one has worn number 21
since Clemens left. It's foolish. Granted, Clemens was forced out by the
small-minded idiocy of ex-GM Dan Duquette, but since then, he has been nothing less
than a self-serving mercenary.
He cares about Boston about as much as he cares about Toronto, Houston
or New York, and that is about as deep as his wallet. Clemens may be forced to
go into the Hall of Fame in a Boston cap, but he is hardly a sacred New
England treasure.
Number 21 is not Tiny Tim's crutch. It's time for the Red Sox
organization to give the number to someone else, and for fans and media to stop the
pining and let Clemens go. He let you go a long time ago.
John Molori's columns are published in Boston Sports Review, Boston Baseball
Magazine, New England Hockey Journal, BostonSportsMedia.com, BostonSportz.com,
PatsFans.com and several newspapers and websites throughout New England.
Email John at MoloriMedia@aol.com.
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