In what is a first for the towers at Rumbles and Grumbles, the contents of the "in box" wasn't a complaint or a legal request to change some words, but a good old gripe from twitter user @ginodb who is also a writer in his own right at mylittlevespa. Would I take a guest blog - too bloody right I would - over to you Gino.
Digital TV, it has revolutionised the way we actually watch the programs on the box. My usefulness as a son came to a juddering end when my dad realised that he no longer needed me to program the video recorder. Even more so when he discovered something called “series link”. Yes, digital recordings mean one thing, “easy peasy on demand TV”.
It comes in handy for things like when you go away and you don’t want to miss your favourite shows, or if someone comes round and you find yourself pressing pause because, you hope they’ll only take a minute of your time.
In today’s age of digital television, social media and mobile technology, it’s hard to not know what is going on, be it in the wider world or in the real world. The later even more so.
Friday afternoon I made a conscious decision. Delete all internet capabilities from my work machine. Saturday morning I deleted all my apps from my iPad. Sunday afternoon I proceeded to wipe my sports apps, social apps and anything relating to the real world from my homescreen. You see, I didn’t want my experience, my enjoyment for a sport I have come to love, be usurped by accidentally finding out the score.
Sunday night was the Superbowl. American Football’s finest taking to the field, a run up which has included the “stuff dreams are made from” in all the articles all week. Two brothers, opposing coaches. One of the hottest, brightest quarterbacks the game has ever seen in his first finals appearance. A linebacker whose past, whilst tainted, has become the symbol of how the modern game is run. He was facing his final ever game.
All this military style operation has gone into action to avoid finding the result. If only the SAS could have discovered my talents sooner...
I thought I had it covered, I thought I had beaten the communication world, I thought I was better than the system. I hadn’t.
No, I never counted on one basic, fundamental communication package. Email. Reserved for Tom Hanks to have a relationship in the early 90’s, my day has been thoroughly ruined by an email from none other than Kitbag and NFL_UK.
You see, someone in their echelons took it upon themselves to send out an email when the game had finished. I received the email at 4 am. I checked my emails at 6 am. My day, was ruined.
It seems they think all NFL fans were awake to watch the game, that all NFL fans were going to be awake until 4 am when they have work the next day. That all NFL fans were so fundamentally stupid that they would find out the result either way. It could have been avoided, they only had to do one thing, change the title of the email.
The email reads “Team X are Superbowl Champions”. Why couldn’t they write “And the Superbowl champions are...” Why couldn’t they make the conscious decision that this was something that perhaps people didn’t want to know until they saw the game?
NFL_UK and Kitbag have dropped the ball here, or is it fumbled the ball in this case? No, they really did make a big mistake. What they have done for many people is ruin any enjoyment that could come from recording the match and waiting to watch it later on another day.
And the email itself? Selling merchandise. Who said sport is dead...