*KGO/ABC7: Fun, responsible, and in good taste, ABC7 and anchors, Dan Ashley, Ama Daetz, Cheryl Jennings and Larry Beil provided a mostly civilized and cohesive broadcast.
Nothing over the top, nothing outrageous and mindful of trying its best to provide thoughtful coverage without going over the top.
One special gold star: Reporter Lyanne Melendez' solid work from Market and Spear. Melendez has been at KGO since 1994, knows the city, (many reporters do not), knows how to report without screaming and yelling. On the other hand, Amy Hollyfield, way too happy and giddy for my taste.
KTVU and KPIX: Frank Somerville: Just incredibly out of place. Everything he read sounded cheesy. Too enthusiastic at times, too maudlin and Ron Burgandy other times...Mark Ibanez sounded like a little kid at a candy store as opposed to co-anchoring with Somerville. Mark is a Giants fan and that's OK because he said it about 400 times, we know Mark, but a few old Candlestick stories is fine--over an hour's worth way too much...Gasia Mikaelian was downright embarrassing looking like a high-school cheerleader and making zero comments of substance. Better partner, Sal Castaneda, a native San Francisco guy whose words sounded more credible than his female counterpart ...KPIX: Ken Bastida and the insufferable Dennis O'Donnell. O Donnell, in particular, forgot he was a NEWS anchor covering a parade, NOT a sports anchor sprouting off sports statistics about the Giants journey into the post-season. O'Donnell kept repeating insignificant sports trivia as opposed to narrating the goings-on on Market Street. Bastida was just OK and that's a shame because he's far better than he delivered --at least he wasn't Roberta Gonzalez asking Barry Bonds, (on a float), if he'd care to cycle with her, (Roberta), soon--"let's get together", she asked Bonds. I don't know if it was a downright flirt or live TV at its most best and hideous --either way, it looked and sounded foolish--sorry, Robby, I like you, but this wasn't your most proud moment.
How does Darya Folsom work in SF? Oh never mind...And then we have the winner: all the giddy, screaming, idiotic, amateurish, out-of-mind, female reporters running, jaunting, and panting their way to various players, dignitaries like a pack of junior-high song queens out of their element. WHY? HOW? This is supposed to be a fun day; it's a fun story and its subject matter is a day at the park. It needn't be an excuse to act like a bunch of complete moronic prom queens, my goodness, too many to name or single out, you know who you are.