Rohan Connolly, first one way, then the other. Who knows, maybe that's the essence of a good journalist.
Listening to the radio I'll nod in agreement as he slams the pathetic Grand Final "entertainment" or criticises another AFL conflict of interest. Then a minute later I'll shake my head as he bags the "silver spoon" Melbourne management. Hey, bag 'em for incompetance, not privilege. Background wise, they're no different from anyone else at the top.
He'll often take a pot-shot at what he presumes is privilege, it's a theme that runs through most of his commentary. A class warrior from wayback is Rohan. Well, he does work at The Sunday Age.
Anyway, the last two Sundays have seen him at his diametric best.
Last week, with Jason McCartney as it's fulcrum, Connolly wrote an article posing a question most football watchers would have asked at one time or another - When does "heroism" becomes hyperbole?
No doubt the "McCartney as overkill" theme was the controversial lure to pull readers into the article.
I agree there was some overkill, but unfortunately before he'd finished his article, Connolly had morphed off into a rant revealing his own lefty bias.
And in doing so he left himself accused of exhibiting exactly the same misguided media-play he decrys by ridiculously insinuating Ian Chappell's refugee advocacy was somehow a more worthwhile issue than McCartney's trials....
That's why you won't see or hear much of what many would see as heroism from another former Australian cricket captain in Ian Chappell. An outstanding cricketer and one of our best captains, Chappell rose a few more notches again recently with his outspoken views on the immigration debate.
Chappell had watched the Tampa crisis unfold on television, and unlike many of his sporting brethren, felt moved enough not only to join the list of public identities protesting against the Federal Government's intransigence on refugees, and perhaps alienate a significant percentage of people who had been admirers, but to visit the Baxter detention centre and see for himself.
Several months on, last weekend on 3AW, he was still sufficiently moved to declare that the experience had left him feeling "embarrassed to be Australian". Chappell said his wife, Barbara, had reminded him that "bad things happen when good people do nothing".
He responded with a courageous stand which, like the gradual shift in consciousness that marked Australia's involvement in the Vietnam war, might just help soften this Government's apparent flint heart. Given the type of thinking in this country at the moment, it was heroism no less significant.
What, exactly, is so "courageous" about Chappell's stance? A trip to Woomera and a few platitudes uttered in a radio interview hardly constitute the equivalent of McCartney's being blown up in a nightclub and subsequently recovering to become a spokesman for the Bali victims. With or without hyperbole.
Anyway, this week Rohan does a better job with his pre-emptive strike on professional tennis before Seven's Summer of McAvaney opens the floodgates....
Like a significant number of people around my late-30s vintage, the tennis I prefer to recall is the tennis of yesteryear; the Bjorn Borg-John McEnroe Wimbledon stoushes of 1980-81, John Alexander's win over Italy's Adriano Panatta in the decisive fifth rubber of 1977 Davis Cup final at White City, even those epic Pat Cash-Mats Wilander jousts of the 1980s.
The romance of youth, perhaps. But I reckon it's got as much to do with the way an entire sport has allowed itself to be hijacked and cheapened, not just by shallow marketing forces, but the players themselves. The consequences are a modern generation of tennis stars so self-obsessed, shallow and selfish that they are often unintentional comic geniuses.
I used to love tennis and watched many a match through the course of the seventies and early eighties. However, over the last fifteen or so years I've realised - OK, I'm a bit slow on the uptake - there's one inalienable fact that Rohan misses, despite the hype, 99 times out of 100 tennis is a one-dimensional and boring spectator sport.
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