Tag Archives: Joan Rivers

The look

I’m attending the US Open tonight.  Maria Sharapova and Novak Djokovic are slated to play (not each other) on center court at Arthur Ashe stadium.

It’s always a thrill to watch the top seeds LIVE under the lights.

But if you’ve caught any of the tournament coverage to date, you may have noticed a bizarre preoccupation on behalf of the announcers.  Not on stats or seeds or rivalries or revenge.

This year, it’s all about ‘what you’re wearing.’

John and Patrick McEnroe have anointed themselves the unofficial Joan and Melissa Rivers of ESPN2.  They’ve been doling out fashion advice to male and female tennis players pretty much every match.

Nadia Petrova’s striped tennis dress was deemed ‘too loud; she really needs to seek out some help.’  They seemed to find her outfit a bigger problem than her defeat to Andrea Petkovic. I’ll admit — the stripes aren’t my favorite, either.  But going on and on about her outfit seemed a bit like rubbing salt in the womb after she lost in a three-set tiebreaker.

Rafa Nadal’s neon tennis shoes were ‘a risk, but a good one.’  They did match his outfit, which I thought was cool since there wasn’t a stitch of white on him.  But his match with Teymuraz Gabashvili of Russia was surprisingly competitive — I would have liked to have heard a bit more about this relative unknown.

Even in Andy Roddick’s late night upset by Janko Tipsarevic, there was as much talk about the many tats that Tipsarevic was ‘wearing’ as the lack of energy in Roddick’s game.

I know this is a change of pace for me.  Here I am asking for depth when shallowness is being offered.

But we’re talking John McEnroe here — the snarliest man in sports telling people how to dress and shape their image on the court.  Granted, both his look and personality have improved with age, but I don’t think anyone thinks of him as a style icon.

As we say in the country, ‘it’s hard to escape your raising.’

Funny lady

My motives for seeing the Joan Rivers documentary yesterday were not entirely pure.

I wanted scoop.   I wanted to see Joan raw and exposed.  It’s not that I dislike the woman — I think she’s a comedic trailblazer — but I wanted to see behind the mask that she has paid so much money to keep in place over the years.

And I got all that.  But I didn’t expect to laugh my ass off throughout the show.

The documentary is a ‘year in the life’ of Joan Rivers, and it begins during a particularly low period in her career.  This movie was shot before her win on “Celebrity Apprentice,” and you watch her fight for every booking, every endorsement, every crumb of press she can get.

I’ve never felt so lazy in my life.

My favorite part, though, was seeing her perform her stand-up in venues large and small.  She was funny, she was filthy and she blew the roof off.

I walked in the theater a voyeur.

I walked out a fan.