Kelli Underwood

[Thiele]

A least Kelli lasted not like 1 radio commenator

[dedja]

I can mostly hear Blighty and Kelli and I'm not finding it annoying at all ...

Do don't find Blight annoying? I reckon he is deploreable

[Johno6]

this chick is the most annoying person on tv at the moment... cannot stand her voice, cannot stand the fact she tries to over excite stuff... very fake...

she tries to make committee calls, and it just doesnt work..

no problems with women in footy or anything.... just not her!!!!!!!!

[Adelaide Hawk]

this chick is the most annoying person on tv at the moment... cannot stand her voice, cannot stand the fact she tries to over excite stuff... very fake...

she tries to make committee calls, and it just doesnt work..

no problems with women in footy or anything.... just not her!!!!!!!!

Agreed. It's a bit like sitting there listening to someone scraping their finger nails across a blackboard for 2 hours. Very annoying. I tried watching the Adelaide v Geelong match last weekend and had to switch it off after 10 minutes.

[tatts]

this chick is the most annoying person on tv at the moment... cannot stand her voice, cannot stand the fact she tries to over excite stuff... very fake...

she tries to make committee calls, and it just doesnt work..

no problems with women in footy or anything.... just not her!!!!!!!!

Agreed. It's a bit like sitting there listening to someone scraping their finger nails across a blackboard for 2 hours. Very annoying. I tried watching the Adelaide v Geelong match last weekend and had to switch it off after 10 minutes.

Im with you guys on this one.I think she trys to fake her passion for the game.I have no problem with women in footy but she makes the game boring to listen to.Her voice is just not a good fit for footy.On the up side at least shes not Caroline Wilson

[JK]

Must admit, I didn't see the Cats v Crows game in it's entirety, just the highlights on "The Winners" last night, but from that small bit I thought she was good.

[Wedgie]

Shocking voice, annoyed me so much that I walked outside and watched the North v Sturt debacle instead despite there being less than a goal in it with a couple of minutes of play left. Please no more Geelong games Kelli!

lol@ typical Crow supporter in the paper today accusing her (and the umpiring) of Victorian bias. WTF?

[the joker]

Shocking voice, annoyed me so much that I walked outside and watched the North v Sturt debacle instead. Please no more Geelong games Kelli!

lol@ typical Crow supporter in the paper today accusing her (and the umpiring) of Victorian bias. WTF?

I dont know why a crows supporter would say that, because she is South Australian and a crows supporter, abd for the umpiriing it was bad for Both teams but just a little worst for the Crows, the men in Green had a bad week

[Wedgie]

I dont know why a crows supporter would say that, because she is South Australian and a crows supporter

Because they're ignorant, paranoid an d have a whopping big chip on the shoulder perhaps?

Yes it was the fact she's a South Australian that made me laugh at that comment the most.
I quote "Except for the squeakier voice, she seemed to be just another biased, Victorian-obsessed commentator".
He's probably used to the unbiased calls he normally listens to on 5AA!
What a dick!

[dedja]

Yep, women in men's sport is not on

... apparently

[mal]

Half way thru the 2nd qtr in the HW V SK game I had to turn off the volume
When she commentates in her norMAL voice she was bearable
When she hyped up her call it was like someone scraping thier fingernails on a blackboard ...

Perhaps a slower paced sport for Kelli ?
There is a feMALe cricket commentator that calls cricket games in South Africa
Ive never had a prob with listening to her

The only plus for Kelli is that several MALe footy commentators were ordinary when they first started but after a while were OK

[carey]

this chick is the most annoying person on tv at the moment... cannot stand her voice, cannot stand the fact she tries to over excite stuff... very fake...

she tries to make committee calls, and it just doesnt work..

no problems with women in footy or anything.... just not her!!!!!!!!

the best comment/post on here!

[Gozu]

I thought this was pretty funny in yesterday's Crikey email:

Keeping women in their place: on the Brownlow red carpet. Wearing dresses.

Ben Pobjie writes:

In the latest dispatch from the End of Civilisation, I feel compelled to reveal a harrowing experience I had recently, an experience so disturbing that I have only just stopped shaking enough to write.

There I was, hoping for a relaxing Saturday, sitting down in front of the TV to enjoy a nice day’s football, when something so horrible, so dreadful, so blood-chilling happened that I can scarcely believe it wasn’t a dream.

The football started, the players hurled themselves into action, but as I pumped up the volume I heard it: a woman’s voice.

Let me just repeat that for you: the voice…of a woman. On the football. Calling the action, for all the world like a real commentator. Sitting up there, trying to brainwash us all into accepting her radical feminist agenda through her devious use of subtle subliminal messages contained in phrases like “holding the ball”, “crumbing the spillage”, and “pumps it long”.

Phrases that would normally, when said by proper sportscasters, be innocent and inoffensive, but, like a bible read aloud by Satan, take on a sinister and terrifying timbre when enunciated by this nefarious weekend-infiltrating harpy.

I mean, honestly, what’s going on here? Just how far can “equality” go before men no longer have any sanctuary, no respite, no space where they can safely go to be with other men, to watch other men chasing balls, to listen to other men describing other men chasing balls? Where will it end? Today female football commentators, tomorrow there could be female newsreaders, or female lawyers. Slippery slope, I tell you.

Now, some PC greenie-types will be saying, hey, what’s the big deal? What difference does it make whether the commentator is a man or a woman? Let me ask, have you ever heard a woman’s voice? It’s all high-pitched and tinkly, like wind chimes. Would you want wind chimes commentating on football? Can wind chimes convey the excitement of a speccy? Can wind chimes abuse an umpire? Can wind chimes bellow like a moose when a young man is knocked unconscious by a perfect hip-and-shoulder?

The answer to all these questions, in case you were wondering, is “no”. Although at least wind chimes don’t try to use sport to push an extremist Marxist agenda, like Kelli “Germaine” Underwood.

Fact is, for football, you need a man’s voice. A voice rich with testosterone and muscularity and barely restrained violence. A voice that booms with the authority that can only come from a life spent possessing a Y chromosome.

A woman’s voice just doesn’t have that authority. What’s more, a woman such as Underwood has never even played the game at the highest level. How can anyone properly describe a game that is going in front of their eyes unless they have played that game professionally, or at least possess a similar type of g-nitals to those who have?

It’s not as if women aren’t allowed a place in football. They get to frock up for the cameras on Brownlow night, don’t they? Everyone makes a fuss over them for half an hour or so, makes them feel special. It’s heartwarming, and life-affirming and – this is the most important part -- it keeps everyone in their place. That is, men are in men’s place -- playing football, commentating on football, running major corporations, fixing cars, etc -- and women are in women’s place -- wearing dresses.

Why can’t Kelli Underwood stick to wearing dresses, and unburden herself of these delusions of grandeur? Why do we need this mix-and-matching of gender roles? You don’t see men trying to commentate on childbirth; why would a woman want to commentate on football? Is it supposed to be cute?

So what is the answer? Well, like all problems, the best solution to this one is coercive government action. Legislation must be passed as a matter of urgency stating that all men’s sports must only be commented upon by people who can prove in extensive and invasive medical tests that they are of the male gender -- thus not only preventing Ms Underwood from continuing, but also weeding out some more experienced commentators of whom, to be frank, I have always had suspicions.

I would prefer the legislation to specify that women cannot commentate at all, but I am willing to accept a compromise whereby women can commentate, but only women’s sports, such as netball, MasterChef, and soccer.

Get onto it, pollies. Sport is at the heart of our national character. If it’s going to go all girly and submit to crypto-feminazism, then all those brave Australians who fought and died for this country will have done so in vain. All those -- and I can’t stress this enough -- male Australians.

[Rik E Boy]

Half way thru the 2nd qtr in the HW V SK game I had to turn off the volume
When she commentates in her norMAL voice she was bearable
When she hyped up her call it was like someone scraping thier fingernails on a blackboard ...

Perhaps a slower paced sport for Kelli ?
There is a feMALe cricket commentator that calls cricket games in South Africa
Ive never had a prob with listening to her

The only plus for Kelli is that several MALe footy commentators were ordinary when they first started but after a while were OK

LMAO. What can be slower than St Kilda strangling the life out of Hawthorn in what was truly a horrible game. I ended up watching the Bulldogs play the Eagles because at least they were playing football. In 2007 Geelong were the White Knights of football, winning the flag with direct football and trying to own the corridor. In 2008 we ****** it up and the third shutdown flag in four years occured, thus stifling Football's renaissance before it had a chance to deliver it's bountiful gift to us all. Now this year Ross Lyon has brought back the dim dark ages of 2005 and 2006 when teams won premierships by kicking bugger all goals in defensive slogs.

I would rather see Port Adelaide win a premiership over the unwatchable Saints practising their wierd science. Yeah I want the Cats to win it but if we can't I hope the Pies or the Dogs or heck even Carlton win it because if St Kilda prevails this year we've got lots more 50m arc zoning bullshit to look forward to.

You could have Richard Burton or Marilyn Monroe calling that game it would still be a 5hitburger. The St Kilda era? Wake me up after they go go.

regards,

REB

[silicone skyline]

When she hyped up her call it was like someone scraping thier fingernails on a blackboard ...

Agreed. It's a bit like sitting there listening to someone scraping their finger nails across a blackboard for 2 hours.

Is there an echo in here??

[Psyber]

Her voice doesn't bother me, but then my focus is on the game.
I just want the information and don't care how it is delivered so long as it is readily available and accurate.

[Q.]

http://www.crikey.com.au/2009/08/17/keeping-women-in-their-place-on-the-brownlow-red-carpet-wearing-dresses/

Keeping women in their place: on the Brownlow red carpet. Wearing dresses.
by Ben Pobjie

In the latest dispatch from the End of Civilisation, I feel compelled to reveal a harrowing experience I had recently, an experience so disturbing that I have only just stopped shaking enough to write.

There I was, hoping for a relaxing Saturday, sitting down in front of the TV to enjoy a nice day’s football, when something so horrible, so dreadful, so blood-chilling happened that I can scarcely believe it wasn’t a dream.

The football started, the players hurled themselves into action, but as I pumped up the volume I heard it: a woman’s voice.

Let me just repeat that for you: the voice…of a woman. On the football. Calling the action, for all the world like a real commentator. Sitting up there, trying to brainwash us all into accepting her radical feminist agenda through her devious use of subtle subliminal messages contained in phrases like “holding the ball”, “crumbing the spillage”, and “pumps it long”.

Phrases that would normally, when said by proper sportscasters, be innocent and inoffensive, but, like a bible read aloud by Satan, take on a sinister and terrifying timbre when enunciated by this nefarious weekend-infiltrating harpy.

I mean, honestly, what’s going on here? Just how far can “equality” go before men no longer have any sanctuary, no respite, no space where they can safely go to be with other men, to watch other men chasing balls, to listen to other men describing other men chasing balls? Where will it end? Today female football commentators, tomorrow there could be female newsreaders, or female lawyers. Slippery slope, I tell you.

Now, some PC greenie-types will be saying, hey, what’s the big deal? What difference does it make whether the commentator is a man or a woman? Let me ask, have you ever heard a woman’s voice? It’s all high-pitched and tinkly, like wind chimes. Would you want wind chimes commentating on football? Can wind chimes convey the excitement of a speccy? Can wind chimes abuse an umpire? Can wind chimes bellow like a moose when a young man is knocked unconscious by a perfect hip-and-shoulder?

The answer to all these questions, in case you were wondering, is “no”. Although at least wind chimes don’t try to use sport to push an extremist Marxist agenda, like Kelli “Germaine” Underwood.

Fact is, for football, you need a man’s voice. A voice rich with testosterone and muscularity and barely restrained violence. A voice that booms with the authority that can only come from a life spent possessing a Y chromosome.

A woman’s voice just doesn’t have that authority. What’s more, a woman such as Underwood has never even played the game at the highest level. How can anyone properly describe a game that is going in front of their eyes unless they have played that game professionally, or at least possess a similar type of genitals to those who have?

It’s not as if women aren’t allowed a place in football. They get to frock up for the cameras on Brownlow night, don’t they? Everyone makes a fuss over them for half an hour or so, makes them feel special. It’s heartwarming, and life-affirming and – this is the most important part  — it keeps everyone in their place. That is, men are in men’s place  — playing football, commentating on football, running major corporations, fixing cars, etc  — and women are in women’s place  — wearing dresses.

Why can’t Kelli Underwood stick to wearing dresses, and unburden herself of these delusions of grandeur? Why do we need this mix-and-matching of gender roles? You don’t see men trying to commentate on childbirth; why would a woman want to commentate on football? Is it supposed to be cute?

So what is the answer? Well, like all problems, the best solution to this one is coercive government action. Legislation must be passed as a matter of urgency stating that all men’s sports must only be commented upon by people who can prove in extensive and invasive medical tests that they are of the male gender  — thus not only preventing Ms Underwood from continuing, but also weeding out some more experienced commentators of whom, to be frank, I have always had suspicions.

I would prefer the legislation to specify that women cannot commentate at all, but I am willing to accept a compromise whereby women can commentate, but only women’s sports, such as netball, MasterChef, and soccer.

Get onto it, pollies. Sport is at the heart of our national character. If it’s going to go all girly and submit to crypto-feminazism, then all those brave Australians who fought and died for this country will have done so in vain. All those  — and I can’t stress this enough  — male Australians.

[silicone skyline]

http://www.crikey.com.au/2009/08/17/keeping-women-in-their-place-on-the-brownlow-red-carpet-wearing-dresses/

Keeping women in their place: on the Brownlow red carpet. Wearing dresses.
by Ben Pobjie

In the latest dispatch from the End of Civilisation, I feel compelled to reveal a harrowing experience I had recently, an experience so disturbing that I have only just stopped shaking enough to write.

There I was, hoping for a relaxing Saturday, sitting down in front of the TV to enjoy a nice day’s football, when something so horrible, so dreadful, so blood-chilling happened that I can scarcely believe it wasn’t a dream.

The football started, the players hurled themselves into action, but as I pumped up the volume I heard it: a woman’s voice.

Let me just repeat that for you: the voice…of a woman. On the football. Calling the action, for all the world like a real commentator. Sitting up there, trying to brainwash us all into accepting her radical feminist agenda through her devious use of subtle subliminal messages contained in phrases like “holding the ball”, “crumbing the spillage”, and “pumps it long”.

Phrases that would normally, when said by proper sportscasters, be innocent and inoffensive, but, like a bible read aloud by Satan, take on a sinister and terrifying timbre when enunciated by this nefarious weekend-infiltrating harpy.

I mean, honestly, what’s going on here? Just how far can “equality” go before men no longer have any sanctuary, no respite, no space where they can safely go to be with other men, to watch other men chasing balls, to listen to other men describing other men chasing balls? Where will it end? Today female football commentators, tomorrow there could be female newsreaders, or female lawyers. Slippery slope, I tell you.

Now, some PC greenie-types will be saying, hey, what’s the big deal? What difference does it make whether the commentator is a man or a woman? Let me ask, have you ever heard a woman’s voice? It’s all high-pitched and tinkly, like wind chimes. Would you want wind chimes commentating on football? Can wind chimes convey the excitement of a speccy? Can wind chimes abuse an umpire? Can wind chimes bellow like a moose when a young man is knocked unconscious by a perfect hip-and-shoulder?

The answer to all these questions, in case you were wondering, is “no”. Although at least wind chimes don’t try to use sport to push an extremist Marxist agenda, like Kelli “Germaine” Underwood.

Fact is, for football, you need a man’s voice. A voice rich with testosterone and muscularity and barely restrained violence. A voice that booms with the authority that can only come from a life spent possessing a Y chromosome.

A woman’s voice just doesn’t have that authority. What’s more, a woman such as Underwood has never even played the game at the highest level. How can anyone properly describe a game that is going in front of their eyes unless they have played that game professionally, or at least possess a similar type of genitals to those who have?

It’s not as if women aren’t allowed a place in football. They get to frock up for the cameras on Brownlow night, don’t they? Everyone makes a fuss over them for half an hour or so, makes them feel special. It’s heartwarming, and life-affirming and – this is the most important part  — it keeps everyone in their place. That is, men are in men’s place  — playing football, commentating on football, running major corporations, fixing cars, etc  — and women are in women’s place  — wearing dresses.

Why can’t Kelli Underwood stick to wearing dresses, and unburden herself of these delusions of grandeur? Why do we need this mix-and-matching of gender roles? You don’t see men trying to commentate on childbirth; why would a woman want to commentate on football? Is it supposed to be cute?

So what is the answer? Well, like all problems, the best solution to this one is coercive government action. Legislation must be passed as a matter of urgency stating that all men’s sports must only be commented upon by people who can prove in extensive and invasive medical tests that they are of the male gender  — thus not only preventing Ms Underwood from continuing, but also weeding out some more experienced commentators of whom, to be frank, I have always had suspicions.

I would prefer the legislation to specify that women cannot commentate at all, but I am willing to accept a compromise whereby women can commentate, but only women’s sports, such as netball, MasterChef, and soccer.

Get onto it, pollies. Sport is at the heart of our national character. If it’s going to go all girly and submit to crypto-feminazism, then all those brave Australians who fought and died for this country will have done so in vain. All those  — and I can’t stress this enough  — male Australians.

Wanna read this two posts up Quichey?

[Q.]

[Adelaide Hawk]

When she hyped up her call it was like someone scraping thier fingernails on a blackboard ...

Agreed. It's a bit like sitting there listening to someone scraping their finger nails across a blackboard for 2 hours.

Is there an echo in here??

Gee ... two posters made the same point in the same thread!!!! Doesn't happen does it?