Current mood:

geeky

In the name of all non-sports fans, I proclaim this awesome!
Last night after Sarah Palin’s “speech” (I use quotations because it in fact sounded like a jumble of half-sentences from someone on the edge of panic) the news horde went into full gear analyzing the bizarre resignation.

I’m not here to talk about that, but what the reporter said during an interview with Palin’s liaison.

The stand-in for Palin gave a cliché about Basketball, which mirrored similar lines from Palin’s speech (I believe the soon-to-be former governor of Alaska used to play B-ball). This pat response was meant to sound meaningful and powerful, while divulging no information.

The reporter replied, “I don’t know anything about basketball. I know politics. That’s what I’m asking you about.”

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For me? Stunned silence. That’s the answer I’ve been waiting for all my life.

I’m sorry, but do you know how many times I’ve heard sports analogies in my endless sales meetings? Do you know how many times I’ve seen clips of the movie “Rudy” to inspire me? Do you know how the various images of monstrous football players and helmeted baseball folk running about is supposed to vault me to heights of glory?

Now, understand, I have nothing against sports. I just hate that I am expected to know its nuances, to love its trappings and to speak about it with authority because of my genitalia.

I have every intention of internalizing this, and the next time I am slammed with another tired cliché of “our goals are just like those in football” I can respond.

I can say with confidence, “I don’t know anything about football. I know about sales”.