Who needs a host? ESPN exec explains why hostless NBA Countdown works

What ESPN did with its NBA Countdown show this year might not be good news for James Brown, Curt Menefee, Chris Berman, Chris Fowler, and countless other hosts of studio shows.

ESPN has proved that a studio show can be done without a quote-unquote host.

In one of the more unique experiments in recent years, ESPN decided to go without a studio host for its NBA studio show. In previous years, the network had employed Hannah Storm and Stuart Scott to direct the traffic.

This year, ESPN simply put Magic Johnson, Michael Wilbon, Chris Broussard, and Jon Barry at a table and let them talk. Wilbon does most of the nuts and bolts stuff when it comes to opening the segments. But unlike a regular host, his main purpose is to be an analyst, offering his opinions in the discussion.

ESPN’s version is a contrast to TNT’s Inside the NBA, where host Ernie Johnson has to steer through the goofiness often generated by Charles Barkley. ESPN’s NBA Countdown is far less yuks and more hardcore basketball.

Mark Gross, ESPN senior VP and executive producer , is more than pleased with the new format. I asked him about the show in a Q/A.

Why did ESPN decide to go without a host?

We thought let’s just try something different. We thought if we could get the right guys together, we wouldn’t need a host. We believe they could carry it on their own.

This place is built on a risk. It shouldn’t be that difficult for us to take a risk on a pre-game show. It doesn’t have to look like every other show that’s out there. If you get the right four guys, it can work.

Why is it working with these guys?

It works because they all get along. Two, they’re big basketball fans. Three, they all have something to say. Magic is great. He’s exactly who you think he is. He’s even a better person.

What about the comparisons to TNT’s show?

We don’t have Charles Barkley. We’re not getting him. Everyone understands that. That’s OK. We’re happy with the show we have. I’ve never seen anything positive written about our show since we’ve gotten the NBA until this year. We’re pleased with how it’s turned out.

Does this mean hosts are going to be passe on ESPN’s studio shows?

No. There are a lot of shows where you want a host. You want to ask a specific question. You want Chris Fowler to host College Gameday. In that show, you need someone to get you from point A to point B to point C. It’s a two-hour show.

NBA Countdown is different. What we’ve done works for this show.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twenty years ago today: Jordan drops 3s on Portland

All sportswriters have their treasure chest of favorite games and events they covered.

This one is on my list: On June 3, 1992, I was at the Chicago Stadium to cover game 1 of Chicago-Portland in the NBA Finals.

Michael Jordan’s six 3-pointers in the first half simply was unbelievable. I attended hundreds of games in the old barn, and it’s hard to remember it getting any louder than when he hit that last three.

Actually, the long-distance performance was out of character for Jordan. Marv Albert, calling the game for NBC, said, “It’s unusual to see Michael Jordan bombing away.”

He kept bombing, climaxing with the legendary shrug to Magic Johnson, who was working as an analyst. All Johnson could say was, “My-oh-oh-my.”

Enjoy.

 

Sunday funnies: Billy Martin, Frank Deford and Marvelous Marv in Miller Lite ad

In honor of Frank Deford’s new book, Overtime, and my Q/A with him earlier in the week, it is only appropriate to select his 1981 Miller Lite ad for this week’s entry.

He teamed with Billy Martin and “Marvelous Marv” Throneberry.

Not only could he write, but Deford also could act a little too. And imagine a sportswriter in a major national ad? All hail Frank.

St. Louis Post-Dispatch applies asterisk to Santana no-hitter

Ah, you’ve got to love a little partisan fun in the sports section.

While New York papers were giddy over Johan Santana’s no-hitter, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch took a different view. The paper went with this headline:

 No-hitter*

*Santana throws gem with help of missed call.

Ah yes, the immortal asterisk made famous by Ford Frick over Roger Maris’ 61 homers in 1961.

The P-D felt Santana’s history maker was tainted by third-base umpire Adrian Johnson’s missed call on an apparent double hit by Carlos Beltran.

The P-D then also carried the theme with this headline over the gamer:

Santana no-hits Cards — with a little help

Nice try, but sorry P-D, Santana’s no-no won’t go in the record book with an asterisk.

Sunday book shelf: Baseball and the explosive Summer of 68

A few months back, I was wondering about books that never had been done. I recalled thinking, “Nobody’s written a book about the 1968 baseball season.”

Apparently, Tim Wendell had the same thought.

Currently on the shelves is Summer of ’68: The Season That Changed Baseball–and America–Forever. Written by Wendell, founding editor of USA Today Baseball Weekly, the book is about a unique season in baseball history during one of the most explosive years of American history.

It was “the year of the pitcher,” as Bob Gibson (1.12 ERA) and Denny McClain (31 victories) dominated hitters. It culminated in a Detroit-St. Louis World Series that was one of the best ever.

Yet there was so much more to that year both on and off the field.

In a book excerpt on his site, Wendell writes about a scene in the St. Louis clubhouse the morning after Martin Luther King was assainated.

The next morning, in St. Petersburg, Florida, the spring training camp of the St. Louis Cardinals was like most places in America: the King assassination the major topic of conversation. Gibson was devastated by the news and got into a heated exchange with his catcher, Tim McCarver. After telling McCarver that he couldn’t possibly comprehend what it was like to be a black person on this morning, and that it was impossible for whites, no matter how well intentioned, to totally overcome prejudice, Gibson turned his back on his batterymate.

 

 

To McCarver’s credit, he didn’t let the situation go. Undoubtedly, he realized that the last person Gibson wanted to hear from at that moment was a white man, who had grown up in Memphis of all places. Yet McCarver told Gibson that it was possible for people to change. If anything, he was Exhibit A. Back when McCarver was new to the team, Gibson and Curt Flood had ribbed him about his reluctance to share a sip of soda offered by a black man.  McCarver had seen a lot of truth in their teasing. Perhaps that’s why he wouldn’t let things drop after King’s death. In talking with Gibson, McCarver found himself in “the unfamiliar position of arguing that the races were equal and that we were all the same.”
Years later, McCarver wrote that “Bob and I reached a meeting of the minds that morning. That was the kind of talk we often had on the Cardinals.”

In a New York Times piece about the book, Wendell writes:

When I began “Summer of ’68: The Season That Changed Baseball, and America, Forever,” I knew I would write about two of the greatest teams in the Tigers and the Cardinals. What I did not expect to discover were athletes who were struggling like so many others in the country to find a way to move forward, to somehow come together.

Such stories were not restricted to baseball. By sitting with teammates of color at the Jets’ training table, Joe Namath helped guide them toward a Super Bowl championship that season. The Mexico City Olympics are best remembered for the raised fists of Tommie Smith and John Carlos. But those Summer Games should also be relived for the silver medal an ill-prepared Jim Ryun captured in the 1,500 meters at altitude. In basketball, the player-coach Bill Russell rallied the aging Boston Celtics past Wilt Chamberlain and the Philadelphia 76ers, then Jerry West and the Los Angeles Lakers for another championship.

“If anything, this was the biggest year in all of U.S. history,” said Robert J. Thompson, the founding director of the Bleier Center for Television and Popular Culture at Syracuse University. “So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that sports was right in the middle of the metaphoric pot of a roiling culture.”

Angry reaction to Tim Sullivan’s ouster at San Diego U-T

Not sure about the reasoning, but there are plenty of folks upset at the San Diego Union-Tribune for booting out popular long-time columnist Tim Sullivan yesterday.

On his Twitter account, Sullivan said:

(Friday) marks the end of my 10 years with the Union-Tribune. Thanks to all who have offered their insight, their time and their readership.

Later, he said:

No idea. I was reporting a column this afternoon when I was notified my services were no longer required.

Naturally, members of our fraternity were shocked. Sullivan is among the most respected columnists in the business, and he more than made his mark during his 10 years in San Diego. Hard to see how this makes the U-T a better paper.

Reaction from the Voice of San Diego.

The UT fired its best sports writer,” KPBS reporter Tom Fudge.

“I’m better for having worked beside Tim Sullivan. Craftsman, truth seeker, unfailingly fair. A journalist in the finest sense of the word,” U-T Chargers writer Kevin Acee.

Among those weighing on Twitter, Fox Sports’ Ken Rosenthal:

I’m biased, TimSullivan is my friend. But I will say this – it is insane that the SanDiego U-T let him go. He is a brilliant columnist.

Scott Miller of CBSSports.com:

UT San Diego firing columnist Tim Sullivan takes “dumbing down product for readers” to embarrassing low. Owner dumber than readers.

Dave Kindred:

TimSullivan laid off in SanDiego. Have all newspaper executives lost their minds?

Tim Brown, Yahoo Sports:

TimSullivan714 is one of the most talented, decent and intelligent columnists in the country. What a thing.

Sullivan’s columns still are up on the U-T’s site. Earlier this week, he had a column about Phil Mickelson wanting to own a piece of the San Diego Padres, which made national news.

Little wonder why people are baffled by this move.

 

 

Most viewed ESPN video on YouTube will surprise you

ESPN posts thousands of videos each year on YouTube. Great plays, magical moments, monumental goofs, and other fun stuff.

So what rates No. 1? A ballboy catching a tennis ball.

According to ESPN PR guru Mike Soltys, the video below is ESPN’s most viewed on YouTube with 16.2 million views.

Why so many views? Probably because it was short and sweet at only 11 seconds, proving again that we’re a short-attention span kind of society.

And yes, it was a great catch.

 

Saturday flashback: Classic Hawk Harrelson

White Sox announcer Ken Harrelson received plenty of attention for an epic rant during Wednesday’s game. It hardly was the first time he vented in the booth.

In the spirit of celebrating Hawk, we offer these classics.

Here he goes off on umpire Joe West.

Here is a 1991 game in which Joe Brinkman makes a horrible call that costs the Sox a game. Harrelson really starts to lose it around the 3:20 mark, and check the expression on his face when they show him and Tom Paciorek in the booth. Vintage disgust.

And to better understand Harrelson, here’s a segment that ran on MLB’s The Club, featuring the White Sox.

Harrelson’s last rant? Selig, Reinsdorf tell him to tone it down

Have we seen the last classic, over-the-top rant from White Sox announcer Ken Harrelson?

ESPNChicago’s Bruce Levine reports MLB Commissioner Bud Selig and Sox chairman Jerry Reinsdorf had chats with Harrelson to discuss his reaction to umpire Mark Wegner during Wednesday’s Sox-Tampa Bay game.

Harrelson didn’t get into the details of the calls, other than they appeared to be one-sided. He said:

“I talked to Bud Selig yesterday,” Harrelson told ESPNChicago.com’s Bruce Levine on Friday morning. “We had a talk. Actually, Bud talked and I listened. If it was a prize fight, they would have stopped it in the first round.

“I also talked to Jerry, and I listened to him as well. That’s all I really have to say.”

Clearly, Harrelson has been told he has to temper his emotions. From ESPNChicago:

Senior vice president of sales and marketing Brooks Boyer said Harrelson will talk about the outburst on Friday’s broadcast.

“He’s ultimately going to address it the way he feels it be best addressed,” Boyer said Friday on “The Waddle & Silvy Show” on ESPN 1000. “We’ve discussed it, and we’ll talk about it on the air and it will be gone as of tonight.”

Boyer said an outburst like that won’t happen again from Harrelson.

“I could certainly be wrong but I think this was a good way for him to understand the importance of what’s going on on the field,” Boyer said. “I think moving forward those type of bursts and snaps will be limited if not eliminated.”

 

 

 

 

 

Just like Scully, all praise for beloved Mike Emrick; Even Mushnick likes him

It’s official: Mike Emrick is the Vin Scully of hockey.

In an era of rip, rip and then rip some more, Emrick finds himself buried by an avalanche of bouquets during the Stanley Cup playoffs. The only other person in broadcasting who receives such universal praise and adoration is the living legend in the Dodgers’ booth.

Richard Sandomir evoked operatic terms in today’s piece in the New York Times:

They are Emrick’s arias: dramatic tales of passes, shots, checks, crashes into boards, saves, interceptions, goals and line changes accentuated by the sound — “OhhhhHHHHHHH!” — of his internal thermostat rapidly heating up, as if close to exploding. He hits his highest note with variations on a single word: “SCORES!”

Richard Deitsch of SI.com came out with his media power list this week. One guess at who is No. 1:

I call him NBC’s Bard of Spring. With NBC airing every NHL playoff game  nationally since the second round, Emrick has been a welcome visitor in homes  for weeks, and at 65, he’s never been better at his craft.

And here’s the ultimate barometer of Emrick’s appeal. Even Phil Mushnick of the New York Post wrote nice things about him in a column this week, and he doesn’t like anybody. Mushnick writes:

Beyond that, if there were ever a play-by-player who should be encouraged to  speak as much as often as possible, it’s Emrick. Imagine hiring Emrick and  telling him to speak half as much. Would you ask DeNiro, Sinatra, Einstein,  Pele, Magellan, Sonny and/or Cher to give it less than all they’ve got?

“Hey, you, Michelangelo! Get down off that scaffold! You wanna kill  yourself? Paint something down here!”

Wow, opera and Michelangelo references for a hockey announcer. Has to be a first.

It’s great to see Emrick get the recognition. He’s really benefitted by the new playoff format in which every game has aired on NBC’s various networks.

Like Scully, the man clearly has a way with words. Earlier this week on an NBC teleconference, he got everyone fired up with this opening:

This is our best time of year. How’s that for an understatement? …You see bearded people, you see people with goatees, because that’s a part of our tradition. You see smiles on every face because of the anticipation of living up to a lifetime dream – and that’s getting your name on a trophy that you can’t keep, and getting a ring that’s too big to wear, and having the experience, and to be referred to as a Stanley Cup Champion for the rest of your life.

Here’s hoping we all get to hear Emrick call seven games in the Final.