tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046751414407003862.post8492549997870835068..comments2023-10-03T06:37:15.115-05:00Comments on Bob Canada's BlogWorld: Happy 25th Birthday, Star Trek: The Next GenerationBob Canadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07938039612223083995noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046751414407003862.post-35708262448972492252012-09-29T10:34:05.469-05:002012-09-29T10:34:05.469-05:00This didn't seem to fit anywhere in the above ...This didn't seem to fit anywhere in the above post, but I felt like writing it *somewhere.* Consider this the equivalent to a DVD extra.<br /><br />As I stated above, ST:TNG inexplicably and consistently received extremely shabby treatment by my local TV station. This started from the very first episode.<br /><br />I vividly remember the night it premiered. The local station, Channel 10, had been heavily promoting the series for months, saying it would air Saturday, October 3 at 10:30 pm. <br /><br />Finally the premiere date arrived. I was practically beside myself with excitement. 10:30 pm FINALLY arrived, the local news ended, I pushed "record" on the VCR, and... The Bob Knight Show started. What. The. Hell. <br /><br />Bob Knight, as you probably know, was at that time the basketball coach at Indiana University and was considered like unto a god in Indiana. You know him. He's the guy who threw the chair, and the one who in a press conference told a female reporter, "If rape is inevitable, lay back and enjoy it." I think he's the one Morrissey was singing about in the song, This Charming Man.<br /><br />For some unfathomable reason Coach Knight, who lived and worked in Bloomington, had a TV show that aired in Terre Haute, my home town. On his fascinating show he and a co-host would watch highlights of the latest game, and Coach, in his droning monotone, would spout the usual platitudes such as, "Our team gave 110%" or "The other team wanted a win more than we did." It gave the word "soporific" a whole new meaning. <br /><br />Worst of all, this snooze fest lasted an entire hour. I sat there an entire hour glaring at the screen, trying my best to wish Coach Knight into the cornfield, to no avail. <br /><br />Maybe this helps explain why I hate televised sports so much.<br /><br />After an interminable hour that seemed more like six, Coach Knight blew a kiss to the camera and said goodnight, and ST: TNG FINALLY premiered, at 11:30 pm instead of 10:30 pm as their five straight months of ads had promised.<br /><br />No explanation for the delay, no excuses, no apologies. It was a grim harbinger of things to come...<br />Bob Canadahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07938039612223083995noreply@blogger.com