The way I see it...more professional players should be loyal to their teams. Now, I know there are a lot of politics and economics that go into these decisions of free agency - it's not always a matter of choice. But, sometimes, it is. Like Dwyane Wade, for example. I'm glad he stayed in Miami. I don't have a particular attachment to the Heat - or to Wade, for that matter - but I like loyalty. Wade is from Chicago and was tempted by a lucrative offer to play for the Bulls, yet he chose to stay with the team he had "grown up" with. And that makes the sport more meaningful.
Too often in professional sports, athletes seem to become desensitized. Sure there are some rivalries in professional sports - the Lakers/Celts, Yankees/Red Sox, Colts/Pats (why do the greatest rivalries all involve Boston teams?) - and everyone wants to win. But in the transition from college to pro, a lot of athletes seem to lose that spirit that makes amateur sports so exciting. No longer are the athletes playing for love of town, school, or country. They're playing for money. And while the almighty dollar is motivating, it's hardly inspiring.
On the other hand, if a pro athlete sticks with his same team, he can build that strong connection that's so often lacking at the top level. Wade already had a connection with the people of Miami - he doesn't have to start over. He knows the fans, he knows the team, he knows the area - he's playing for the things he knows, and theoretically, cares about.
LeBron James has an opportunity to do the same - and he should take it. I don't care what other teams are offering, they can't offer the spirit of Cleveland - a team that has loved LeBron, and that he has loved in return. A chance to be loyal to a team and build that team spirit. And, unlike Miami for Wade, Cleveland has the bonus for LeBron that he grew up there and was already loyal to the city.
In my opinion, there is no other alternative for LeBron. Stay with Cleveland. It's a win-win. If he gets the championship he's so hungry for, he will have one of the most satisfying victories in sports history and he will be given a key to the city. If he doesn't win the championship but he stays with his team, he still will have the hearts of the entire city of Cleveland - and no other team (certainly not the fickle New Yorkers) can ever promise that.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Selig's ruling by the rules
The way I see it, Bud Selig made the right call - at least, technically speaking.
Since Wednesday's would-have-been-perfect game by Armando Galarraga, there has been lots of talk about what should have been done after the fact. Yes, both Galarraga and James Joyce took the high road - Joyce by admitting his error, Galarraga by extending grace and acknowledging that everyone makes mistakes. But, still, a wrong was committed, and no one likes to see injustice. So, this week, Bud Selig took a look at the game to see if it could be overturned, and he ruled to let it stand. To say that decision was controversial would be one of the great understatements of the year. But, as I read the rules of baseball, it sounds like Selig made the right decision, like it or not. And that's just what I did this week - read the rules of baseball. In so doing, I learned some valuable information:
Rule 3.09 - Players in uniform shall not address or mingle with spectators, nor sit in the stands before, during, or after a game. No manager, coach or player shall address any spectator before or during a game. Players of opposing teams shall not fraternize at any time while in uniform.
I guess the chances of me catching a Twins game and Joe Mauer at the same time aren't looking so good.
1.11i - A league may provide that the uniforms of its member teams include the names of its players on their backs. Any name other than the last name of the player must be approved by the League President. If adopted, all uniforms for a team must have the names of its players.
Ochocinco probably would not do well in this league (although in terms of rule-violations, he's not doing so hot in the NFL, either.)
While we're on the subject of uniforms, rules 1.11a-i are extremely detailed, and might I say, anal? (1.11a even has three subpoints.) However, since the baseball uniform is my favorite, and it always looks clean and fresh, I will not complain.
And, finally, back to the matter of hand. Related to overturning game decisions, the rules are as follows:
4.19 PROTESTING GAMES. Each league shall adopt rules governing procedure for protesting a game, when a manager claims that an umpire’s decision is in violation of these rules. No protest shall ever be permitted on judgment decisions by the umpire. In all protested games, the decision of the League President shall be final. (Emphasis mine.)
Even if it is held that the protested decision violated the rules, no replay of the game will be ordered unless in the opinion of the League President the violation adversely affected the protesting team’s chances of winning the game.
Rule 4.19 Comment: Whenever a manager protests a game because of alleged misapplication of the rules the protest will not be recognized unless the umpires are notified at the time the play under protest occurs and before the next pitch, play or attempted play. A protest arising on a game-ending play may be filed until 12 noon the following day with the league office.
First of all, the Tigers never officially protested the game. They had won and the final call would have in no way affected the outcome. So, really, there was nothing for the commish to even rule on.
But, for the sake of argument, let's say they had protested. The rules clearly state that games can only be overturn for violations of rules, not of judgments. Joyce's call was unfortunate, but it was a case of bad judgment - he judged the batter safe, when clearly the baseman had beat him to the plate. However, no rules were broken - no foul play, no one out of bounds, no illegal moves of any kind, by player, coach, or umpire. Selig's hands are tied by the rule book he was hired to uphold.
Do I wish that the call would have been overturned? Yes and no. I would have liked to see this pitcher get his perfect game - it's an achievement few can claim. But, Galarraga still would not have received the same immediate post-game adulation and celebration that he would have had Joyce not blown the call in the first place; he would have had a stat and little else. Without the stat, though, he has received so much respect and recognition for his character, because of the way he has handled the whole situation, which will take him a lot further in life than his throwing arm will (and last a lot longer, too).
So, while I do hate injustice, I applaud how everyone has responded, even Selig for sticking to the rules of the game. And, from now on, the Tigers have a fan in me - at least when Galarraga is pitching.
(Thanks to the MLB website for the rule book.)
Since Wednesday's would-have-been-perfect game by Armando Galarraga, there has been lots of talk about what should have been done after the fact. Yes, both Galarraga and James Joyce took the high road - Joyce by admitting his error, Galarraga by extending grace and acknowledging that everyone makes mistakes. But, still, a wrong was committed, and no one likes to see injustice. So, this week, Bud Selig took a look at the game to see if it could be overturned, and he ruled to let it stand. To say that decision was controversial would be one of the great understatements of the year. But, as I read the rules of baseball, it sounds like Selig made the right decision, like it or not. And that's just what I did this week - read the rules of baseball. In so doing, I learned some valuable information:
Rule 3.09 - Players in uniform shall not address or mingle with spectators, nor sit in the stands before, during, or after a game. No manager, coach or player shall address any spectator before or during a game. Players of opposing teams shall not fraternize at any time while in uniform.
I guess the chances of me catching a Twins game and Joe Mauer at the same time aren't looking so good.
1.11i - A league may provide that the uniforms of its member teams include the names of its players on their backs. Any name other than the last name of the player must be approved by the League President. If adopted, all uniforms for a team must have the names of its players.
Ochocinco probably would not do well in this league (although in terms of rule-violations, he's not doing so hot in the NFL, either.)
While we're on the subject of uniforms, rules 1.11a-i are extremely detailed, and might I say, anal? (1.11a even has three subpoints.) However, since the baseball uniform is my favorite, and it always looks clean and fresh, I will not complain.
And, finally, back to the matter of hand. Related to overturning game decisions, the rules are as follows:
4.19 PROTESTING GAMES. Each league shall adopt rules governing procedure for protesting a game, when a manager claims that an umpire’s decision is in violation of these rules. No protest shall ever be permitted on judgment decisions by the umpire. In all protested games, the decision of the League President shall be final. (Emphasis mine.)
Even if it is held that the protested decision violated the rules, no replay of the game will be ordered unless in the opinion of the League President the violation adversely affected the protesting team’s chances of winning the game.
Rule 4.19 Comment: Whenever a manager protests a game because of alleged misapplication of the rules the protest will not be recognized unless the umpires are notified at the time the play under protest occurs and before the next pitch, play or attempted play. A protest arising on a game-ending play may be filed until 12 noon the following day with the league office.
First of all, the Tigers never officially protested the game. They had won and the final call would have in no way affected the outcome. So, really, there was nothing for the commish to even rule on.
But, for the sake of argument, let's say they had protested. The rules clearly state that games can only be overturn for violations of rules, not of judgments. Joyce's call was unfortunate, but it was a case of bad judgment - he judged the batter safe, when clearly the baseman had beat him to the plate. However, no rules were broken - no foul play, no one out of bounds, no illegal moves of any kind, by player, coach, or umpire. Selig's hands are tied by the rule book he was hired to uphold.
Do I wish that the call would have been overturned? Yes and no. I would have liked to see this pitcher get his perfect game - it's an achievement few can claim. But, Galarraga still would not have received the same immediate post-game adulation and celebration that he would have had Joyce not blown the call in the first place; he would have had a stat and little else. Without the stat, though, he has received so much respect and recognition for his character, because of the way he has handled the whole situation, which will take him a lot further in life than his throwing arm will (and last a lot longer, too).
So, while I do hate injustice, I applaud how everyone has responded, even Selig for sticking to the rules of the game. And, from now on, the Tigers have a fan in me - at least when Galarraga is pitching.
(Thanks to the MLB website for the rule book.)
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Ochocinco is a little boy's hero
It is no secret to anyone who knows me for more than about a minute, that I'm a big Chad Ochocinco fan. Yeah, he runs his mouth, but it's all in good fun, and he is a talented football player. But, funny goes a long way with me, even in football (see Peyton Manning's SNL appearance).
But, I also love Ocho because he has a heart. I follow him on Twitter, and he's always inviting fans to dinner or movies - anyone who shows up is on him. Even more significantly, former teammate TJ Houshmandzadeh had this to say about him:
"He truly does care about his fans. I remember one time we saw somebody whose car had broken down, and Chad talked to the guy about football and gave him, like $200 to deal with his car. Another time, really early in our careers, we were doing something in the community and had a limo; Chad had the driver take us into the 'hood in Cincy. He saw these three kids throwing a football and said, 'Where are your parents at?' He got permission to take the kids shopping at Deveroes. He hooked them up - shoes, video game consoles and more. Just because." (Sporting News Magazine)
What happened recently, though, beats out any story you've heard for the Good Guy of the Year award.
A few months or so ago, a nine year old boy named Ruben, who lives with his mother in a New York City homeless shelter, wrote a fan letter to Ocho, and received an autographed jersey in return. That's kinda nice by itself. But the story gets better.
Ruben wrote a second letter to Ocho, that in the words of one Yahoo blogger, would have "melted the heart of the hardest individual":
Mr. Johnson, you really make me happy. One of my goals in my future life is to be just like you when I grow up. I wonder who was your role model when you were little? I have three role model(s) in my life that's my mom, Mr. President Barack Obama and my favorite football player Mr. Chad Johnson. To me you are the best football player in the NFL. May God bless you and your family happy holidays.
Then, as part of the Children Mending Hearts charity program, Ruben was awarded his dream trip to a football camp, thanks to the generosity of Deion Sanders. But, what Ruben didn't know was that Ochocinco was actually going to present the award.
How many NFL players do you know that would take the time out to meet with a little boy?
And, as if the story could even get any better, that day was also Ruben's birthday. And Ocho led the crowd in "Happy Birthday." (You can watch the whole video at the end of this post - it's worth watching. My words do not do it justice.)
I don't care if Chad never scores another touchdown in his life, he'll still be my favorite, because he cares about people. And that goes a lot further than 100 yards.
But, I also love Ocho because he has a heart. I follow him on Twitter, and he's always inviting fans to dinner or movies - anyone who shows up is on him. Even more significantly, former teammate TJ Houshmandzadeh had this to say about him:
"He truly does care about his fans. I remember one time we saw somebody whose car had broken down, and Chad talked to the guy about football and gave him, like $200 to deal with his car. Another time, really early in our careers, we were doing something in the community and had a limo; Chad had the driver take us into the 'hood in Cincy. He saw these three kids throwing a football and said, 'Where are your parents at?' He got permission to take the kids shopping at Deveroes. He hooked them up - shoes, video game consoles and more. Just because." (Sporting News Magazine)
What happened recently, though, beats out any story you've heard for the Good Guy of the Year award.
A few months or so ago, a nine year old boy named Ruben, who lives with his mother in a New York City homeless shelter, wrote a fan letter to Ocho, and received an autographed jersey in return. That's kinda nice by itself. But the story gets better.
Ruben wrote a second letter to Ocho, that in the words of one Yahoo blogger, would have "melted the heart of the hardest individual":
Mr. Johnson, you really make me happy. One of my goals in my future life is to be just like you when I grow up. I wonder who was your role model when you were little? I have three role model(s) in my life that's my mom, Mr. President Barack Obama and my favorite football player Mr. Chad Johnson. To me you are the best football player in the NFL. May God bless you and your family happy holidays.
Then, as part of the Children Mending Hearts charity program, Ruben was awarded his dream trip to a football camp, thanks to the generosity of Deion Sanders. But, what Ruben didn't know was that Ochocinco was actually going to present the award.
How many NFL players do you know that would take the time out to meet with a little boy?
And, as if the story could even get any better, that day was also Ruben's birthday. And Ocho led the crowd in "Happy Birthday." (You can watch the whole video at the end of this post - it's worth watching. My words do not do it justice.)
I don't care if Chad never scores another touchdown in his life, he'll still be my favorite, because he cares about people. And that goes a lot further than 100 yards.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Sports Illustrated - Curse or Coincidence?
The way I see it...the Celtics are just one more victim of the Sports Illustrated curse. Now, I'm not usually one to be superstitious - the Best Actress Oscar curse, for example, is a bunch of hooey. But, there just may be something to this SI jinx.
It seems that whenever someone(s) grace the cover of the magazine, something terrible happens to them shortly thereafter. They get injured. They lose. They die. Or, as is the case with the most recent incident, they go from leading the NBA Eastern Conference finals 3-0 and off a resounding 23 point victory, to barely hanging onto the series at 3-2. Both of those Celtic losses were immediately after Rajon Rondo appeared on the most recent issue of Sports Illustrated.
If the Celts can win tonight, they will break the curse. And to be fair, they've broken it before, like in 2008 when the Big Three appeared on the cover, only to later that year win their 17th championship.
But, still...this curse does seem to have some backing to it. I did some research, courtesy of Wikipedia, my favorite always-reliable reference, and I found some really interesting anecdotes. Here are just a few:
1954 - The first instance of the curse occurred with the first person to ever appear on the cover: Milwaukee Braves 3rd baseman Eddie Mathews. After his appearance in SI, the Braves ended a nine-game winning streak and Mathews later missed 7 games with a broken hand.
1958 - One of the saddest examples. Four days after appearing on the cover, race car driver Pat O'Connor died on the first lap of the Indianapolis 500.
1961 - Just three years later, the same thing happened to 16 year old Laurence Owen, the 1961 U.S. National and North American Figure Skating Champion dubbed "America's Most Exciting Girl Skater." Two days after her cover was released, she was killed in a plane crash en route to the World Figure Skating Championships.
1978 - Pete Rose appeared on the cover the same week that his 44-game hitting streak ended.
2003 - The University of Oregon appeared on the cover cover after starting 4-0 and upsetting Michigan. They lost their next four games.
2008 - New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady appeared on the cover of the NFL season preview issue. Brady tore the ACL and MCL in his left knee minutes into the season opening game to the Kansas City Chiefs.
2009 - Indianapolis Colts' Peyton Manning appeared on the cover "Inside the Helmet of the League's Most Cerebral Quarterback" - the Colts lost 31-17 in SB XLIV. (This one proves the curse is true - because there can obviously be no other explanation for this loss.)
2010 - Kentucky point guard John Wall was featured in January. The next week, 19-0 Kentucky would suffer their first loss to 11-8 South Carolina.
2010 - The "Core Four" of the Yankees (Derek Jeter, Mariano Rivera, Andy Pettitte, and Jorge Posada)appeared on the cover. By the next week, all but Jeter were injured.
And I could go on. So, I'm not saying there IS a curse; I'm just not saying their isn't. Depending on how this series plays out for the Celtics, I may be swayed one way or the other. Time will tell.
What do you think?
(Thanks, wikipedia, for your helpful information.)
It seems that whenever someone(s) grace the cover of the magazine, something terrible happens to them shortly thereafter. They get injured. They lose. They die. Or, as is the case with the most recent incident, they go from leading the NBA Eastern Conference finals 3-0 and off a resounding 23 point victory, to barely hanging onto the series at 3-2. Both of those Celtic losses were immediately after Rajon Rondo appeared on the most recent issue of Sports Illustrated.
If the Celts can win tonight, they will break the curse. And to be fair, they've broken it before, like in 2008 when the Big Three appeared on the cover, only to later that year win their 17th championship.
But, still...this curse does seem to have some backing to it. I did some research, courtesy of Wikipedia, my favorite always-reliable reference, and I found some really interesting anecdotes. Here are just a few:
1954 - The first instance of the curse occurred with the first person to ever appear on the cover: Milwaukee Braves 3rd baseman Eddie Mathews. After his appearance in SI, the Braves ended a nine-game winning streak and Mathews later missed 7 games with a broken hand.
1958 - One of the saddest examples. Four days after appearing on the cover, race car driver Pat O'Connor died on the first lap of the Indianapolis 500.
1961 - Just three years later, the same thing happened to 16 year old Laurence Owen, the 1961 U.S. National and North American Figure Skating Champion dubbed "America's Most Exciting Girl Skater." Two days after her cover was released, she was killed in a plane crash en route to the World Figure Skating Championships.
1978 - Pete Rose appeared on the cover the same week that his 44-game hitting streak ended.
2003 - The University of Oregon appeared on the cover cover after starting 4-0 and upsetting Michigan. They lost their next four games.
2008 - New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady appeared on the cover of the NFL season preview issue. Brady tore the ACL and MCL in his left knee minutes into the season opening game to the Kansas City Chiefs.
2009 - Indianapolis Colts' Peyton Manning appeared on the cover "Inside the Helmet of the League's Most Cerebral Quarterback" - the Colts lost 31-17 in SB XLIV. (This one proves the curse is true - because there can obviously be no other explanation for this loss.)
2010 - Kentucky point guard John Wall was featured in January. The next week, 19-0 Kentucky would suffer their first loss to 11-8 South Carolina.
2010 - The "Core Four" of the Yankees (Derek Jeter, Mariano Rivera, Andy Pettitte, and Jorge Posada)appeared on the cover. By the next week, all but Jeter were injured.
And I could go on. So, I'm not saying there IS a curse; I'm just not saying their isn't. Depending on how this series plays out for the Celtics, I may be swayed one way or the other. Time will tell.
What do you think?
(Thanks, wikipedia, for your helpful information.)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Oh, Philly - where's your brotherly love?
The way I see it...Philadelphia needs to control its fans. The Eagles have long had a problem with their fans, beginning with the infamous 1968 loss to the Vikings, in which fans pelted Santa Claus with snowballs (even if the fans were just expressing frustration at the team and its management, you can't take it out on Santa, for goodness sake!) Then, in 1999, when Michael Irvin landed on his head, Eagles fans cheered, and cheered again as the stretcher was wheeled out to his motionless body. Pretty low, if you ask me. Their former stadium even had a section known as the Nest of Death, and a jail inside the stadium - with a court and a judge. You know - it comes in handy.
The Eagles aren't the only Philly team to earn the worst-fans label, though. The Phillies are no better. (I would say things about the 76ers, too, but they have enough problems without me picking on their fans.) In 1999 - which seems to have just been a rough year in Philadelphia all the way around - fans threw D batteries at J.D. Drew, because he hadn't signed with the Phillies who had drafted him, but rather with the Cardinals a year later. But even worse than that, when Matthew Scott, the first US hand-transplant recipient was asked to throw out the home-opening pitch of the 1999 season and the ball dribbled across home plate, the fans booed. A hand transplant recipient was booed on a ceremonial pitch. Just let that sink in for a minute.
It seems that lately, Philly is at it again. Earlier this month, a stupid teenager got the bright idea to run across the field at Citizen's Bank Park. He wasn't even streaking, so really, by Philly standards, this was a pretty tame offense. But stupid, nevertheless. As was the response by the Phillies' security, who tasered the poor kid. Seems the out-of-control behavior is spreading.
But there is one story that wins the prize for worst fan behavior. Ok, maybe second place prize - pretty sure nothing can beat booing Matthew Scott. But this dubious honor is awarded to a case that was settled just yesterday of a Phillies' fan who vomited on an off-duty cop and his little girl - on purpose.
It seems that in April, Matthew Clemmens, the vomiter, and his buddy were being pretty obnoxious throughout a Phillies-Nationals game. After Michael Vangelo, the cop, and his daughters had asked Clemmens and Friend to clean up their acts, the buddy was ejected, which, naturally, caused Clemmens to lean over Vangelo and his eleven year old daughter and vomit on them. Because isn't that what you do when you're irritated with someone? No? Really?
Clemmens did plead guilty, and the charges were dropped. But the point is, he was a Phillies fan, following in the great tradition of Philadelphia fans who have gone before. And, he probably will not be the last, leading me to the conclusion that something needs to be done in that city - and soon before someone really gets hurt.
Thanks to this article by Thom Loverro of the Washington Times for some of the background Philly horror stories.
The Eagles aren't the only Philly team to earn the worst-fans label, though. The Phillies are no better. (I would say things about the 76ers, too, but they have enough problems without me picking on their fans.) In 1999 - which seems to have just been a rough year in Philadelphia all the way around - fans threw D batteries at J.D. Drew, because he hadn't signed with the Phillies who had drafted him, but rather with the Cardinals a year later. But even worse than that, when Matthew Scott, the first US hand-transplant recipient was asked to throw out the home-opening pitch of the 1999 season and the ball dribbled across home plate, the fans booed. A hand transplant recipient was booed on a ceremonial pitch. Just let that sink in for a minute.
It seems that lately, Philly is at it again. Earlier this month, a stupid teenager got the bright idea to run across the field at Citizen's Bank Park. He wasn't even streaking, so really, by Philly standards, this was a pretty tame offense. But stupid, nevertheless. As was the response by the Phillies' security, who tasered the poor kid. Seems the out-of-control behavior is spreading.
But there is one story that wins the prize for worst fan behavior. Ok, maybe second place prize - pretty sure nothing can beat booing Matthew Scott. But this dubious honor is awarded to a case that was settled just yesterday of a Phillies' fan who vomited on an off-duty cop and his little girl - on purpose.
It seems that in April, Matthew Clemmens, the vomiter, and his buddy were being pretty obnoxious throughout a Phillies-Nationals game. After Michael Vangelo, the cop, and his daughters had asked Clemmens and Friend to clean up their acts, the buddy was ejected, which, naturally, caused Clemmens to lean over Vangelo and his eleven year old daughter and vomit on them. Because isn't that what you do when you're irritated with someone? No? Really?
Clemmens did plead guilty, and the charges were dropped. But the point is, he was a Phillies fan, following in the great tradition of Philadelphia fans who have gone before. And, he probably will not be the last, leading me to the conclusion that something needs to be done in that city - and soon before someone really gets hurt.
Thanks to this article by Thom Loverro of the Washington Times for some of the background Philly horror stories.
Super Bowl XLVIII - New York, New York
The way I see it...it's only fair that New York get a Super Bowl. The same concept that's behind moving the Olympics around applies here - share the wealth. Really, think about it. Why should only the warm states get all the revenue that inevitably comes from hosting the Super Bowl? Well, warm states and dome states. New York should be able to have some of the fun - it's only fair.
The obvious argument against the Super Bowl in New York is that it's, well, FRIGID in New York in February, and the Meadowlands, is, of course, an open-air stadium. But, that's part of the atmosphere of football. It adds a unique element to the game - everyone's in this together, huddled together, drinking together, cheering together. Cold weather didn't keep people out of the 2008 Ice Bowl II NFC championship (Go Giants!) - or out of any Packers' game, for that matter - and I'm pretty confident that it won't keep anyone out of the Super Bowl, either. Let's play a game: I dare you to ask twenty people if they would skip the Super Bowl if it was outside in below-freezing temperatures. If you find more than one person, I'll wear a Patriots jersey for a day.
I also like the prospect that the Giants (or Jets) might get to play on their home turf. New York fans, say what you will about them, love their teams. It'd be exciting for New Yorkers to be able to celebrate their team(s) being in the Super Bowl - in their own city. (I would say this would be the first time this home-court advantage in a Super Bowl will have happened, but the Colts will likely take that honor in 2012. Right, Peyton?) But a word of warning - if both teams are in the Super Bowl, the universe might explode. Way too much excitement to be contained in one stadium or one city, even one the size of New York.
So, kudos to you, New York. I'm happy for you, and I'm glad the NFL sided with you on this one. Here's to 2014, when I will still be in my 20s, and hopefully, freezing in the stands of a historic Super Bowl.
The obvious argument against the Super Bowl in New York is that it's, well, FRIGID in New York in February, and the Meadowlands, is, of course, an open-air stadium. But, that's part of the atmosphere of football. It adds a unique element to the game - everyone's in this together, huddled together, drinking together, cheering together. Cold weather didn't keep people out of the 2008 Ice Bowl II NFC championship (Go Giants!) - or out of any Packers' game, for that matter - and I'm pretty confident that it won't keep anyone out of the Super Bowl, either. Let's play a game: I dare you to ask twenty people if they would skip the Super Bowl if it was outside in below-freezing temperatures. If you find more than one person, I'll wear a Patriots jersey for a day.
I also like the prospect that the Giants (or Jets) might get to play on their home turf. New York fans, say what you will about them, love their teams. It'd be exciting for New Yorkers to be able to celebrate their team(s) being in the Super Bowl - in their own city. (I would say this would be the first time this home-court advantage in a Super Bowl will have happened, but the Colts will likely take that honor in 2012. Right, Peyton?) But a word of warning - if both teams are in the Super Bowl, the universe might explode. Way too much excitement to be contained in one stadium or one city, even one the size of New York.
So, kudos to you, New York. I'm happy for you, and I'm glad the NFL sided with you on this one. Here's to 2014, when I will still be in my 20s, and hopefully, freezing in the stands of a historic Super Bowl.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
As American as Apple Pie
The way I see it...baseball really is America's favorite past-time. Or, at least, it should be. Now, don't get me wrong - I'm a much bigger fan of football, in terms of the sport itself. Nothing like watching someone get plowed into the ground to get your blood pumping. And with a shorter season and only one game a week, football is easier for me to keep up with - plus, what else do I really have to do in November? Not a whole lot.
However, there's just something about baseball that's special. Tonight, I went to a Triple-A game, and although the home team lost by a landslide, I had a great time. The cool, early summer weather was perfect for sitting back, hoping to catch a fly, and enjoying time with friends. There's a certain culture at baseball games. Everyone there knows the rules of this culture. We know all the words to the chants and songs: "Bum-bum-bum-BUM-bum-BUM!...Charge!" Or, "Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks..." We eat the same foods - hot dogs and pretzels and ice cream in helmet shaped bowls. We all clap whenever someone catches a fly, or laugh when someone gets pegged by one, and, we stand reverently for the Star Spangled Banner and during the 7th inning stretch for God Bless America. And, if it's a fireworks game, we all ooh and ahh at the same places. It's kinda like we're all friends for a few hours, held together by the bond of a common love for the sport.
All of these factors are what endear baseball to us, year after year. They're what keep us coming back, even after scandals, business, and politics seem to have otherwise corrupted the sport. And, they're what make baseball America's sport, and one of my favorite ways to spend a summer evening.
However, there's just something about baseball that's special. Tonight, I went to a Triple-A game, and although the home team lost by a landslide, I had a great time. The cool, early summer weather was perfect for sitting back, hoping to catch a fly, and enjoying time with friends. There's a certain culture at baseball games. Everyone there knows the rules of this culture. We know all the words to the chants and songs: "Bum-bum-bum-BUM-bum-BUM!...Charge!" Or, "Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks..." We eat the same foods - hot dogs and pretzels and ice cream in helmet shaped bowls. We all clap whenever someone catches a fly, or laugh when someone gets pegged by one, and, we stand reverently for the Star Spangled Banner and during the 7th inning stretch for God Bless America. And, if it's a fireworks game, we all ooh and ahh at the same places. It's kinda like we're all friends for a few hours, held together by the bond of a common love for the sport.
All of these factors are what endear baseball to us, year after year. They're what keep us coming back, even after scandals, business, and politics seem to have otherwise corrupted the sport. And, they're what make baseball America's sport, and one of my favorite ways to spend a summer evening.
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