Gertrude Stein might have had SNY in mind when 120 years ago she wrote, “Whenever you get there, there’s no there there.”
While I feel rotten for the employees who lost their jobs on the precipice of Thanksgiving, SNY has been demonstrably short of meeting its longtime newsboy cry of “Get your New York Sports here!”
There is only one reason to watch SNY: Mets telecasts. After that, it might be the weekly Jets postmortems and after that watching UConn’s women’s basketball win by 50 or more while courtside voices marvel at Geno Auriemma’s merciless slaughters.
From SNY’s studios there was rarely a sense that the productions remotely rhymed with New York sports audiences.
