Celtics broadcaster Eddie House and the Beatles

Thursday 2/5/26

Eddie House has become an abomination on the Celtics broadcast.

His employment shows you how the powers-that-be in media think. They'll give a job to a player who was a fringe contributor, or a non-contributor, to a past champion team in that market, simply because he was on the roster.

That's pathetic, right? It should insult your intelligence, but people are so dumb, and sports fans are usually so dumb, that it doesn't. People are too dumb to even recognize when their intelligence is being insulted, which I suppose also suggests that it isn't in the "this bed is just right" sense.

House rants like a drunken man. They beam him in remotely. His camera set-up is garbage, his microphone is garbage. It looks like some early 1990s public access TV production. He's oddly emboldened. He was better at first, but he's bought into this idea of himself as this sage and amusing pontificator, when in reality he comes across a delusional lout. He's become more and more loutish.

Last night he said, "You know what a 'boogawoog' is? A really ugly woman," then cackled.

It just show you the power of the parasocial in our world. I believe it's one of the leading determinators right now.

Once I was supposed to go on the Beatles Sirius radio station to be interviewed. I'll get into this at length later, because I want to expose these fools at the station properly and get that going on internet searches, which involves putting their names in the title of an entry.

Then they reversed after months of stringing me along and said no--in the most insulting fashion, and were stupid enough to put that in an email--because they only wanted people who had "experiental" access to the Beatles, like a woman who once served a coffee to George Harrison and and another who had checked Ringo Starr's coat.

Fascinating.

Again, pathetic. This is what our culture puts an emphasis on. Not knowledge, not something that shapes how you might think, adds to your life, something you can enjoy being exposed to and knowing and thinking about yourself, but this pathetic six degrees or whatever of separation thing that these powers-that-be favor which is for losers. Hangers on. But without being there to hang on tangentially and instead in this delusional, embarrassing way. Like trying to suck the dick of a ghost. Living to suck that ghost dick. Suck as many ghost dicks as possible. Get on those knees and fellate some air. Yeah! Deep throat that oxygen!

Again, why be alive if you're like this? Move on. Try that next world.

Something is mainstreamed like that, and it's going to become how everyone else thinks, too, because people can't think, and shit just rubs off on them and they're basically just these shit-painted post-humans. Then you get Eddie House and this kind of thinking and all hires being made in following from this kind of thinking, and this becomes City Hall, if you will, the way of things, unquestioned usually.

I think House thinks he's like Muhammad Ali, this mellifluous, jive-talking soulful, "keeping it real with you all" conversational poet Black guy, and because of a checked box can get away with more in the name of freedom or some kind of similar nonsense and account of what a people are owed, but he's just an abrasive dick.

And an abrasive homer dick, incapable of being impartial or providing insight and being more like some green sunglasses-wearing idiot mascot with a hardly hidden misogynist streak that makes me think this guy must have been a terror on the road back when he was playing with women whom I could easily see him referring to as "road beef."

People ragged on Tommy Heinsohn, but that was the associative. That is, once this thing gets into a main crosscurrent of the zeitgeist, people just say that thing and think that thing is true. The New Yorker is the best magazine ever, Caitlin Clark is the best women's basketball player ever, the Beatles are the best band ever, none of which things are true.

But people aren't delving and parsing. Hell, they're not even thinking. They don't how to. Most people are so stupid now that they actually think the term "critical thinking" means being negative or a critic.

Heinsohn may have wanted the Celtics to win, but he was very fair in his criticism of them. He was harder on them than the other team and than he ever was the officials. Don't believe me? Go find a Heinsohn Celtics broadcast on YouTube and actually listen to what he says, then come back here to this entry. Hi. See? I said this to you, you went in with that in your mind, and you see I was spot on with this thing I said that was contrary to the "official take/consensus."

So how much else is like that? Because I can do it with thousands of other things. People scarcely think. The associative makes them think even less. Virtually no one thinks for themselves. There may be less than ten people in the world who truly do.

Go and listen to a national broadcast that Heinsohn did. He's right down the middle. His phraseology is team and outcome neutral. He was a smart guy, a man with many passions in life. A thinker. As a ballplayer, a coach, a broadcaster, a painter, a partner, a person.

Have a read of John Powers' fine book, The Short Season, which is about the Celtics' 1977-78 campaign, with Heinsohn as the team's head coach who was fired mid-season. In his press conferences, he was referencing Shakespeare as a man who had clearly read the plays. You've gone from that to the likes of Eddie House.

House is emblematic of almost everything in our society now in that you can't take it seriously because it isn't serious. What's serious is that this is the norm, and when that norm is inescapable and total, then people acclimate themselves to it and it becomes this de facto, accepted, unchallenged thing that is "just how it is."

I've said time and again that the single biggest problem in our world right now is that people can't tell what anything is. You take something that is terribly written, which even has every word spelled incorrectly, and you hand it to someone, and they don't know. They think it's fine. They'd do it that way. They don't know better, don't have the requisite education how to spell "apple," so no one is the wiser, and this becomes how everyone writes and reads, as such. What's to stop it? Who's to stop it?

Then we glamorize being a shout-y lout, volume is this God, the din is total, there's no sense, no insight, and any effort to provide sense or insight is seen as this attack on the proper world order and how people wish to think of themselves, which has no basis in truth, but that's okay, because it's a post-truth world. But is it okay? Because most people hate their lives, hate themselves, and try to numb themselves to this and what they are, because it's too hard to deal with that.

So they seek out things and people that abet them in this process of denial, avoidance. Sealing over their brain so that nothing can get in and impel them to think, until they lose the ability to think and thus risk less pain. Except that being like this adds up to a horrible fucking life, a life not worth living, a life that is not lived, while being controlled by evil, avaricious people--like politicians and billionaires. An Eddie House isn't just one guy. Not really. He's indicative of how it works, a kind of everyman of the broadcast media system.