When Rachel Nichols first appeared on ESPN, I thought "She's annoying, I'm sure we won't be seeing much more of her." Like the now slender and plastic Wendy Nix before her, I figured that an annoying, mink-haired idiot like Nichols who told a sports story like a 12-year-old girl explaining how she's going to torment her latest enemy wasn't going to last. But she has. Now you can't watch ESPN without being subjected to this woman. It's patently absurd.
Every story she tells sounds exactly the same. She uses the same inflections and tones, and always ends with her "I know what you don't know" smirk at the end. She could be talking about famine in Myanmar or Eddie Jones' jockstrap, everything has the same arc, smirk, and disgusting red hair attached to it. Everything she says sounds like she thinks she's revealing something awesome. "I asked Marc Cuban what he thought of the new Jumbotron and he said, 'All's well that end's well.' This is Rachel Nichols reporting from Dallas." Her singsongy tone rapes each word as it comes out of her mouth, and every mundane detail is smirked at as if she just discovered that penises fit into vaginas and she's explaining this discovery to all of us.
I will continue to trash on ESPN in later blogs, but for now, let's leave Rachel the worst of the bunch. That is, until I get to Stephen A. Smith, Around The Horn, and that toad named Mike Tirico.
Note to reader: PTI is a good show, and I find favor with Dorothy Burke's sultry/deadpan announcing style this week (who the hell is she?) .
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Interesting tidbit -- her father-in-law is director Mike Nichols and her mother-in-law is Diane Sawyer. Good connections. Maybe that's what keeps her on the air?
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