It May Be Time to Put Chris Berman Out to Pasture
ESPN is doing The Masters this year, which I didn’t realize until I read this.
Berman will have nothing to do with this year’s Masters telecasts, no presence whatsoever. There’s not even a pro-am for ESPN to show him clowning in. Mike Tirico will be the only ESPN person seen through the network’s Thursday and Friday, 4-7 p.m. window. And Tirico is assigned to conduct interviews from Butler Cabin.
The rest of ESPN’s telecasts will be in the hands of CBS and CBS personnel. Berman won’t even be a member of ESPN’s three-man, on-site “SportsCenter” team.
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It stands to reason that even if Berman swore to leave his seltzer bottle and whoopee cushion home – TV announcers choose their words with such gem-cutters’ care during the Masters that the telecasts make for unintended comedy – he was considered by the Masters people and/or ESPN to be a behavioral risk.
Seltzer bottle and whoopee cushion. That’s Berman in five words.
Like every other sports fan under the age of 45, I grew up worshiping at the altar of Berman. It’s been sad to watch him slide into self-parody for the last decade or so. There are younger, better anchors in ESPN’s stable. Van Pelt comes immediately to mind, especially for golf, for crying-out-loud. As for Berman. He’s a professor-emeritus and I suppose he’s earned the right to stay in Bristol as long as he chooses. Maybe they can turn him into a Harry Caray/Spuds McKenzie-type. Send him to the big events to be the grand marshal, but keep him out of the anchor’s chair.