Keith Olbermann's back and he knows you missed him during all those long months since he quit his
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 that 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 Jet 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 the incident, 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 them, right? the media?) and popular culture, Olbermann managed to reference
So glad we got that straightened out.
But Olbermann wasn't just rehashing a now-5-day-old story about an exhibition game injury to prove that 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 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 that 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 soundbites, chasing clicks, manufacturing controversy and the quest to self-brand, he was doing pretty much all of those things: poking the Daily News (a famously contentious publication), rerunning and scathingly narrating news conferences, both empowering and lambasting
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 the Rev.
"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 highpoint 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 that 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 snow storm 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 features
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.