Why do sports commentators think it's fine to shout?

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Trigger Warning:
Yelling and screaming in a golf tournament ...
and then they do it in slow motion ...

I can't see why people go nuts for golf---it's much better to watch it on TV than it is to watch it in person.

People sometimes act like idiots on golf courses. Sometimes, it's because of alcohol.

Because all the good ones have either retired or gotten real old and these young blowhards are trying to prove themselves the only way they know how.

I've never played golf; but if I did, I'd need plenty of alcohol.

Jets fan, eh?
That makes us rivals ...
So yeah, if we went to a Bills / Jets game,
that would really be something.

It really was sad hearing the news about OJ Simpson.
Bad as that was, I felt worse for the victim.

I watched bowling with vague interest and a slight curiosity,
and it was comforting in a way since it was a repetitive pattern.
But somehow I realized it was something I would probably never be good at.
And I was right ... I don't have the strength necessary to wield a properly heavy bowling ball ...
So while my aim is good, and I can connect with the pins,
and even make strikes,
many times the pins won't go down even when I hit them.

I know I read that wrong, but I just got a such a funny picture in my mind. "Sir, are you ok?" "Yeah, just singing. What's the problem?" "Oh nevermind, I thought you required assistance."

I could roll the ball hard, but not really accurately (bowling).

I was in a bowling league at age 12--but I didn't handle it well, and sometimes got frustrated, and was almost thrown out of the league for temper tantrums.

I'm not SUCH a Jets fan that I wouldn't appreciate the good play of the Bills, especially during a time when the play of the Jets would stink. They would never play each other in the Super Bowl--so no conflict there!

Of course, I felt worse for Nicole Simpson, et al than I felt for poor 'ol OJ.

Well, kraftie,

You may have gotten along just fine with my Moonlight Bowling group in college.
We were a bunch of eccentric characters, each with at least one weird nickname ...
I was, of course, the phoenix.

The guys in the group liked to carry around stuffed animal mooses ...
they were all computer geeks and were likely on the spectrum.
Each guy would dress up his moose in costume and give it a name,
like "Contessa, the Flirty Canadian Moose" which had a Canadian flag hanging off her.
(For some reason, we few nerdy girls didn't carry stuffed animals, only the guys did.)
Well, at one of these bowling events, being a magician, I made Contessa vanish ...
kidnapped Contessa, brought her on vacation with me to Washington, DC, took photos ...
and then at the next bowling event, Contessa was mysteriously hanging above the bowling lane
for her owner to find when it was his turn to bowl, and look up ...

(I was always the mischievous Q, you see ... )

One of the bowling group members was in a wheelchair,
so he would have to crawl down out of his wheelchair,
push himself up to the line by his arms,
lay down, and roll the ball down the lane.

Then there was the guy whose ball went airborne, flying crazily in mid-air like a missile
and hit the bowling lane sensor ... Oops!

So who won? Who cares?

Eating breakfast afterwards in the middle of the night after bowling was fun, too.
Good times.

I would have gone as the Wolfman!

Sounds like good fun

You were just a naughty, naughty girl!

well if you insist, here is one of my favorite NFL radio calls ever



now there is some schadenfreude on my part as Minnesota is one of Green Bay's(my team) biggest rivals and they made the playoffs because of this amazing last second play. The player that made the catch was actually given the key to city of Green Bay! IIRC, this was the same year that Favre played the whole year with a broken thumb on his throwing hand, had has legendary performance against Oakland after his father died, and ended with the infamous dreaded 4th and 26 play that I refuse to watch to this day.

Yes to all of the above.

Wow, Jacoby ...

Now that's dramatic!

Remember Doug Flutie's "Hail Mary" pass in 1984, when he played for Boston College?

He played quarterback for the Bills for a while.

He is only like 5 foot 8/5 foot 9. He has a son with autism.

They always told Flutie that he couldn't succeed in the NFL because of his short stature.

He proved them wrong!

I had questioned this too. Apparently it's an emotional thing. The commentators are a) excited and can't control themselves b) trying to whip the audience up into an emotional excitement by demonstration or both.
I watch soccer, and don't mind so much when the commentators raise their voices briefly when someone is just about to score or there has been a particularly good play, but then they return to just commentating normally on the game. Same with baseball.
I absolutely cannot watch football though because of this - the commentators scream even when nothing is happening.

The only time I ever followed a sports team was when I lived in Chicago in the late '80's. WGN was the only station I could get on the radio at my office in McHenry. Got to hear a lot of Harry Carey and those blasted Nort' Side bums. Frankly, Harry was the only reason to listen to a Cubs game, since they sucked. Ditto with Chuck Swirski and the Bulls when they were carried by WGN.

As for football, you never been to an IUP game in the late 1970's. IUP, at the time, was in the cellar in PCAC West Division during that era. So was the marching band, until they hired Dr. Charles Casavant as the marching band director, and he rebuilt that group into the "Pride of PA, the Beast from the East!" The band, early on, was a lewd, crude and rude bunch. We were known for cursing the other team out in Yiddish, as well as a few other strange cheers (It was a yellow bird, with a yellow bill. He sat upon my window sill. I coaxed him in with a piece of bread. AND THEN I SMASHED HIS WIDDLE HEAD!! !! Being a good example of what happens with a halftime group that gets set off in its own band shell to be ignored by the fans and the cheerleading squad. By my senior year, the joke among the band was "Halftime's over, everyone can go home!" Since the football team still sucked, and the band was the bigger draw to the game.

Otherwise, the only sport I can stomach, other than marching band and drum corps is horse racing.