Apparently you’ve had around 300 complaints about the snowboard commentary from Sochi over the weekend.
I would like not to add my voice to that list. In fact, I would like to say that it was the best commentary I’ve heard for a very long time.
If the point of commentary is to inform and add colour to a sporting event, so that the viewer understands what is happening, from the rules to interpreting a run that is scored in a way that isn’t about who comes in fastest/longest/highest, then they achieved fabulously. The metaphors were gloriously inventive and absolutely illuminating, to the extent that even the great Test Match Special Team, doyens of wild sporting riffs, should take a long hard look at their competition.
I understand snowboarding better than ever before, both the rules and the culture, and am ever more impressed at the way that the competitors compete in the best spirit possible and at the joy and enthusiasm for style and spirit, and personal satisfaction as much as for ‘coming first’ – especially in the women’s competition in the morning.
It was a delight to have Aimee Fuller in the commentary box, cheering on all of her peers, regardless of their nationality. I never for one moment thought that she or the commentators were cheering falls, so much as gasping and emotionally riding along with the boarders. Yes it was exciting – yes, maybe they were over-excited in that final run when they realised that Jenny Jones was going to get a medal. Frankly, I’d rather that than the alternative.
I’ve really enjoyed all the coverage from Sochi – and I’ve enjoyed the other commentators on slopestyle and snowboard in the last couple of days. But none so much as on Sunday morning.
Yours, terribly fondly.
(p.s. I’m emailing this to you as well)