It’s time to sound off on the Masters, Yao Ming and Opening Day.
On this edition of Meltdown Tuesday, we have no choice but to talk about the Masters. As you may have heard, it is a tradition unlike any other. Yes, the Masters have the beautiful setting of Augusta National and the prestige to go along with it, but let’s be real for a minute. The Masters is a giant snoozefest save the final nine holes of a close tournament.
Golf is one of the toughest sports to play … and to watch. The crowd has to be eerily silent while a bunch of heavyset old guys fire away for millions of dollars. There is no adversity to overcome. Most of these men have grown up privileged, silver spoon firmly in mouth. By the way, the Masters has a fun history of being racist and sexist, so there is that, too.
Elsewhere, we have opening week in MLB, where the average temperature at game time in a brisk -28 degrees. Whoa re the geniuses that schedule games on the East Coast to begin the year? Do everyone a favor and either put these games in domes or on the West Coast. Otherwise, it is rain/snowout central.
Finally, we get to the Basketball Hall of Fame and Yao Ming. Ming was a nice player but a Hall of Famer? No more a Hall of Famer than Moochie Norris. What is his defining moment? A commercial.