At least the scoreboard won’t lie to me

Posted: Mon, 13 Feb 2017 11:18

At least the scoreboard won’t lie to me

As a relatively fair-weather sport aficionado – who doesn't necessarily subscribe to the tribalism of fandom – I have asked myself on more than one occasion: "why do I care about sport? It's just a bit of fun, right? It doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things!" After all, there are more important things to be worried about aren't there?

The argument against sports' blind loyalism seemed a pretty simple one, and if this were a debate, a pretty easy argument to win. However, recent events have undoubtedly changed this. As one Donald Trump clone on US television recently exclaimed: facts are no longer a 'thing'. Indeed, "… everybody has a way of interpreting them to be the truth or not truth" … apparently.

Ideally, we would reject this statement as one without substance, but we can't. Furthermore, it now feels slightly odd refuting a Trump facsimile by questioning the substance of (or evidence toward) their claim. We know Trump – or, we know as much as post-truths will allow – by now: 'The Donald' is someone who has espoused an unprecedented volume of 'simulated statements', and victory has not slowed the voracity of his untruths. However, at least half of the US population believes that what he says is true, or, at the very least, doesn't care whether it is or not.

There is a ray of sunshine amidst this black cloud. A panacea of sorts: sport. Here are some facts about sport that can never be denied:

  • Leicester City FC won the English Premier League last season
  • The Cleveland Cavaliers won the 2016 NBA Finals
  • Laura Trott won her third and fourth Olympic gold medals in Rio

How do I know these statements to be factual? They were up in lights on the scoreboard. If only scoreboards were on every street corner.

Naysayers have told us for years that society places too much emphasis on sport. And, to a large extent, their rhetoric had a semblance of truth. But, as it currently stands, sport may be the last bastion of truth, here to save us.

Theresa May continues to lead Brexit voters a merry dance, but has she ever refuted Leicester's improbable success of last season? Those who rationalise their 'flat planet earth' opinions by claiming that we would feel the earth gyrating at breakneck speed, have never refuted Usain's Bolts rapidity in winning the 100 metres in Rio de Janeiro. There, look: the scoreboard says so.

Moderators of both the US presidential debate and the mess around Brexit, appear either dumbfounded or catatonic as a result of the current discourse. Scoreboards don't rely on moderation. Instead, they rely on reporting the facts at all times. How many runs are left to chase? The scoreboard tells you. How many timeouts remain? There it is, up in lights, without argument. Scoreboards are unwilling to engage in the zeitgeist or throw mud at an opponent. And while some partisan media outlets award elections and victories with haste, scoreboards refuse to.

If the US presidential election were a sports competition, Hilary would have found herself running away with the championship with a streak of Arsenal-under-George-Graham one-nil victories. The other teams in the competition would decry the banal manner of her victories; the scoreboard wouldn't lie though. Hilary won.

Obviously my conjecture is largely futile. We are leaving the EU. Moreover, the 'Most Powerful Person in the World'™ is a man who openly boasts of sexual assaulting women. The man who has his finger hovering over the nuclear button is the same man who defrauds the vulnerable at the drop of a hat.

"Truth": assassinated by Trump. Rest in peace. America's founding fathers took heed of the will of the people; modern-day advocates of sport have wised-up to the risk of letting 'the people' decide the outcome of anything except the winner of dull, quasi-karaoke song contests.

In a world of nonsense, sport and the scoreboard make sense. There is no ambiguity of who won or lost. Painting your face, removing your shirt in the freezing cold, or bellowing the name of your favourite player doesn't seem so silly now. Instead, a celebration of one of the few sensible things left out there feels like a stand against 'post-truths'.

Brendan King is Impact and Evaluation Manager at Greenhouse Sports

Tags: Sport

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