This is one of my favorite of Kyle’s videos, not least because I am fairly confident he wrote this sketch after buying (and because of) the jacket.
The voice is absolutely inspired. It brings tears to my eyes. And what makes this lovely and heartwarming is that the joke is never “Aren’t sports stupid.” It’s much more layered than your average “what is sportsball” tweet. It’s about the poverties of language. It’s about ritual. It’s about the JACKET. This beautiful, rare, sports jacket.
“What are you talking about,” Kyle’s interlocutor asks repeatedly, unable to keep himself from laughing. Kyle stiffly points at the quadrants on the Ultimate Sportcoat. Football. Soccer ball. Hockey sticks. SPORTS.
Have you ever watched a toddler grow increasingly frustrated as they try to explain something they feel incredibly passionate about but don’t yet have the words for? Their exasperation approaches the level of art as they realize the limitation of communication; that is what we see here.
Now we’re going have to wait another two whole games. Nichols is on the sideline. Benjels is over there, making the worst calls. Round 2 Versus Nichols. Go Dennison.
The jacket made me nostalgic for that point of time in the not-too-distant past when you could easily find leather jackets that used a variety of colors of leather, basically the leather jacket equivalent of the Golf Harlequin. I liked the general idea but at the same time knew that I couldn’t really pull it off, and maybe no one could except for Mister Terrific.
The jacket made me nostalgic for that point of time in the not-too-distant past when you could easily find leather jackets that used a variety of colors of leather, basically the leather jacket equivalent of the Golf Harlequin. I liked the general idea but at the same time knew that I couldn't really pull it off, and maybe no one could except for Mister Terrific.
So, I grew up in a serious football fan (dad was a former college player) family and honestly, this video gives me such pleasure. For the first, I don’t know, fifteen years of my life, I assumed that they were right in thinking that there was something wrong with me because I didn’t understand or care about all the gd intricacies of that unnecessarily elaborate game. Something wrong with *me*. Then, in middle school, we girls in gym were actually sat down and taught the rules of that unnecessarily elaborate game so that we could appreciate it and/or support loved ones who were actually fans. (Didn’t work.)
I don’t know, it’s just personal, you know? And then to see Toddler Man here going on and clearly being as uninformed as me, really, only having to suffer and do the performance because it’s truly expected of him, what with his sports jacket and all, well, it’s just great. I understand Toddler Man. Just give in. You’ll never be Sports jacket worthy. And you know what? It’s ok. Really. It’s going to be okay.
“benjellllllls!! he’s in charge… and he’s not even at 480 yet!”
I LOST IT.
That’s the same voice as my 5-year-old when I act like I don’t know who Doc McStuffins is
SCORE MORE POINTS TO WIN THE GAAAAME
that is a knockout performance