Monday, August 14, 2006
Roger Clark: Fisherman (for real this time)
The brown polo was back again. This can only mean two things: 1) Roger's going to do something majorly nerdy in the name of news (see Roger Clark: Reporter Guy) or 2) The upcoming report will put even a die-hard NY1 / Roger Clark groupie like myself into a coma of boredom (see any of the reports on the multiple power outages in Queens which, while terrible for the residents of Queens, were even worse for the folks who had to watch Clark try to make discussing them interesting) . Today's segment was on fishing in Great Kills, Staten Island. I'll take Option #2, Vanna.
It's Monday, a day in desperate need of a ratings boost. Similarly, Staten Island, home of the Fresh Kills Landfill, is pretty much the bastard, redheaded step-child of the boroughs, even the outer ones. In general, no one likes Mondays and most folks feel the same way about Staten Island. You throw in fishing and you've got yourself a loser. But there's Clark, in his brown polo, standing on the Great Kills beach (Yes, Staten Island boasts two locations with the words Kills in it. This should be a tip-off to comedians and reporters alike: just don't go there.) talking about how folks love coming to this beach to take their chances on reeling in a big one. This "big one" might include objects other than fish since Clark also felt the need to warn would-be Old Men River that you really shouldn't eat too much of what comes out of these waters due to the pollution. I guess this means the occasional filet of irradiated blue fish or empty oil drum is ok, though.
Man was this segment a snooze-fest. I couldn't even bring myself to laugh when he interviewed two gentlemen sporting fishing poles, red faces and voices that sounded like they were no strangers to the smokes, about the joys of angling at this particular beach. One guy aptly commented that fishing keeps him from watching the news. If every news story were like this one, I too would never tune in. Even Pat Kiernan, always good for a witty comment, seemed glazed over. Roger, by the way, doesn't like to fish because he can't stand to see the hook in the fish's mouth. Oh ok. Zzzzzz.
On the Clark-o-meter scale of 1-10: 2
It's Monday, a day in desperate need of a ratings boost. Similarly, Staten Island, home of the Fresh Kills Landfill, is pretty much the bastard, redheaded step-child of the boroughs, even the outer ones. In general, no one likes Mondays and most folks feel the same way about Staten Island. You throw in fishing and you've got yourself a loser. But there's Clark, in his brown polo, standing on the Great Kills beach (Yes, Staten Island boasts two locations with the words Kills in it. This should be a tip-off to comedians and reporters alike: just don't go there.) talking about how folks love coming to this beach to take their chances on reeling in a big one. This "big one" might include objects other than fish since Clark also felt the need to warn would-be Old Men River that you really shouldn't eat too much of what comes out of these waters due to the pollution. I guess this means the occasional filet of irradiated blue fish or empty oil drum is ok, though.
Man was this segment a snooze-fest. I couldn't even bring myself to laugh when he interviewed two gentlemen sporting fishing poles, red faces and voices that sounded like they were no strangers to the smokes, about the joys of angling at this particular beach. One guy aptly commented that fishing keeps him from watching the news. If every news story were like this one, I too would never tune in. Even Pat Kiernan, always good for a witty comment, seemed glazed over. Roger, by the way, doesn't like to fish because he can't stand to see the hook in the fish's mouth. Oh ok. Zzzzzz.
On the Clark-o-meter scale of 1-10: 2
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