Keith OLBERMANN'S back and he knows you missed him during all those long months since he quit his Current TV gig (or years since he left MSNBC), even if you didn't know it yourself. And so on Monday night he returned to ESPN (and TSN2) where, he will be happy to remind you every eight minutes or so, he helped found ESPN2 and perfect SportsCenter.
He named this ESPN2 show Olbermann, as if he were an iconic motor company or a beer, and opened it in classic Olbermann-ic style. "As I was saying," he greeted the camera, that careful quirk of a smile punctuating a pickup line so smugly flirtatious it could have been lifted from season 1 of The Newsroom, which Olbermann claims to have inspired (though not season 2, which is slightly less smug, certainly less flirtatious, and better.)
And then he was off on a 10-minute, breathless rattling rant about New York Jets coach Rex Ryan and his decision to play quarterback Mark Sanchez in an exhibition game during which he was injured. Well, not so much a discussion of the incident as of the coverage of it, starting with a New York Daily News reporter's tweet that Ryan should be fired, which led to a spurious feeding frenzy and, according to Olbermann, the death of reporting in America (cue, literally, a headstone with "Reporting" engraved on it).
So, nothing overstated or sensational.
During his searing indictment of American media (he knows he's part of it, right -- the media?) and popular culture, Olbermann managed to reference Miley Cyrus, Chris Christie, President Obama and I think Brigadoon, though that may have come later. He couldn't quite bring himself to mention Sharknado (oh, but it's lonely on the high road), though he did.
And honestly, this may be worth a Peabody or at least a Kids Choice Award -- he managed to pointedly correct the misconception that Will Smith and family had been caught on camera at the VMAs slack-jawed with horror over Miley twerking. Internet-fuelled urban myth! They were really slack-jawed with horror over Lady Gaga's performance, Olbermann revealed.
So glad we got that straightened out.
Olbermann wasn't just rehashing a now-five-day-old story about an exhibition-game injury to prove he knows how to accurately caption a VMA photo. He was using it as an Important Example of the Devolution of Journalism in the Internet Age.
"Even in this time of media madness," he said, hitting his signature syncopated syllables like any good preacher, Shakespearean actor or snake-oil salesman, "where controversy has replaced reporting and at least one dying medium is doing anything short of armed robbery to get a dollar out of you, Rex Ryan must be wondering just what on God's gangrened Earth is happening to him."
Of course he has a point. Olbermann always has a point, which he makes by swinging admirably through garlands of verbiage like Tarzan through the jungle vines. He's just having too much fun to realize the jungle is a sound stage and the vines have been placed to ensure maximum swingage.
While KO (as he was referred to throughout the night by graphic devices announcing the various guests) was railing against the dangers of social-media sound bites, chasing clicks, manufacturing controversy and the quest to self-brand, he was doing pretty much all those things: poking the Daily News (a famously contentious publication), rerunning and scathingly narrating news conferences, both empowering and lambasting Twitter (#haveitbothways) and generally mashing up his subject matter into such an unrecognizable stew it could only be identified by one term: Olbermann.
Then he trotted out Jason Whitlock, who is black, and asked him to say a few words about racism.
OK, first they talked a bit about the life of the star athlete in the dog-eat-dog world of digital journalism -- "We're all just fodder to be eaten and used to prop up someone else's relevance," Whitlock said. But then they somehow segued to race, which allowed Whitlock to imagine Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. speaking only to black athletes and chastising them for forgetting their roots.
"So much of the culture is build up your Twitter feed, your celebrity, your platform," he said. "The whole popular culture is so individualist, so denigrating to black masses as a whole."
Actually, that is pretty smart, as was much of what Whitlock had to say. His appearance and their conversation was, in fact, the high point of the hour. Still, some of its power was lost in its blatant positioning (hey, isn't it the anniversary of the March on Washington or something?) and the fact it was followed by features including "Keith Lights," an overly narrated series of sports clips, many of them quite funny. And "This Week in Keith History" didn't help much either.
It is probably not a great idea to argue against the snark-factor, speculative nature and bite-sizafication of bloggy/tweety news when you have a feature called "The Worst Person in the Sports World" (a retread of the Current TV "Worst Person the World"), in which you deride people for their spelling mistakes and make a big deal out of the Farmers Almanac predicting a disastrous snowstorm for this year's Super Bowl. Though you have to love the Farmers Almanac reference.
There was also an interview with Mark Cuban that was mostly a rehash of his appearance on Leno, and a feature called "Time Marches On," which shows Instagram and YouTube videos of athletes, some famous, some not, doing odd things.
All of which was presented in high Olbermann fashion, that tangy mix of self-deprecation and utter arrogance, truth-telling and self-indulgent horse hockey, the poetic and the morbidly self-righteous.
He is truly an embodiment of opposing forces, evoking same -- you love him, you hate him, you hate to love him or love to hate him; it doesn't matter. He's honestly just happy you're watching him talk.
In other words, he hasn't changed a bit.
-- Los Angeles Times