Settling For Featureless Politically Correct Faces

I LISTEN TO A LOT OF baseball and basketball on the radio, and I love to listen along, and visualize the action, using what resources I can muster from within. Any information provided by the announcers helps, and it might even be said that the quality of a radio sports announcer can influence how well the listener visualizes the action. Good announcers tell me a lot; what the weather is like at the ballpark, how big the crowd is, but one thing I never know, I never know whether the players are African-american or what they look like, other than height and weight. Their faces, for me, and I assume for all other listeners, are a colorless blank. This, of course, is an unfortunate result of political correctness, the sort of result conservatives complain about when they assert that American society has gone off the deep end with political correct behavioral tyranny. If a radio announcer were ever to tell me: "he's a rookie, with a good left handed bat, good speed, and he's a young black man", said announcer would get fired. Is that really fair? Getting fired, for announcing a ball game, and providing relevant information? Ah, you say such information is "irrelevant", that a person's skin color matters not. But not so fast. Please remember, what the listener is trying to do is form a mental picture of the game, using info from the radio broadcast. Its the most traditional activity, and among the most wonderful, of the radio medium. The realm of the individual imagination. Nothing better. The color of the player's uniforms is relevant. So is the size of the crowd, and the weather, and even what the stadium looks like. If there is a large group of service people in a section of the crowd in uniform, that's relevant, its part of the event being described. All visual imagery conveyed verbally is helpful, and, after all, its what radio is all about. Unfortunately, as long as we live in a hyper political correct environment, we'll just have the let the faces of all the athletes remain a blank, colorless, featureless nothingness within the fabric of their bright uniforms and space-time.