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This stuff is stupefying, and yet it also seems to be inevitable, maybe even necessary. The baritones in network blazers keep coming up after games, demanding of physical geniuses these recombinant strings of dead clichés, strings that after a while start to sound like a strange kind of lullaby, and which of course no network would solicit and broadcast again and again if there weren‘t a large and serious audience out here who find the banalities right and good. As if the emptiness in these athletes‘ descriptions of their feelings confirmed something we need to believe.
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