Monday, July 2, 2012

product placement


It may be unladylike; it may be loud and obnoxious, but that’s not what bothers me about all the shrieking in women’s tennis. To me it just seems like a major missed opportunity. Just imagine if instead of shrieking "Ahh-OOO" at 100 decibels players were paid to shriek "LEXUS" or "Nike" or if they are really talented "I can't believe it's not butter". That exposure would be worth an incredible amount more than a thirty second TVC at the change of ends. They are sitting on an absolute goldmine.

It would make sense for sponsors to take on both players in a match so you may have one yelling "Campbell's" and one yelling "Soup". Over a three course match you could hear Campbell's Soup mentioned over 500 times. That's more product placement than The Block and Masterchef put together! Who could resist such advertising power? By the end of the game I know my only decision would be whether to opt for tomato or chicken and noodle.

Potentially the players could also be given a slogan to exclaim in turn, word by word, shot by shot. Not only would this benefit the sponsors, it would also benefit the game immensely. With sponsors willing to pay far more each time their slogan is announced in full, we would no doubt see much longer rallies. Instead of wildly slashing a low percentage return down the line, players would have a major incentive to stick in there for the four or five shots required taken to announce the slogan.

Sponsored shrieking could also do wonders for sports betting. Instead of having the commentators awkwardly insert the current odds into their commentary, you could have the players grunting them out as they played. At the start of a match Serena Williams could be yelling “one dollar ten" while her unseeded opponent could be wailing “six dollars”. After unexpectedly going down a set and two breaks you might then be treated to the sight of Serena smashing her racquet while cursing "four frickin’ dollars". With that level of involvement I know where my rent money would be going.


Celebrate in style

I am disappointed with the way tennis players celebrate these days. All of them just fall on the floor like they have been shot. It is self-indulgent and really boring.

I quite like the traditional celebration of jumping over the net to shake hands with your opponent. It shows exuberance, good sportsmanship and athletic ability.
The other obvious option is that favoured by Andrew Ilie who enjoyed destroying his shirt in post match celebrations. He wasn't trying to show off a six pack - the man just rejoiced in destruction. I hope he bought a monster truck with the winnings from that one tournament he made it to the quarter finals in. I hope he uses it to crush old carollas.

I've seen some pretty amazing celebrations in other sports. Tennis really needs to lift its game.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

At your worst

When we meet new people we generally see them at their best.

It takes ages to see how they are when they are really pissed off, which is unfortunate because I think it important to know what they are like when they lose their shit.

Maybe we need to meet people when they've just had a car crash, suffered a six hour delay at the airport or had their cat run over. Then we'd know.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Not so super

It's pretty sad. These days Superman's alter-ego would just be some unemployed bloke searching in vain for a telephone booth.

I guess the problem is we care more about Superman than Clarke Kent. Real news just isn't interesting to most people. A story about some far flung war is depressing, politicians just spout crap and half the content of the paper is re-hashed press releases anyway.

Despite it being the information age most people are actually becoming less informed. They may know something about the new iPhone release or what is going on with the Kardashians but how many people actually have an idea of what is going on with the world?

Now the Australian media is being controlled by a super-rich super-bitch hell bent on convincing me she should pay less tax. And I have to pay her for the privilege of reading that?






Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Penis mice

When the scientists made a human ear grow on a mouse I thought that was the most disgusting thing ever. Then I thought again. What if they made mice with human penises on them? And what if your house got infested by penis mice? And what if they crawled all over you while you were sleeping? I think that would be the most disgusting thing ever.

Monday, June 18, 2012

a wee bit too competitive

I think competition is a good thing. Without the world would be kind of pathetic. Cadel Evans would be an unremarkable short guy with a bum chin, Tiger Woods would be picking up even trashier cocktail waitresses and Ussain Bolt would probably just be having a doobie, listening to Bob Marley and staring at the participation certificate he got for that year six running race.

I was brought up to be competitive and I find it really hard to switch off. I realised this when I was giving blood today and I was trying to race the other people to see if I could fill up my bag first. I have to say I got a little bit excited when my machine started beeping well ahead of the guy with the cardigan and the woman in the tracky-dacks.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Parking ninjas

I got my first ever parking fine today from some Manly parking ninja who was already on the scene at 8.30 on a Sunday morning. $88 for spending 15 minutes too long in a car space. That is the least fun use of money ever.

It particularly annoys me because of all the stupid penny pinching crap that I subject myself too. 15 minutes less and I could have:

  • Had the fresh tiger prawns rather than the thawed vannamei ones. 
  • Bought fancy imported beer rather than cheap domestic stuff
  • Got my hair cut 
  • Had a New York steak rather than a rump
  • Had some fresh herbs with my pasta
  • Upgraded my phone to something which doesn't get laughed at