The invitees to USA Basketball's Olympic team tryouts have been leaked out. Thankfully, it seems that the powers-that-be have opted for a more balanced approach to roster building than just tossing whichever All-Star Game participants are willing to show up together and assuming victory will follow. (Just ask Larry Brown how well that went.) No, the team that dons the red, white and blue in Beijing in 2008 may actually be a team.
Sure, the usual assortment of highlight reel members are going to be in USA Basketball's Olympic camp. LeBron James, Kobe Bryant, Paul Pierce, and Dwayne Wade are present and accounted for. However, role players like Bruce Bowen, Brad Miller and Shane Battier are vying for roster spots, too. It appears that USA Basketball has finally learned a lesson--a team is more than just guys all wearing the same jersey. It's something their hockey brethren to the north have understood for quite a while.
As long as I can recall, when Hockey Canada assembled a national team, they have always included role players. Yes, the big scorers get the media attention, but the Canada squad has always had defensive defensemen, shorthanded specialists and a checking line. A darn impressive checking line, mind you, but a checking line nonetheless.
This more "team" centered approach, while leaving some stars at home, is how guys like the Red Wings Kris Draper gets to wear the maple leaf in the Olympics. Wayne Gretzky knows hockey is about scoring, but it's also about killing penalties, winning faceoffs and beating your opponent to lose pucks. It's the reason that Canada generally does rather well even when suiting up NHL players. They don't forget to take guys along to do the dirty work and who aren't going to whine about sitting too much.
(A side note: I discount this year's Olympic result for Canada. They are in transition. Guys like Joe Thornton, Rick Nash and others are dynamic players, but have never had the pressure of being "The Man" in a big situation. Few situations are bigger for Canadian players than putting on that sweater and some of them just weren't ready. They will be next time. Sorry, for the unrelated tangent, but I had to get that in.)
Ironically, this is the same approach to assembling a team that USA Basketball used of years when the college kids represented the country. They gathered a wide group of players, held real tryouts and selected the best unit. That sometimes meant some big names didn't make it. More often than not, you had some lesser known players on the roster selected to play specific roles. This method yielded decades of success. Perhaps, now that the rest of the world has caught up to the US in basketball success, the NBA driven squad will follow the old formula of putting together a team.
Now, picking which 12 players go to China will be a challenge. To see for yourself, go to this ESPN.com poll and pick your twelve. While we don't agree on every single slot, Bill Simmons has chosen a team that basically I would have. We also agree on a number of very specific items in regards to the roster.
We both think Kobe Bryant will make the team even if it's not the best thing for the team. We both think Chauncey Billups should start. We both believe Chris Paul needs to be on this team. Neither one of us, nor any reasonable person, can figure how Luke Ridnour got the nod over Kirk Hinrich? It makes no sense. (No offense, Luke, Kirk's just better. That doesn't mean you aren't good, though.)
In addition to the points Mr. Simmons and I concurred on, I also thought that Tayshaun Prince could have been a valuable guy for the USA (he can play D, multiple positions and hit a three), but I realize there are only so many invitations going out. I also am a bit disappointed that Alan Iverson didn't get a call. I'm not an Iverson guy, per se, but whenever USA Basketball went looking for volunteers, A.I. was the first to raise his hand. That's more than I can say for Shaq, Kobe and a number of other NBA stars. For that, I thought The Answer earned an invitation at minimum.
Now, all this said, Jerry Colangelo and the honchos over at USA Basketball, in cooperation with the NBA, of course, could still opt to make this Dream Team XVIIXL or whatever number we are on now. (Note: There was only one Dream Team regardless of what anyone, anywhere tells you.) They could take the traveling circus that would be Kobe vs. Shaq to China. They could opt for Amare Stoudemire's unproven, as of yet, knee over a healthier Chris Bosh. They could opt to leave the role players at training camp. However, I am hopeful with the announcement (ok, leak) of this list of players that USA Basketball has it's priorities in order. Build a team first, worry about marketing opportunities later.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
It's Not A Classic. Yet.
The World Baseball Classic is set to begin in less than a week. However, without a single pitch being thrown the international tournament is being met with yawns and complaints. I completely understand where the negativity is coming from, a large portion of the concern is justified, but I just can't by into it.
On the heels of the Winter Olympics, I understand that the average American sports fan probably isn't going to be in the mood for another international event. I can even comprehend why the average baseball fan isn't embracing the WBC. Baseball just doesn't have much international history to build on. (We all have fond memories of Ben Sheets stirring Olympic performance, don't we?) What little it does have is confined to amateur baseball which few people watch. In light of that, the collective apathy on display here in the United States is perfectly understandable.
The doomsayers, and there are plenty, have points of merit, as well. Could a player be seriously injured? Of course. Could losing a star cost a team it's chance at a World Series? Yes. Do all the players really want to play? Do they even want participate that much in a normal Spring Training environment? Of course, not. Is the event diminished because pitchers will be on pitch counts? Yes, it does.
Could the event be held at a better time of the year? Absolutely. I think between Thanksgiving and Christmas would be my first choice--marketing opportunities abound between the holidays (sell those Netherlands jerseys) and with college football winding down there is television time available. Are the rules regarding eligibility fuzzy to the point of being absurd? Yeah, probably, but does anyone think those Olympic downhill skiers from tropical locales are really living on an island most of the year?
Could Major League Baseball's initial foray into international competition been better constructed? Certainly, but to paraphrase a famous sailorman, the WBC is what it is. It's the inaugural event. It's a trial run. It's, hopefully, a warm-up for a bigger, better event down the road. It is, as many have accurately pointed out, much closer to an exhibition series. Again, the WBC is what it is--a Spring Training game.
After spending four paragraphs reviewing a partial list of objections, and agreeing with them, why do I still like this event? I like baseball. That's fairly well document around here. I like international events, too. Canada Cup hockey. World Cup soccer. Olympics--summer and winter. I watch them all. Put baseball and international competition together? What's not to like?
Oh, I admit there is a less positive side, but some of it's overblown. Players can get hurt, but they get hurt all the time. Some are injured falling down stairs or fishing. Would I like to see the eligibility rules more clearly defined? I guess so, but Steve Yzerman could have played for Canada in the Olympics if he chose to. Mr. Yzerman is now a United States citizen. Yet, I would not have lost sleep over Stevie Y. playing with a Maple Leaf on his jersey anymore than I am offended at Mike Piazza donning an Italy cap.
There are problems without a doubt. Yet, I think we are getting the cart before the horse. This isn't on the level of World Cup soccer by any means. Yeah, MLB's marketing arm is trying to shove it down our throats to a point, but let's keep this first one in perspective. Let's see what happens, both good and bad, and then draw some conclusions. I have limited expectations from this years WBC, but from my vantage point, I still see this tournament becoming significant.
All this event needs is history behind it. Rivalries need to be formed. Games need to be won in miraculous fashion and painful, perhaps, controversial losses need to occur. What the WBC needs most is passion. Right now, fans in the States just don't have an emotional investment. That kind of intensity, one which fuels debate over team selection and drives up television ratings, can only be built over time. This first WBC is just the platform on which that emotion will be built.
Now, you are probably still not willing to jump on board. That's fine. I expect to take this voyage alone. Baseball fans have over one hundred years of club baseball in their bloodstream. I don't expect you to suddenly toss your baseball priorities to your favorite MLB team to the curb, grab the old Stars and Stripes and embrace something that's in it's infancy. Of course, there are some folks who are more than warming up to WBC I.
Other nations, perhaps, all other nations in this tournament are geeked up about this. No, I don't mean their players. (Although, I suspect some of the players are, too.) I mean their fans. I've read where a number of foreign players are being pressured into playing. Fans in those countries embrace baseball, international competition and a chance at knocking off the U.S.A. at its own game. They expect their biggest stars to play. While they can continue to back-out, that strategy will only help them if their countrymen succeed. Fail, and those that took a pass might be under a bit more pressure next time around.
If you can't get behind some simple patriotism/jingoism (your choice), then, perhaps, I can get you to root for the success of the WBC for another reason. For all the things Bud Selig has done to annoy even the most casual baseball observer, in starting the WBC, he's done the right thing. Why? Because baseball really is an international sport. I've grown weary of hearing that it's not.
Just because Europeans are quite at the same level as Latin or Asian countries doesn't mean the Euros don't play or the sport isn't global. This isn't 1940. Participants are no longer limited to people living east of the Mississippi River and west of the Atlantic Ocean. I find this downplaying of baseball global appeal just a bit condescending. It's not global if the Europeans aren't good at it? No, it isn't as widely played as soccer, but baseball has reached beyond the U.S. Far beyond.
Another good reason to get behind this idea is that it takes money out of the pockets of the International Olympic Committee. It also annoys them (which delights me). The IOC wants baseball, but only if MLB stops it's regular season and plays during the Summer Games. They've been trying to blackmail Selig and USA Baseball for years--no MLB players, no baseball in the Olympics.
Sure enough, when a comprise wasn't reached, and the WBC appeared to be a reality, the IOC kicked baseball aside. To make matters worse, the IOC got so mad at MLB for denying the Olympic's superiority that they tossed out softball from the games, too. Why hurt the women because MLB players won't go? Because they are a spiteful, greedy lot. That's why.
So, while you might not like the timing of the WBC, remember it could be mid-July in China. The IOC could be making the money, too. Thanks to Selig's refusal to backdown from the IOC, we get the WBC. That alone should make everyone wish for the event to prosper.
All I ask is that you enter this event with an open mind. Don't raise your expectations beyond a reasonable level. Yes, pitchers will be on short leash. Yes, somebody may get injured. However, we might get some fairly entertaining baseball and the beginnings of something much better. It may not deserve the Classic tag, yet, but let's give it time.
On the heels of the Winter Olympics, I understand that the average American sports fan probably isn't going to be in the mood for another international event. I can even comprehend why the average baseball fan isn't embracing the WBC. Baseball just doesn't have much international history to build on. (We all have fond memories of Ben Sheets stirring Olympic performance, don't we?) What little it does have is confined to amateur baseball which few people watch. In light of that, the collective apathy on display here in the United States is perfectly understandable.
The doomsayers, and there are plenty, have points of merit, as well. Could a player be seriously injured? Of course. Could losing a star cost a team it's chance at a World Series? Yes. Do all the players really want to play? Do they even want participate that much in a normal Spring Training environment? Of course, not. Is the event diminished because pitchers will be on pitch counts? Yes, it does.
Could the event be held at a better time of the year? Absolutely. I think between Thanksgiving and Christmas would be my first choice--marketing opportunities abound between the holidays (sell those Netherlands jerseys) and with college football winding down there is television time available. Are the rules regarding eligibility fuzzy to the point of being absurd? Yeah, probably, but does anyone think those Olympic downhill skiers from tropical locales are really living on an island most of the year?
Could Major League Baseball's initial foray into international competition been better constructed? Certainly, but to paraphrase a famous sailorman, the WBC is what it is. It's the inaugural event. It's a trial run. It's, hopefully, a warm-up for a bigger, better event down the road. It is, as many have accurately pointed out, much closer to an exhibition series. Again, the WBC is what it is--a Spring Training game.
After spending four paragraphs reviewing a partial list of objections, and agreeing with them, why do I still like this event? I like baseball. That's fairly well document around here. I like international events, too. Canada Cup hockey. World Cup soccer. Olympics--summer and winter. I watch them all. Put baseball and international competition together? What's not to like?
Oh, I admit there is a less positive side, but some of it's overblown. Players can get hurt, but they get hurt all the time. Some are injured falling down stairs or fishing. Would I like to see the eligibility rules more clearly defined? I guess so, but Steve Yzerman could have played for Canada in the Olympics if he chose to. Mr. Yzerman is now a United States citizen. Yet, I would not have lost sleep over Stevie Y. playing with a Maple Leaf on his jersey anymore than I am offended at Mike Piazza donning an Italy cap.
There are problems without a doubt. Yet, I think we are getting the cart before the horse. This isn't on the level of World Cup soccer by any means. Yeah, MLB's marketing arm is trying to shove it down our throats to a point, but let's keep this first one in perspective. Let's see what happens, both good and bad, and then draw some conclusions. I have limited expectations from this years WBC, but from my vantage point, I still see this tournament becoming significant.
All this event needs is history behind it. Rivalries need to be formed. Games need to be won in miraculous fashion and painful, perhaps, controversial losses need to occur. What the WBC needs most is passion. Right now, fans in the States just don't have an emotional investment. That kind of intensity, one which fuels debate over team selection and drives up television ratings, can only be built over time. This first WBC is just the platform on which that emotion will be built.
Now, you are probably still not willing to jump on board. That's fine. I expect to take this voyage alone. Baseball fans have over one hundred years of club baseball in their bloodstream. I don't expect you to suddenly toss your baseball priorities to your favorite MLB team to the curb, grab the old Stars and Stripes and embrace something that's in it's infancy. Of course, there are some folks who are more than warming up to WBC I.
Other nations, perhaps, all other nations in this tournament are geeked up about this. No, I don't mean their players. (Although, I suspect some of the players are, too.) I mean their fans. I've read where a number of foreign players are being pressured into playing. Fans in those countries embrace baseball, international competition and a chance at knocking off the U.S.A. at its own game. They expect their biggest stars to play. While they can continue to back-out, that strategy will only help them if their countrymen succeed. Fail, and those that took a pass might be under a bit more pressure next time around.
If you can't get behind some simple patriotism/jingoism (your choice), then, perhaps, I can get you to root for the success of the WBC for another reason. For all the things Bud Selig has done to annoy even the most casual baseball observer, in starting the WBC, he's done the right thing. Why? Because baseball really is an international sport. I've grown weary of hearing that it's not.
Just because Europeans are quite at the same level as Latin or Asian countries doesn't mean the Euros don't play or the sport isn't global. This isn't 1940. Participants are no longer limited to people living east of the Mississippi River and west of the Atlantic Ocean. I find this downplaying of baseball global appeal just a bit condescending. It's not global if the Europeans aren't good at it? No, it isn't as widely played as soccer, but baseball has reached beyond the U.S. Far beyond.
Another good reason to get behind this idea is that it takes money out of the pockets of the International Olympic Committee. It also annoys them (which delights me). The IOC wants baseball, but only if MLB stops it's regular season and plays during the Summer Games. They've been trying to blackmail Selig and USA Baseball for years--no MLB players, no baseball in the Olympics.
Sure enough, when a comprise wasn't reached, and the WBC appeared to be a reality, the IOC kicked baseball aside. To make matters worse, the IOC got so mad at MLB for denying the Olympic's superiority that they tossed out softball from the games, too. Why hurt the women because MLB players won't go? Because they are a spiteful, greedy lot. That's why.
So, while you might not like the timing of the WBC, remember it could be mid-July in China. The IOC could be making the money, too. Thanks to Selig's refusal to backdown from the IOC, we get the WBC. That alone should make everyone wish for the event to prosper.
All I ask is that you enter this event with an open mind. Don't raise your expectations beyond a reasonable level. Yes, pitchers will be on short leash. Yes, somebody may get injured. However, we might get some fairly entertaining baseball and the beginnings of something much better. It may not deserve the Classic tag, yet, but let's give it time.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Curling Crazy
I began curling this past November. I started because I needed some exercise and wanted to find a winter sport that wouldn't be too demanding, as I am terribly out of shape, but still had some degree of competitiveness. So, curling it was. I've had fun learning the sport, but what has caught me by surprise is curling's popularity.
Nearly everywhere I go now, I find someone talking about curling. I went to the hospital to have a test and what does the technician tell me? Her nephew curls at Bowling Green University. When I tell a long time friend of mine that I started curling what does he tell me? He watches curling all the time. He and his wife were debating going to Canada to catch a bonspeil in Ontario. Fellow blogger and DIBS member, Billfer claims to curl once a year.
It's even invaded my wife's place of work. Seems one of her co-workers and a husband of another co-worker watch curling on the CBC, as well. They watch for hours. I don't believe either have ever tossed a stone, but they are glued to their televisions listening to skips yell "Hard!". (Insert Brokeback Mountain joke here.)
When I heard at the Curling Club that the second most watched Winter Olympic event four years ago was curling, I just kind of wrote it off as stuff people who love their sport are apt to say. It had to be some sort of fuzzy math that came up with that stat. I never knew of anyone that really watched curling. That's before I mentioned to people that I was curling.
Now, curling fans seem to be coming at me from all directions. I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised to learn that there are lots of closet curling fans. After all, I never knew a single person that said they watched NASCAR, either. Now, stockcar fans are swarming us like locusts. (Sorry, for that analogy, Al.) Apparently, they were all in the closet, too. (Another Brokeback Mountain joke opportunity. I'll leave it to your discretion.)
The "outting" of curling fans is now in full flight as the Olympics have given the sport airtime on world wide television. The sport is buzzing with all kinds of attention. The question, as it was posed to us by another blogging friend, Iain, is why?
Honestly, I'm not quite sure. I laughed off curling in years past, too, so it's seemingly robust following has caught me off guard. Let's see if I can guess why people watch. First, and, perhaps, most importantly, curling is often associated with beer. Beer is popular, thus curling is popular. That explains some of the participants, but it doesn't explain those watching, does it? (Even if they are tipping a Molson's while watching.)
It's a simple game requiring some complex thought. (Wow, do I sound like Crash Davis there.) Skips, like baseball managers, are expected to think two and three steps ahead of where the game is now. If we do this, they will do this. Like bowling or billiards, you have to recognize angles. Shots often have to be hit at precise angles to create specific results. This type of thinking tends to attract certain kinds of people. There appears to be a number of engineers at the club where I curl. However, it takes more than a few engineers who like beer to prop up curling's television ratings.
In the end, I suspect curling's mass appeal comes from it's simplicity. Not much equipment--rocks, brooms, ice. Pretty simple to figure out where the target is. It's plenty big, too. It's pace of play is steady, but nowhere near fast. (Plenty of time to grab a snack or Labatt's between shots.) Young and old, men and women can play. Much like another game it's compared to, bowling, I think curling's ability to attract that broad audience lends itself to wider appeal. Only curling has a bit of je ne sais quoi.
Whatever it is, curling's become the flavor of the day. (Google's actually got their Olympic figure curling today. Two stones comprise the O's.) Who knew I was on the cutting edge of a new trend?
Nearly everywhere I go now, I find someone talking about curling. I went to the hospital to have a test and what does the technician tell me? Her nephew curls at Bowling Green University. When I tell a long time friend of mine that I started curling what does he tell me? He watches curling all the time. He and his wife were debating going to Canada to catch a bonspeil in Ontario. Fellow blogger and DIBS member, Billfer claims to curl once a year.
It's even invaded my wife's place of work. Seems one of her co-workers and a husband of another co-worker watch curling on the CBC, as well. They watch for hours. I don't believe either have ever tossed a stone, but they are glued to their televisions listening to skips yell "Hard!". (Insert Brokeback Mountain joke here.)
When I heard at the Curling Club that the second most watched Winter Olympic event four years ago was curling, I just kind of wrote it off as stuff people who love their sport are apt to say. It had to be some sort of fuzzy math that came up with that stat. I never knew of anyone that really watched curling. That's before I mentioned to people that I was curling.
Now, curling fans seem to be coming at me from all directions. I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised to learn that there are lots of closet curling fans. After all, I never knew a single person that said they watched NASCAR, either. Now, stockcar fans are swarming us like locusts. (Sorry, for that analogy, Al.) Apparently, they were all in the closet, too. (Another Brokeback Mountain joke opportunity. I'll leave it to your discretion.)
The "outting" of curling fans is now in full flight as the Olympics have given the sport airtime on world wide television. The sport is buzzing with all kinds of attention. The question, as it was posed to us by another blogging friend, Iain, is why?
Honestly, I'm not quite sure. I laughed off curling in years past, too, so it's seemingly robust following has caught me off guard. Let's see if I can guess why people watch. First, and, perhaps, most importantly, curling is often associated with beer. Beer is popular, thus curling is popular. That explains some of the participants, but it doesn't explain those watching, does it? (Even if they are tipping a Molson's while watching.)
It's a simple game requiring some complex thought. (Wow, do I sound like Crash Davis there.) Skips, like baseball managers, are expected to think two and three steps ahead of where the game is now. If we do this, they will do this. Like bowling or billiards, you have to recognize angles. Shots often have to be hit at precise angles to create specific results. This type of thinking tends to attract certain kinds of people. There appears to be a number of engineers at the club where I curl. However, it takes more than a few engineers who like beer to prop up curling's television ratings.
In the end, I suspect curling's mass appeal comes from it's simplicity. Not much equipment--rocks, brooms, ice. Pretty simple to figure out where the target is. It's plenty big, too. It's pace of play is steady, but nowhere near fast. (Plenty of time to grab a snack or Labatt's between shots.) Young and old, men and women can play. Much like another game it's compared to, bowling, I think curling's ability to attract that broad audience lends itself to wider appeal. Only curling has a bit of je ne sais quoi.
Whatever it is, curling's become the flavor of the day. (Google's actually got their Olympic figure curling today. Two stones comprise the O's.) Who knew I was on the cutting edge of a new trend?
The Zoo Debacle
* Warning: This post is not about sports. Repeat. This post is not about sports. You have been warned. *
When we wonder why Detroit cannot seem to have a true, long term revitalization we need to look no further than the current controversy over The Detroit Zoo. The impasse over the Zoo's future is stuck exactly where the city as found itself for years--tangled in political in-fighting.
Everyone with a stake in the city's future, from public officials to private business, seem to be more worried about who gets the credit for a would-be Detroit revival, and lining up to cash in on it, that the city's progress comes in painfully slow baby steps. If it comes at all.
The battleground for Detroit's future is littered with disputes and distrust between the Mayor's office and city council, public and private organizations and the perpetual battle between the city and the region. Lying beneath the surface of all these economic and political conflicts is the ever-present racial undertones that paralyze the city, the region and the state's ability to move it's largest metropolis forward.
As I don't expect this political merry-go-round to stop anytime soon, I remain dubious of the city's latest renaissance. Like so many, I want to believe that Detroit can finally rebound from decades of loss, but the Zoo's plight only highlight problems that seem to have no answers. At a time when Detroit appeared to be on the doorstep of progress it appears that greed and political grandstanding remain the city's highest priority.
When we wonder why Detroit cannot seem to have a true, long term revitalization we need to look no further than the current controversy over The Detroit Zoo. The impasse over the Zoo's future is stuck exactly where the city as found itself for years--tangled in political in-fighting.
Everyone with a stake in the city's future, from public officials to private business, seem to be more worried about who gets the credit for a would-be Detroit revival, and lining up to cash in on it, that the city's progress comes in painfully slow baby steps. If it comes at all.
The battleground for Detroit's future is littered with disputes and distrust between the Mayor's office and city council, public and private organizations and the perpetual battle between the city and the region. Lying beneath the surface of all these economic and political conflicts is the ever-present racial undertones that paralyze the city, the region and the state's ability to move it's largest metropolis forward.
As I don't expect this political merry-go-round to stop anytime soon, I remain dubious of the city's latest renaissance. Like so many, I want to believe that Detroit can finally rebound from decades of loss, but the Zoo's plight only highlight problems that seem to have no answers. At a time when Detroit appeared to be on the doorstep of progress it appears that greed and political grandstanding remain the city's highest priority.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
You Say Tomato, I Say Torino
The Winter Olympics are only about twenty-four hours in and there's already plenty to comment on. I was going to start with the Opening Ceremonies, but Big Al at The Wayne Fontes Experience has done such a complete job summarizing the event, that I'll just provide you with a link to his post. Apparently, Big Al and I are in desperate need of more culture. Or not.
* One thing I do enjoy about the Opening Ceremonies of the Winter Olympics, in particular, is the parade of nations. (Fine, it's the only thing I really enjoy.) I shake my head seeing the athletes from nations that have absolutely zero, or next to zero, shot at snow. Here comes Bermuda's sole athlete out of the tunnel. Kenya? Kenya has a winter Olympic team? Does Kenya have winter? I mean they may call in winter, but that just means it's hot not boiling, right?
You know these folks representing countries that really don't have winter training facilities are living in other nations year round or hold dual citizenship. I find it mildly amusing to see such tropical and desert environments participating in the Winter Olympics.
* Just for the record, I can't stand the International Olympic Committee. I may have stated that on this blog before, but it bears repeating. I can't stand the IOC. They are, without question, the most insidious, duplicitous and corrupt body in sport and, perhaps, on Earth.
* I awake this morning to learn that Michelle Kwan may be forced out of the Games. It's too bad, but I'm left wondering if the U.S. skating officials that gave her an injury exemption made a solid decision? She's been such a force in her sport, I can see why they might give her a pass even if she really wasn't fit. However, when the Olympics only come around once every four years, it might be best to send those fully able to compete. Some will never get another shot at it.
* Then there is good old NBC. And CNBC. And MSNBC. And USA, too. Four networks, still mediocre coverage. Why in the world can the CBC show events live, but NBC gives us tape delay? I'm kind of a television geek, so I can navigate multiple channels rather well, but the problem is with numerous events and four networks in action, where on Earth am I supposed to begin my search? Even when I'm searching, I find events I'm not interested in or no Olympic coverage at all.
With all the cash NBC pays to cover the Games, they should just bite the bullet and give up their regular broadcast schedule and televise the Olympics full-time for two weeks. You can still do a condensed replay model each night, but let's see the games as they happen. Pretend it's as important as your own marketing would have us believe it is.
* As far as my viewing habits are concerned, I do like most of the skiing events. Speed skating is fine, too. Hockey, obviously, is on the watch list. As is curling, bobsledding and luge. Maybe skelton, too. If I can note a pattern, none of the sports decided by judges rank too high on my interest radar.
* On the heels of hosting several successful big time sporting events, some in Detroit may be pondering a Detroit Olympic bid. I love the idea, but can't get my brain to buy the concept. The Olympics simply require too many structures to be built. An Olympic stadium alone would be a fortune and what in the world would we do with it afterwards? Same for any number of other venues required to host either Summer or Winter Games. In spite of the fact I love the idea of a Detroit PSL bobsledding title, I don't find the concept of hosting an Olympics to be a sound one financially.
* One thing I do enjoy about the Opening Ceremonies of the Winter Olympics, in particular, is the parade of nations. (Fine, it's the only thing I really enjoy.) I shake my head seeing the athletes from nations that have absolutely zero, or next to zero, shot at snow. Here comes Bermuda's sole athlete out of the tunnel. Kenya? Kenya has a winter Olympic team? Does Kenya have winter? I mean they may call in winter, but that just means it's hot not boiling, right?
You know these folks representing countries that really don't have winter training facilities are living in other nations year round or hold dual citizenship. I find it mildly amusing to see such tropical and desert environments participating in the Winter Olympics.
* Just for the record, I can't stand the International Olympic Committee. I may have stated that on this blog before, but it bears repeating. I can't stand the IOC. They are, without question, the most insidious, duplicitous and corrupt body in sport and, perhaps, on Earth.
* I awake this morning to learn that Michelle Kwan may be forced out of the Games. It's too bad, but I'm left wondering if the U.S. skating officials that gave her an injury exemption made a solid decision? She's been such a force in her sport, I can see why they might give her a pass even if she really wasn't fit. However, when the Olympics only come around once every four years, it might be best to send those fully able to compete. Some will never get another shot at it.
* Then there is good old NBC. And CNBC. And MSNBC. And USA, too. Four networks, still mediocre coverage. Why in the world can the CBC show events live, but NBC gives us tape delay? I'm kind of a television geek, so I can navigate multiple channels rather well, but the problem is with numerous events and four networks in action, where on Earth am I supposed to begin my search? Even when I'm searching, I find events I'm not interested in or no Olympic coverage at all.
With all the cash NBC pays to cover the Games, they should just bite the bullet and give up their regular broadcast schedule and televise the Olympics full-time for two weeks. You can still do a condensed replay model each night, but let's see the games as they happen. Pretend it's as important as your own marketing would have us believe it is.
* As far as my viewing habits are concerned, I do like most of the skiing events. Speed skating is fine, too. Hockey, obviously, is on the watch list. As is curling, bobsledding and luge. Maybe skelton, too. If I can note a pattern, none of the sports decided by judges rank too high on my interest radar.
* On the heels of hosting several successful big time sporting events, some in Detroit may be pondering a Detroit Olympic bid. I love the idea, but can't get my brain to buy the concept. The Olympics simply require too many structures to be built. An Olympic stadium alone would be a fortune and what in the world would we do with it afterwards? Same for any number of other venues required to host either Summer or Winter Games. In spite of the fact I love the idea of a Detroit PSL bobsledding title, I don't find the concept of hosting an Olympics to be a sound one financially.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Thanks For Nothing, Rick
Rick Tocchet is about to raise my blood pressure. Not because he's allegedly involved in a big time gambling operation that involves organized crime, but because his possible indiscretion is going to bring the whole gambling on sports issue back to the forefront. Honestly, that's something I just don't need.
As a sports fan since the mid-Seventies, I've had to accept a number of things. Expansion. Contraction. Teams changing cities. Big, big money contracts. Free agency. Salary caps. Players demanding to renegotiate contracts. Lockouts. Strikes. Lost seasons. Cheaters. The perpetual arrests. I've learned to deal with most of these things in a very constructive, patient and philosophical manner. Gambling on sports, however, I will never come to grips with.
I have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to gambling on sports. If I were commissioner, I'd enact league bylaws to prohibit all the players from any form of wagering. Old fashioned? Yes. Unconstitutional? Perhaps, but gambling is still illegal in many states, so maybe not. Stubborn? Ridiculous? Overreaching? Absolutely.
Why do I hold such an anti-gambling stance? I guess it's because I don't want there to be any indication that the sports we watch are contrived. I don't even want to consider the possibility that the miracles of sports history were, perhaps, not quite so miraculous. I don't want anyone to think that the player on their team that made a huge mistake or played poorly in the big game did so because he might owe his bookie money. When it comes to gambling, opening the door even a little bit is opening Pandora's Box.
This is why I am so angry at Tocchet. The charges about to be brought against him are only going to stir sports talk radio debate about gambling. They are going to be the subject of endless columns. They are going to bring Pete Rose back to the forefront. I can do without all three, the latter, in particular. (I'll save my complete thoughts on Rose's situation for another post, as it's a big subject, but let's just say I'm not in favor of his inclusion in the Hall of Fame.)
Already, Frank Deford is wondering what all the fuss about gambling is for? (First two words in his piece? Pete Rose. Told you so.) After all, don't foreign lands use soccer results to determine lottery winnings? Yes, they do, Mr. Deford. The leagues openly condone and promote gambling on their sport as well. Did you also know that Germany just went through a huge scandal where referees were caught fixing soccer matches?
Do you know that a great many people think some foreign leagues, including some prominent ones, are fixed? That players don't always play quite as hard, especially late in the year? Do you know that most of the world still believes that when the U.S. team advanced in the last World Cup, the fix was in? Yeah, that open minded view of gambling has worked out real well.
Deford argues that other off-field problems should be a bigger concern. Sure, I'd love to see pro sports leagues go after players that beat their spouses, drive drunk or assault someone, but isn't that what our judicial system is supposed to do? The punishment for those missteps are not the league's jurisdiction, but few fans would argue if teams started to crack down on those players involved in such activity. Although, I suspect the ACLU might come knocking on their door.
When it comes to gambling, the general premise of the game is at stake. It's the league's primary job to keep their game away from such implications. If we took Deford's advice, don't you think most NFL fans would suspect the fix was in during the Super Bowl? I was rooting for the Steelers, but if I thought the league condoned gambling, even I might be tempted to think the refs might have money on the guys from Pittsburgh. Is that the kind of environment you desire?
Do we really want our pro leagues to start embracing gambling? Do we want to end up like international soccer fans, wondering if every blown call or bad play was unfortunate or predetermined? Do we want to wonder if every guy that misses a game is sitting out due to injury or is just doing someone a "favor"? Do we really want to even debate the legitimacy of gambling by our pro athletes? Thanks to Tocchet, we'll get no choice. The debate is on.
As a sports fan since the mid-Seventies, I've had to accept a number of things. Expansion. Contraction. Teams changing cities. Big, big money contracts. Free agency. Salary caps. Players demanding to renegotiate contracts. Lockouts. Strikes. Lost seasons. Cheaters. The perpetual arrests. I've learned to deal with most of these things in a very constructive, patient and philosophical manner. Gambling on sports, however, I will never come to grips with.
I have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to gambling on sports. If I were commissioner, I'd enact league bylaws to prohibit all the players from any form of wagering. Old fashioned? Yes. Unconstitutional? Perhaps, but gambling is still illegal in many states, so maybe not. Stubborn? Ridiculous? Overreaching? Absolutely.
Why do I hold such an anti-gambling stance? I guess it's because I don't want there to be any indication that the sports we watch are contrived. I don't even want to consider the possibility that the miracles of sports history were, perhaps, not quite so miraculous. I don't want anyone to think that the player on their team that made a huge mistake or played poorly in the big game did so because he might owe his bookie money. When it comes to gambling, opening the door even a little bit is opening Pandora's Box.
This is why I am so angry at Tocchet. The charges about to be brought against him are only going to stir sports talk radio debate about gambling. They are going to be the subject of endless columns. They are going to bring Pete Rose back to the forefront. I can do without all three, the latter, in particular. (I'll save my complete thoughts on Rose's situation for another post, as it's a big subject, but let's just say I'm not in favor of his inclusion in the Hall of Fame.)
Already, Frank Deford is wondering what all the fuss about gambling is for? (First two words in his piece? Pete Rose. Told you so.) After all, don't foreign lands use soccer results to determine lottery winnings? Yes, they do, Mr. Deford. The leagues openly condone and promote gambling on their sport as well. Did you also know that Germany just went through a huge scandal where referees were caught fixing soccer matches?
Do you know that a great many people think some foreign leagues, including some prominent ones, are fixed? That players don't always play quite as hard, especially late in the year? Do you know that most of the world still believes that when the U.S. team advanced in the last World Cup, the fix was in? Yeah, that open minded view of gambling has worked out real well.
Deford argues that other off-field problems should be a bigger concern. Sure, I'd love to see pro sports leagues go after players that beat their spouses, drive drunk or assault someone, but isn't that what our judicial system is supposed to do? The punishment for those missteps are not the league's jurisdiction, but few fans would argue if teams started to crack down on those players involved in such activity. Although, I suspect the ACLU might come knocking on their door.
When it comes to gambling, the general premise of the game is at stake. It's the league's primary job to keep their game away from such implications. If we took Deford's advice, don't you think most NFL fans would suspect the fix was in during the Super Bowl? I was rooting for the Steelers, but if I thought the league condoned gambling, even I might be tempted to think the refs might have money on the guys from Pittsburgh. Is that the kind of environment you desire?
Do we really want our pro leagues to start embracing gambling? Do we want to end up like international soccer fans, wondering if every blown call or bad play was unfortunate or predetermined? Do we want to wonder if every guy that misses a game is sitting out due to injury or is just doing someone a "favor"? Do we really want to even debate the legitimacy of gambling by our pro athletes? Thanks to Tocchet, we'll get no choice. The debate is on.
It's Martz. Again. (We Think.)
If we are to believe the breaking news, Mike Martz has agreed to become the Detroit Lions offensive coordinator. Again. Of course, the national media boys aren't reporting this as a done deal, but I can't say that I blame them.
Regardless, we know what the deal is with Mr. Martz, don't we? Martz' arrival in Motown is one of high risk versus high reward. Few doubt Martz can develop quarterbacks. Many think Martz is the brightest offensive mind in the league. Much to my surprise, I understand Martz is quite the disciplinarian, as well. All pretty good things.
Conversely, we all realize that Martz brings baggage. He was serious ill most of this past off-season. We know he really covets the title of head coach, not offensive coordinator. Like most supposed geniuses, Martz lets his concepts get in the way of common sense from time to time. Martz' quirkiness (is that a word?) was revealed to all during this on again, off again negotiation process. These are all things that make you wonder why the Lions pursued Martz so hard.
However, I think I'm going to follow the notion provided by new Lions head coach, Rod Marinelli. At his introductory press conference, Marinelli made it clear to all that he prefers action over words. He said that there was often "too much talk" in football. He wanted to be judged by what we see on the field. Well, Coach, I'm on board.
I'm not going to worry about the Lions rookie leader, the new offensive coordinator, their relationship or much else about the make-up of Marinelli's new staff. No, what I am going to do is wait and see. I'm going to heed Marinelli's suggestion and have him prove to me that this new version of the Lions is different. Until I see the film, as the new guy likes to say, I'm reserving judgment. I'll probably stay a bit more stable this way.
Regardless, we know what the deal is with Mr. Martz, don't we? Martz' arrival in Motown is one of high risk versus high reward. Few doubt Martz can develop quarterbacks. Many think Martz is the brightest offensive mind in the league. Much to my surprise, I understand Martz is quite the disciplinarian, as well. All pretty good things.
Conversely, we all realize that Martz brings baggage. He was serious ill most of this past off-season. We know he really covets the title of head coach, not offensive coordinator. Like most supposed geniuses, Martz lets his concepts get in the way of common sense from time to time. Martz' quirkiness (is that a word?) was revealed to all during this on again, off again negotiation process. These are all things that make you wonder why the Lions pursued Martz so hard.
However, I think I'm going to follow the notion provided by new Lions head coach, Rod Marinelli. At his introductory press conference, Marinelli made it clear to all that he prefers action over words. He said that there was often "too much talk" in football. He wanted to be judged by what we see on the field. Well, Coach, I'm on board.
I'm not going to worry about the Lions rookie leader, the new offensive coordinator, their relationship or much else about the make-up of Marinelli's new staff. No, what I am going to do is wait and see. I'm going to heed Marinelli's suggestion and have him prove to me that this new version of the Lions is different. Until I see the film, as the new guy likes to say, I'm reserving judgment. I'll probably stay a bit more stable this way.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
SBXL: The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
As Super Bowl XL is still a topic of conversation in many places and as I haven't shared any of my thoughts on the event yet, I figure I'll get them all off my chest now. I've organized these concepts into three categories we are all familiar with. I'll start with the positives.
The Good
Hines Ward- The guy was XL's MVP, so he clearly did something right. The bottom line is that Ward is not only a Pro Bowl receiver, but one of the best players in the game regardless of position. He can catch, block, run and even throw. Just a great football player. Period.
Bill Cowher- Monkey, removed from back. Probably secured a Hall of Fame spot with the win. A great coach finally gets his due.
Jerome Bettis- I was a bit surprised at the depth of the Bettis Lovefest, but he has been a great guy and an equally good player. Enjoy retirement and the ring, Bus.
Pittsburgh Steelers- Again, this is obvious. No, they didn't play well, they just won. Five Super Bowl Championships ties them with Dallas and San Francisco for the most titles.
Matt Hasselbeck- I may be in the minority here, but I thought he played pretty well. I thought the pressure might get him, and maybe it did on the interception, but I was impressed with his performance.
Ray Lewis' and his suit- I'm not a Ray Lewis fan, but he was on the NFL Network's pre and post-game shows and was as well dressed as anyone. Very sharp suit. I don't know who picked out his wardrobe, but they get a thumbs up from me. Lewis also was exceptionally kind to Cowher in the post-game interview. A show of class for the coach of a hated rival. Very nice, Ray.
Detroit- Yes, we are still in self congratulatory mode here. If there was ever a shock and awe campaign, last week in The D was it. Most of the events went off very well. The city looked as good as it has in decades. Detroit deserves another Super Bowl, if it wants it.
The XL Volunteers- They were ever-present. Helpful. Polite. Probably frozen by Saturday night. A tip of the cap to all who helped out.
Roger Penske- The SBXL Organizing Committee chairman gets credit for running the ship. Everyone from the NFL to the city government to the feds deserve praise for pulling off a solid event, but Penske was the guy calling the shots. Well done.
The Bad
Officiating- You knew this was coming. The refs threw flags when they should not have. They missed calls. I thought they even made some stuff up. It was not a good night for the league's officials.
The Rules- Say what you want to about the guys in the stripes, but some of today's rules are crazy. The push off Darrell Jackson used in the end zone was a penalty. A ticky-tack penalty, but still a penalty. Like the Steelers' DB had any chance at making that play. Hasselbeck's non-fumble because of "contact" by a Steelers linebacker was called correctly, too. By rule, it's not a fumble. It's just a laughable rule. Don't even get me started on holding penalties.
Grey's Anatomy- Did you know that was coming up next?
Ben Roethlisberger- Big Ben was flat awful. The Steelers won in spite of him. Maybe he was hurt or something, but he just didn't look good at all. Of course, it doesn't say "Played Poorly" on his Super Bowl ring.
Jerramy Stevens- One TD catch, lots of drops. Most of the misses seemed liked they would have been deep in Pittsburgh territory. All of them hurt.
Grey's Anatomy- Did you know that was coming up next?
The Week Off- I hate the open week between the conference championship games and the Super Bowl. It just overhypes the game. In general, I believe its a major reason so many Super Bowls have been rather pedestrian events. The teams are either out of rhythm or completed overwhelmed come two weeks later.
Steve Maruicci- Did anyone else hear him say on the NFL Network's pre-game show "That a young quarterback's best friends are his running game and a good defense"? Did anyone hear me scream back "Then why did you only give Kevin Jones the ball ten times a game?!?!?!"?
Grey's Anatomy- Did you know that was coming up next? "Yes, I did. Did you know that of the millions of potential viewers watching the Super Bowl only about one percent give a rat's behind about what comes on after the game?"
Commercials- As overhyped as the game and just as bad.
Halftime- This is a bit unfair, as I can't tell you what happened at the half. I changed channels. It's nothing against the Rolling Stones, per se, I'm just a hater when it comes to halftime entertainment.
The Ugly
The Game- Let's be honest. Super Bowl XL was a pretty lousy game. Outside of Seattle's first quarter success on offense, both teams looked bad on both sides of the ball all night long. It was another anti-climatic Super Bowl.
Steelers Offensive Game Plan- Ken Whisenhunt may have cost himself a head coaching job with that game plan. He does deserve credit for the reverse pass play call. Other than that, I'm struggling to find much I liked about his decisions.
The Seattle Whining- Enough already. Yeah, the officials didn't help. They botched some stuff that hurt you. They didn't make Stevens drop almost everything thrown his way. They didn't miss two field goals. They didn't blow coverage on the reverse pass play. They didn't allow the longest run is Super Bowl history. They didn't mismanage the clock at the end of both halves. They did, however, miss a Stevens fumble. The refs hurt, but didn't cost the Seahawks the game on their own.
Yes, the crowd was pro-Steelers. Pittsburgh and Detroit are only about five hours apart. Of course, their fans made the trip. The cities are very similar (built on manufacturing) and Jerome Bettis and Larry Foote are Detroit natives. I'm not surprised Detroit adopted the Steelers. Finally, the Steelers are a national favorite like Dallas, Miami, Oakland and a few other NFL teams. Winning four Super Bowls and having been a solid franchise for the better part of thirty seasons give you a national following. If the Lions played the Dolphins in Atlanta, I would expect it to be a pro-Dolphins crowd. (We can only hope.) It's not a conspiracy, its the residue of prolonged success.
The Weather- Rain moved in Thursday, followed by wet snow by midday Saturday. Ugly as it was, it was better weather than the last time the Super Bowl was in Michigan.
The Hype- I'm an old school guy. I'm never going to be comfortable with the fact the Super Bowl has gone from the championship of pro football to a pigskin Mardi Gras. The event is now bigger than the game. Call me nuts, I still prefer it the other way around.
The Good
Hines Ward- The guy was XL's MVP, so he clearly did something right. The bottom line is that Ward is not only a Pro Bowl receiver, but one of the best players in the game regardless of position. He can catch, block, run and even throw. Just a great football player. Period.
Bill Cowher- Monkey, removed from back. Probably secured a Hall of Fame spot with the win. A great coach finally gets his due.
Jerome Bettis- I was a bit surprised at the depth of the Bettis Lovefest, but he has been a great guy and an equally good player. Enjoy retirement and the ring, Bus.
Pittsburgh Steelers- Again, this is obvious. No, they didn't play well, they just won. Five Super Bowl Championships ties them with Dallas and San Francisco for the most titles.
Matt Hasselbeck- I may be in the minority here, but I thought he played pretty well. I thought the pressure might get him, and maybe it did on the interception, but I was impressed with his performance.
Ray Lewis' and his suit- I'm not a Ray Lewis fan, but he was on the NFL Network's pre and post-game shows and was as well dressed as anyone. Very sharp suit. I don't know who picked out his wardrobe, but they get a thumbs up from me. Lewis also was exceptionally kind to Cowher in the post-game interview. A show of class for the coach of a hated rival. Very nice, Ray.
Detroit- Yes, we are still in self congratulatory mode here. If there was ever a shock and awe campaign, last week in The D was it. Most of the events went off very well. The city looked as good as it has in decades. Detroit deserves another Super Bowl, if it wants it.
The XL Volunteers- They were ever-present. Helpful. Polite. Probably frozen by Saturday night. A tip of the cap to all who helped out.
Roger Penske- The SBXL Organizing Committee chairman gets credit for running the ship. Everyone from the NFL to the city government to the feds deserve praise for pulling off a solid event, but Penske was the guy calling the shots. Well done.
The Bad
Officiating- You knew this was coming. The refs threw flags when they should not have. They missed calls. I thought they even made some stuff up. It was not a good night for the league's officials.
The Rules- Say what you want to about the guys in the stripes, but some of today's rules are crazy. The push off Darrell Jackson used in the end zone was a penalty. A ticky-tack penalty, but still a penalty. Like the Steelers' DB had any chance at making that play. Hasselbeck's non-fumble because of "contact" by a Steelers linebacker was called correctly, too. By rule, it's not a fumble. It's just a laughable rule. Don't even get me started on holding penalties.
Grey's Anatomy- Did you know that was coming up next?
Ben Roethlisberger- Big Ben was flat awful. The Steelers won in spite of him. Maybe he was hurt or something, but he just didn't look good at all. Of course, it doesn't say "Played Poorly" on his Super Bowl ring.
Jerramy Stevens- One TD catch, lots of drops. Most of the misses seemed liked they would have been deep in Pittsburgh territory. All of them hurt.
Grey's Anatomy- Did you know that was coming up next?
The Week Off- I hate the open week between the conference championship games and the Super Bowl. It just overhypes the game. In general, I believe its a major reason so many Super Bowls have been rather pedestrian events. The teams are either out of rhythm or completed overwhelmed come two weeks later.
Steve Maruicci- Did anyone else hear him say on the NFL Network's pre-game show "That a young quarterback's best friends are his running game and a good defense"? Did anyone hear me scream back "Then why did you only give Kevin Jones the ball ten times a game?!?!?!"?
Grey's Anatomy- Did you know that was coming up next? "Yes, I did. Did you know that of the millions of potential viewers watching the Super Bowl only about one percent give a rat's behind about what comes on after the game?"
Commercials- As overhyped as the game and just as bad.
Halftime- This is a bit unfair, as I can't tell you what happened at the half. I changed channels. It's nothing against the Rolling Stones, per se, I'm just a hater when it comes to halftime entertainment.
The Ugly
The Game- Let's be honest. Super Bowl XL was a pretty lousy game. Outside of Seattle's first quarter success on offense, both teams looked bad on both sides of the ball all night long. It was another anti-climatic Super Bowl.
Steelers Offensive Game Plan- Ken Whisenhunt may have cost himself a head coaching job with that game plan. He does deserve credit for the reverse pass play call. Other than that, I'm struggling to find much I liked about his decisions.
The Seattle Whining- Enough already. Yeah, the officials didn't help. They botched some stuff that hurt you. They didn't make Stevens drop almost everything thrown his way. They didn't miss two field goals. They didn't blow coverage on the reverse pass play. They didn't allow the longest run is Super Bowl history. They didn't mismanage the clock at the end of both halves. They did, however, miss a Stevens fumble. The refs hurt, but didn't cost the Seahawks the game on their own.
Yes, the crowd was pro-Steelers. Pittsburgh and Detroit are only about five hours apart. Of course, their fans made the trip. The cities are very similar (built on manufacturing) and Jerome Bettis and Larry Foote are Detroit natives. I'm not surprised Detroit adopted the Steelers. Finally, the Steelers are a national favorite like Dallas, Miami, Oakland and a few other NFL teams. Winning four Super Bowls and having been a solid franchise for the better part of thirty seasons give you a national following. If the Lions played the Dolphins in Atlanta, I would expect it to be a pro-Dolphins crowd. (We can only hope.) It's not a conspiracy, its the residue of prolonged success.
The Weather- Rain moved in Thursday, followed by wet snow by midday Saturday. Ugly as it was, it was better weather than the last time the Super Bowl was in Michigan.
The Hype- I'm an old school guy. I'm never going to be comfortable with the fact the Super Bowl has gone from the championship of pro football to a pigskin Mardi Gras. The event is now bigger than the game. Call me nuts, I still prefer it the other way around.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Martz Rumors Live On
Oh, no. Not, again. Yes, friends, the on again, off again, on again, off for good Mike Martz to Detroit rumor is back on. Well, it's still alive as I type anyway. The Detroit Free Press reported this morning that the Lions might still be working on a deal to lure the ex-St. Louis head coach to town. Apparently, the Lions front office refuses to take "No" as an answer. (Didn't he admit he already said "Yes" once, too?)
We know I have reservations about bringing Martz in to run Detroit offense. This Fox Sports.com story does nothing to diminish my fears. If they can't even get the guy to cooperate long enough to sign a contract, why do they think he's going to be easy to work with if he takes the job?
We know I have reservations about bringing Martz in to run Detroit offense. This Fox Sports.com story does nothing to diminish my fears. If they can't even get the guy to cooperate long enough to sign a contract, why do they think he's going to be easy to work with if he takes the job?
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Winter Blast Photos
We did make it down for the Motown Winter Blast this evening. It was busy, as expected, and in spite of the rain, things were going rather smoothly as far as I could tell.
As suggested previously, Mrs. B.B. took photos. The first is a look at the RenCen. The organizers did a tremendous job lighting the downtown area. The building in the foreground to the right had Super Bowl themed photos projected onto it. Very cool.
Unfortunately, the pictures didn't capture the projected images very well, so I'm not posting any here. I'm also wondering if the scene will lose something during daylight? You can't get images like this at noon.
Winter Blast Photo
A portion of Woodward Avenue aglow. The city was as clean and as vibrant as I have ever seen it. It was simply amazing. Photos alone don't tell the story.
Now, our shuttle bus ride back wasn't anything to be impressed with, but it was a minor problem in the big scope of things.
Winter Blast Photo
This one is self explanatory. You knew I had to get some baseball related photo even during the Super Bowl hype.
Winter Blast Photo
This shot is straight down Woodward looking north towards the Fox Theatre. You might be able to see the Fox's sign in the background.
The streets were loaded with people, as you might be able to tell if you look to the bottom right, and there were a number of parties underway.
Overall, we had a good time in the city Thursday night. The organizing committee, volunteers, sponsors and security force, especially Detroit's finest, deserve praise for their efforts.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Martz Mania
ESPN.com is reporting that Mike Martz is contemplating joining the Detroit Lions as offensive coordinator. My reaction? Fear. Surprise. Hope. Mostly fear, though.
Martz is by most accounts an offensive genius. However, like many with the "genius" label, Martz is also considered a mad genius. He falls in love with his own offensive schemes no matter how wild they may be. (Double reverse on the goal line? No problem for Martz. Sure, it has almost no chance of working, but it was a surprising call.)
Now, before I get too whacky thinking about why Martz is running a four receiver set on fourth and goal on the one, I'm going to take a deep breath and wonder if Martz is really coming. This guy was just a head coach. Does he really want to play second fiddle to a rookie head coach? Even though the talk radio would be outstanding and the press would be able to mail in the '06 season if Martz arrived, the stories would write themselves, does an offensive genius really want to take direction from a man that's never even be a head coach before?
On the positive side, you do have to wonder what Martz could to with Joey Harrington and the cadre of receiving potential now on the Lions payroll. Could Detroit become The Greatest Show on Turf, Part II? Look at the numbers Martz' offense compiled in St. Louis. If he was given a Buddy Ryan-like pass by Marinelli (you do your thing, I'll do mine), could Martz actually make the Lions offense entertaining? Dare I say "Productive"?
This whole idea frightens me. It could be an absolute disaster. Typical Lions. Or it could be a stroke of genius. Mad genius.
Martz is by most accounts an offensive genius. However, like many with the "genius" label, Martz is also considered a mad genius. He falls in love with his own offensive schemes no matter how wild they may be. (Double reverse on the goal line? No problem for Martz. Sure, it has almost no chance of working, but it was a surprising call.)
Now, before I get too whacky thinking about why Martz is running a four receiver set on fourth and goal on the one, I'm going to take a deep breath and wonder if Martz is really coming. This guy was just a head coach. Does he really want to play second fiddle to a rookie head coach? Even though the talk radio would be outstanding and the press would be able to mail in the '06 season if Martz arrived, the stories would write themselves, does an offensive genius really want to take direction from a man that's never even be a head coach before?
On the positive side, you do have to wonder what Martz could to with Joey Harrington and the cadre of receiving potential now on the Lions payroll. Could Detroit become The Greatest Show on Turf, Part II? Look at the numbers Martz' offense compiled in St. Louis. If he was given a Buddy Ryan-like pass by Marinelli (you do your thing, I'll do mine), could Martz actually make the Lions offense entertaining? Dare I say "Productive"?
This whole idea frightens me. It could be an absolute disaster. Typical Lions. Or it could be a stroke of genius. Mad genius.
XL Photo Blogging
I ventured downtown this afternoon to get a look at the Super Bowl set-up. Things appear to be going well. There is certainly plenty of construction, renovation and demolition going on.
As I have yet to master the art of inserting multiple photos in one post and wrapping the text around the pictures, I'm going to have to just post one at a time. Annoying? Yes, but I think we will both be fine.
Me and Mrs. B.B., the official photographer of this blog, had a nice time strolling around town. We may head back for Winter Blast at the end of next week. If so, there may be more photos. Please don't let the anticipation keep you from sleeping, working, eating and the like.
XL Photo Blogging
I found this to be interesting. Amongst all the set-up vehicles what do I find? These two trailers with the logo of the Baltimore Ravens on them? I have no idea what they house or why on Earth they both featured the Ravens logo, but there they were.
XL Photo Blogging
Yes, it's your intrepid blogger. This rather pro-Pittsburgh sign was affixed at the end of a long sting of barricades in the Comerica Park parking lot between the stadium and Woodward. I'm guessing the rental company is from Pittsburgh. Anyway, as I'm rooting for the Steelers on this one, this shot seemed appropriate. (And, yes, that's a Steelers logo on my cap. Sorry, Sam. Hey, I love the Sox, spot me that.)
The bag? Yes, I spurred the local economy a bit. A Super Bowl XL cap and t-shirt have found their way to my house. A word of advice, as well.
My intial stop was at the Comerica Park retail shop which is one of the official sites for SBXL merchandise. I spotted a cap I liked, but it was $36. It was a basic adjustable cap with the official logo on it plus a Detroit February 5, 2006 tag line. That seemed a bit pricey. Sure enough, a walk about a block south of the park yielded the identical cap for $22. Everything in the store had much lower prices than the Comerica Park stop. Not surprising, but the price difference was rather significant. It was literally worth the block or two walk.
XL Photo Blogging
Obviously, a pair of street signs for the game. The corporate logos on the bottom vary from sign to sign. These featured a product very popular in the B.B. household.
I was somewhat surprised to see that some All-Star Game signs remained. I suspect the city wants to remind tourists that lots of things have been happening in The D.
XL Photo Blogging
Here is a shot of the RenCen complete with the Super Bowl XL logo and a Cadillac logo, of course. Hey, General Motors owns the place, I'll spot them their self-indulgence on this one.
Is The Turnaround Underway?
I have been leery to get all warm and fuzzy about Michigan basketball. During Tommy Amaker's tenure in Ann Arbor, every time it appears the program is about to turn the corner, it doesn't. So, when everyone starts to jump upon the Michigan basketball bandwagon, I wait to see if it's even moving. However, today's triumph over Wisconsin is noteworthy. Dropping the Badgers means the Wolverines have now defeated two ranked programs in a week. According to the university's game report, it's the first time in twelve seasons that Michigan has been able to accomplish that.
The victory over Wisconsin, fresh on the heels of beating Michigan State, will certainly have Michigan ranked in the Top 25. It's not a Big Ten title, regular season or tournament variety, nor does it measure up to winning games in the NCAA Tournament, but it does give Amaker's squad something to build upon. It gives them some credibility. It should give them a degree of confidence. Most importantly, it gives them a better chance of skipping the annual NIT invite and playing with the big boys come March.
Progress under Amaker's watch has been slow for Michigan basketball. Painfully slow at times. Yet, perhaps, today's win will finally signal the beginning of a change of fortune in Ann Arbor. Only will time will tell if the back-to-back wins over ranked opponents can translate into the foundation of the turnaround or be just another false start.
The victory over Wisconsin, fresh on the heels of beating Michigan State, will certainly have Michigan ranked in the Top 25. It's not a Big Ten title, regular season or tournament variety, nor does it measure up to winning games in the NCAA Tournament, but it does give Amaker's squad something to build upon. It gives them some credibility. It should give them a degree of confidence. Most importantly, it gives them a better chance of skipping the annual NIT invite and playing with the big boys come March.
Progress under Amaker's watch has been slow for Michigan basketball. Painfully slow at times. Yet, perhaps, today's win will finally signal the beginning of a change of fortune in Ann Arbor. Only will time will tell if the back-to-back wins over ranked opponents can translate into the foundation of the turnaround or be just another false start.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Opposite Ends Of The Spectrum
Here are two polar opposite columns. Gene Wojciechowski pleads for quieter, better behaved fans. Conversely, Andrea Canales is hoping for more noise from America's soccer supporters. I'm not sure what this means other than I found the difference interesting.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Numbers Game
Since I last typed, a couple of numbers in the sports world caught my attention. The first is 81. By now, everyone that probably cares, and a large percentage of folks that don't, have heard that Kobe Bryant went nuts on the Toronto Raptors. Even though I'm late to the party, as I've been away from the PC for a couple of days, I wanted to toss in my two cents.
My blogging brethren have shared their thoughts on Bryant's prodigious output. Most aren't warming up to Bryant's performance. I think it's easy to pile on Kobe for one simple reason. He's made it easy. Kobe's been portrayed selfish. If we are to believe the rumors, he's the primary reason the Lakers' most recent dynasty crumbled. Bryant wanted to be king of Los Angeles and couldn't assume that position until the guy with the crown--Shaquille O'Neal--was out of town. As the owner likes Kobe, the Big Guy now works in Florida.
In addition, Bryant has always been perceived as an old school ball hog. His critics suggest Bryant takes far too many shots and passes far too little. A night when you drop 81 on somebody ain't going to make that perception go away.
His legal issues, which taint his PR stature, also fuel the critics fire and cloud the judgment of many. However, let's forget about everything that Kobe is or isn't for a minute. He scored 81 points in a NBA game. I'm sorry, but that still leaves me shaking my head.
It's three days later and I still find myself mumbling "81?!?! 81 points? 81 stinking points? Are you kidding me?" The critics point out the fact Bryant torched the hapless Raptors. They say it's only a regular season game. Well, that's all fine and good, but in the history of this league how many guys playing against crappy teams have canned 81 or more? Hint: It's a small list. Real small.
I've been watching the NBA since the mid-1970's and I've seen a number of big-time scorers apply their trade. Julius Erving, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Karl Malone, Dominique Wilkins, George Gervin, David Thompson, Rick Barry, Larry Bird, Hakeem Olajuwon, Bernard King, Moses Malone, the list goes on and on, but not one has nailed 81 in a game. They all got to face some terrible competition at one point or another, but only Thompson's 73 came close to Bryant's Sunday night explosion.
In the interest of full disclosure, I think Bryant is everything people claim he is--selfish, a ball hog, intent on being the center of attention, a wondrous talent, perhaps, the finest player in the league. My perceptions aside, Bryant's 81 points are remarkable. The critics will still claim he took to many shots, didn't involve his teammates enough and was plain selfish. Probably so, but how many other selfish players in this league's history didn't pass to teammates and hoisted up tons of shots without coming remotely close to 81? That list is considerably longer than the list of guys with 81 or more points in a game.
Mammas Let Your Kids Grow Up To Be Golfers
$250,000. That's the second number that gave me pause while reading my Monday sports section. Any idea where that number came from? Kobe's per point salary? Nope. Amount each NFL player got for winning a conference title? Guess again. Amount of money I would need to watch Skating with the Stars? Sorry, incorrect. (Although, if you are offering, you know where to email me, right?)
No, the $250,000 was the amount of money won by Loren Roberts. Don't recognize Mr. Roberts' name? That's ok. That's what I'm here for. Loren Roberts is a professional golfer. A good one. He's won some on the PGA Tour and played in the Ryder Cup. Roberts is regarded as one of the better putters on tour in recent years. Why did his weekend earnings merit my attention? Because Roberts won it on the Seniors Tour.
The Senior Tour? Oops. Sorry, Mr. Finchem, Roberts won the initial foray in '06 on The Champions Tour. Whatever they call it, it's the golf tour exclusively for the over fifty crowd. Now, think about that amount, again. $250,000. Am I way off base or doesn't that seem like a darn large chunk of change for winning a senior golf event?
A career of hitting a little white ball all over lush green fields while following the warm weather wherever it goes and cashing checks is followed by a retirement of the same? Forget annuities and Roth IRA's, somebody hand me a driver.
There are two lessons here, I think. First, teach your children golf. It's a great game. Even if your wonderkid doesn't become Tiger Woods, you can make a great living and a spectacular retirement without winning ($250,000 was only good enough for fourth place on the regular tour event). Second, I need to head to the driving range. I'm nine years from my potential Champions Tour debut.
My blogging brethren have shared their thoughts on Bryant's prodigious output. Most aren't warming up to Bryant's performance. I think it's easy to pile on Kobe for one simple reason. He's made it easy. Kobe's been portrayed selfish. If we are to believe the rumors, he's the primary reason the Lakers' most recent dynasty crumbled. Bryant wanted to be king of Los Angeles and couldn't assume that position until the guy with the crown--Shaquille O'Neal--was out of town. As the owner likes Kobe, the Big Guy now works in Florida.
In addition, Bryant has always been perceived as an old school ball hog. His critics suggest Bryant takes far too many shots and passes far too little. A night when you drop 81 on somebody ain't going to make that perception go away.
His legal issues, which taint his PR stature, also fuel the critics fire and cloud the judgment of many. However, let's forget about everything that Kobe is or isn't for a minute. He scored 81 points in a NBA game. I'm sorry, but that still leaves me shaking my head.
It's three days later and I still find myself mumbling "81?!?! 81 points? 81 stinking points? Are you kidding me?" The critics point out the fact Bryant torched the hapless Raptors. They say it's only a regular season game. Well, that's all fine and good, but in the history of this league how many guys playing against crappy teams have canned 81 or more? Hint: It's a small list. Real small.
I've been watching the NBA since the mid-1970's and I've seen a number of big-time scorers apply their trade. Julius Erving, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Karl Malone, Dominique Wilkins, George Gervin, David Thompson, Rick Barry, Larry Bird, Hakeem Olajuwon, Bernard King, Moses Malone, the list goes on and on, but not one has nailed 81 in a game. They all got to face some terrible competition at one point or another, but only Thompson's 73 came close to Bryant's Sunday night explosion.
In the interest of full disclosure, I think Bryant is everything people claim he is--selfish, a ball hog, intent on being the center of attention, a wondrous talent, perhaps, the finest player in the league. My perceptions aside, Bryant's 81 points are remarkable. The critics will still claim he took to many shots, didn't involve his teammates enough and was plain selfish. Probably so, but how many other selfish players in this league's history didn't pass to teammates and hoisted up tons of shots without coming remotely close to 81? That list is considerably longer than the list of guys with 81 or more points in a game.
Mammas Let Your Kids Grow Up To Be Golfers
$250,000. That's the second number that gave me pause while reading my Monday sports section. Any idea where that number came from? Kobe's per point salary? Nope. Amount each NFL player got for winning a conference title? Guess again. Amount of money I would need to watch Skating with the Stars? Sorry, incorrect. (Although, if you are offering, you know where to email me, right?)
No, the $250,000 was the amount of money won by Loren Roberts. Don't recognize Mr. Roberts' name? That's ok. That's what I'm here for. Loren Roberts is a professional golfer. A good one. He's won some on the PGA Tour and played in the Ryder Cup. Roberts is regarded as one of the better putters on tour in recent years. Why did his weekend earnings merit my attention? Because Roberts won it on the Seniors Tour.
The Senior Tour? Oops. Sorry, Mr. Finchem, Roberts won the initial foray in '06 on The Champions Tour. Whatever they call it, it's the golf tour exclusively for the over fifty crowd. Now, think about that amount, again. $250,000. Am I way off base or doesn't that seem like a darn large chunk of change for winning a senior golf event?
A career of hitting a little white ball all over lush green fields while following the warm weather wherever it goes and cashing checks is followed by a retirement of the same? Forget annuities and Roth IRA's, somebody hand me a driver.
There are two lessons here, I think. First, teach your children golf. It's a great game. Even if your wonderkid doesn't become Tiger Woods, you can make a great living and a spectacular retirement without winning ($250,000 was only good enough for fourth place on the regular tour event). Second, I need to head to the driving range. I'm nine years from my potential Champions Tour debut.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Out Of Town Football News
As per usual in mid-January, football action does occur, it's just far beyond metro Detroit. Starting on the other side of the pond, Everton beat Arsenal, 1-0. I'm sort of surprised. Ok, I'm thrilled to see the Toffees upend the Gunners. Didn't Arsenal just win a match 7-1 not long ago? Have Everton even scored seven goals since the new year began? Regardless, Everton is sneaking up the Premiership. I'd discuss Nottingham Forest's disappointing draw, but frankly you didn't care about the Everton match, so.....
Onto football you probably do care about. I rarely make picks around here, but I'm feeling adventurous so here is my take on the conference championship games. If you ask anyone who knows me reasonably well they will tell you I support two NFL teams--Detroit and Pittsburgh. While this means I clearly want the Steelers to triumph tomorrow, I'm getting the feeling Denver is going to emerge victorious. Why? Well, even though the Broncos are the betting favorite and they are at home, the Steelers are getting all the love.
If you've watched the coverage of the AFC title game, you'd get the feeling Pittsburgh was the favorite. Knocking off Indianapolis, everyone's Super Bowl favorite, coupled with two road playoff wins has made the Steelers the trendy pick. However, the Broncos have quietly dispatched nearly everyone this year including sending the champion Patriots home early. I'm going to hope the Steelers get the job done, but if I am going to guess a winner, I'm guessing Denver. (Please, please, Steelers, get two more wins. Please and thank you.)
In the NFC, I've got no gut feeling. Seattle would seem like the team to beat. However, a part of me just can't get past the fact they are still the Seahawks. The Panthers have a bit more post-season success, including a Super Bowl appearance. (I still can't get over the Panthers have been in a Super Bowl and the Lions haven't.) I like Jake Delhomme just a bit better than Matt Hasselbeck. So, I'll take Carolina in a close game.
Onto football you probably do care about. I rarely make picks around here, but I'm feeling adventurous so here is my take on the conference championship games. If you ask anyone who knows me reasonably well they will tell you I support two NFL teams--Detroit and Pittsburgh. While this means I clearly want the Steelers to triumph tomorrow, I'm getting the feeling Denver is going to emerge victorious. Why? Well, even though the Broncos are the betting favorite and they are at home, the Steelers are getting all the love.
If you've watched the coverage of the AFC title game, you'd get the feeling Pittsburgh was the favorite. Knocking off Indianapolis, everyone's Super Bowl favorite, coupled with two road playoff wins has made the Steelers the trendy pick. However, the Broncos have quietly dispatched nearly everyone this year including sending the champion Patriots home early. I'm going to hope the Steelers get the job done, but if I am going to guess a winner, I'm guessing Denver. (Please, please, Steelers, get two more wins. Please and thank you.)
In the NFC, I've got no gut feeling. Seattle would seem like the team to beat. However, a part of me just can't get past the fact they are still the Seahawks. The Panthers have a bit more post-season success, including a Super Bowl appearance. (I still can't get over the Panthers have been in a Super Bowl and the Lions haven't.) I like Jake Delhomme just a bit better than Matt Hasselbeck. So, I'll take Carolina in a close game.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Color Me Gray
It's been said you are one of two types of people. You are either the type that believes the proverbial glass is half full or you're the kind of person that sees the glass as half empty. When it comes to being a fan of the Detroit Lions, I think it's safe to say that many occupy the latter segment. Nearly fifty years of futility doesn't engender positive thought. Yet, when it comes to our beloved Honolulu Blue and Silver, I no longer see the glass as half empty or half full. It's just the same old stinking glass I've been staring at forever.
I want to be optimistic about Rod Marinelli as Detroit Lions coach. I, obviously, want him to lead the Lions to the success they haven't had since 1957. I want to be all fired up about the 2006 season. I want to be ready for training camp today. I'm not. I'm not even close.
It's not Marinelli's fault. I have no idea if he's the right guy or not. I admit that I tend to doubt he's the long term solution, but as I wish to be positive, I'll give the new guy a chance. It's just haven't we all been here, done that, before?
Marinelli's a tough guy. A military guy. A no nonsense guy. A guy the polar opposite of former coach Steve Mariucci. That's just the thing the Lions need, right? Well, maybe. Wasn't Bobby Ross a tough guy? Wasn't he a task master? How did that work out? Unlike Marinelli, Ross was not only a head coach before arriving in the Motor City, but he led San Diego to the Super Bowl. However, Ross failed here just like all the others since '57. So forgive me if Marinelli's direct, stern approach doesn't have me doing cartwheels.
I've sat through offensive gurus, defense first guys, college coaches, first time coaches, re-treads, old guys, young guys, soft guys, tough guys and everything in between. All have crashed and burned attempting to right the ship that is the Detroit Lions Football Club. Maybe Marinelli changes that pattern. Maybe he doesn't. Regardless, I just can't get myself excited about his arrival.
I'm sure Marinelli's age doesn't help. The fact he's never been a head coach anywhere bothers me as does the fact he's never been elevated to a coordinator's role. I'm sure my desire to see Tim Lewis get the job colors my opinion, too. And realizing Marinelli sounded quite a bit like Matt Millen did on his first day (lots of football rhetoric, not much idea what he was getting into) doesn't make me feel very good. Yet, with all that said, could Marinelli turn this team into a playoff team next season? Yes, I think he can.
Marinelli's enthusiasm and desire to teach are evident. If Matt Millen can help his new hire by filling a few roster holes and Marinelli's motivation can stir some of his players out of their malaise, then the playoff are possible in short order. However, an occasional playoff appearance isn't what I am hoping for. If Marinelli comes in and goes 8-8, their will be a party in his honor next year. 9-7 and people will be talking about Canton. I'll still be waiting for more substantial results.
What I wanted out of this hire, and what Marinelli may yet provide, is a long term answer to the Lions problems. I'd like to see the losing mentality around this franchise disappear. I'd like to see the Lions have a streak of four or five consecutive years in the playoffs. I'd like to see the Lions not only make the playoffs consistently, but advance deep into them. I'd like fans in other cities to think that for their team to win the Super Bowl, they've got to worry about beating Detroit. I want the Lions to win the Super Bowl not just host it.
Is Rod Marinelli the type of coach to guide the Lions to that kind of success? I honestly don't know. My heart hopes so, my mind has doubts. Thus, I'm left where I always am as a Lions fan--looking at the same philosophic half glass of water.
I want to be optimistic about Rod Marinelli as Detroit Lions coach. I, obviously, want him to lead the Lions to the success they haven't had since 1957. I want to be all fired up about the 2006 season. I want to be ready for training camp today. I'm not. I'm not even close.
It's not Marinelli's fault. I have no idea if he's the right guy or not. I admit that I tend to doubt he's the long term solution, but as I wish to be positive, I'll give the new guy a chance. It's just haven't we all been here, done that, before?
Marinelli's a tough guy. A military guy. A no nonsense guy. A guy the polar opposite of former coach Steve Mariucci. That's just the thing the Lions need, right? Well, maybe. Wasn't Bobby Ross a tough guy? Wasn't he a task master? How did that work out? Unlike Marinelli, Ross was not only a head coach before arriving in the Motor City, but he led San Diego to the Super Bowl. However, Ross failed here just like all the others since '57. So forgive me if Marinelli's direct, stern approach doesn't have me doing cartwheels.
I've sat through offensive gurus, defense first guys, college coaches, first time coaches, re-treads, old guys, young guys, soft guys, tough guys and everything in between. All have crashed and burned attempting to right the ship that is the Detroit Lions Football Club. Maybe Marinelli changes that pattern. Maybe he doesn't. Regardless, I just can't get myself excited about his arrival.
I'm sure Marinelli's age doesn't help. The fact he's never been a head coach anywhere bothers me as does the fact he's never been elevated to a coordinator's role. I'm sure my desire to see Tim Lewis get the job colors my opinion, too. And realizing Marinelli sounded quite a bit like Matt Millen did on his first day (lots of football rhetoric, not much idea what he was getting into) doesn't make me feel very good. Yet, with all that said, could Marinelli turn this team into a playoff team next season? Yes, I think he can.
Marinelli's enthusiasm and desire to teach are evident. If Matt Millen can help his new hire by filling a few roster holes and Marinelli's motivation can stir some of his players out of their malaise, then the playoff are possible in short order. However, an occasional playoff appearance isn't what I am hoping for. If Marinelli comes in and goes 8-8, their will be a party in his honor next year. 9-7 and people will be talking about Canton. I'll still be waiting for more substantial results.
What I wanted out of this hire, and what Marinelli may yet provide, is a long term answer to the Lions problems. I'd like to see the losing mentality around this franchise disappear. I'd like to see the Lions have a streak of four or five consecutive years in the playoffs. I'd like to see the Lions not only make the playoffs consistently, but advance deep into them. I'd like fans in other cities to think that for their team to win the Super Bowl, they've got to worry about beating Detroit. I want the Lions to win the Super Bowl not just host it.
Is Rod Marinelli the type of coach to guide the Lions to that kind of success? I honestly don't know. My heart hopes so, my mind has doubts. Thus, I'm left where I always am as a Lions fan--looking at the same philosophic half glass of water.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Breaking News: It's Marinelli
ESPNEWS and the Detroit Free Press are reporting the Detroit Lions are going to name Rod Marinelli as head coach. Check out this post from Ian at Sweaty Men Endeavors for some outside perspective on Marinelli.
Update: Fox Sports' Jay Glazer is reporting that Marinelli didn't make his flight out of Metro tonight. Isn't that how the Lions landed Marty Morninweg?
It's got to be a done deal. SI.com via the Associated Press is reporting this, too. Looks like we have a new sheriff in town.
Update: Fox Sports' Jay Glazer is reporting that Marinelli didn't make his flight out of Metro tonight. Isn't that how the Lions landed Marty Morninweg?
It's got to be a done deal. SI.com via the Associated Press is reporting this, too. Looks like we have a new sheriff in town.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
That's One Down, But Who Is Left?
For those of you playing along at home, scratch Mike Singletary off your list of potential Detroit Lions head coaches. ESPN.com is reporting that Singletary has been told he's been voted off Lions' Island.
I hate to say this, but with Singletary out and Maurice Carthon and Tim Lewis getting zero buzz around town, I'm beginning to wonder about "token interviews". To date, there's not been a single sign indicating any man of color was (or is) seriously in the running for the Lions gig. Now, there could be very legitimate reasons for that, but you have to wonder what the Lions' brass is looking for?
Do they want a guy with credentials? Lewis is a coordinator, not a position coach. He's coached solid units under Bill Cowher and Tom Coughlin. He's been to the playoffs. How much more experience do you need to have? Yet, in spite of this, Lewis has gotten almost no play around town. Either he's not in the running at all or Matt Millen has done a masterful job decoying every writer in the land.
I'll give the Lions and Millen the benefit of the doubt that they haven't earned. I'll just assume Lewis just isn't their cup of tea. Fine. Then why are the white position coaches still in the running, but Singletary is bounced at the first opportunity?
Russ Grimm and Rod Marinelli are far more suited to run the Lions than Singletary? Forgive me, but I'll take Singletary over both. Maybe that's just my remembering his playing career so fondly, but I just envision Singletary as an organized workaholic. If Singletary is a reach because this is so early in his coaching career then should I assume he never had a chance at the job anyway? Wouldn't that define "token interview"?
Each day that passes, this process just gets uglier and uglier. There are rumors that Jim Haslett will be the Lions new coach by tomorrow. It's about the third such rumor in the last ten days. Each time, however, a different coach was named. I'm hoping this is just smoke being blown about and that Lewis, my favorite from the outset, is still a viable candidate. Somehow, though, I just don't get the feeling that's very likely.
I hate to say this, but with Singletary out and Maurice Carthon and Tim Lewis getting zero buzz around town, I'm beginning to wonder about "token interviews". To date, there's not been a single sign indicating any man of color was (or is) seriously in the running for the Lions gig. Now, there could be very legitimate reasons for that, but you have to wonder what the Lions' brass is looking for?
Do they want a guy with credentials? Lewis is a coordinator, not a position coach. He's coached solid units under Bill Cowher and Tom Coughlin. He's been to the playoffs. How much more experience do you need to have? Yet, in spite of this, Lewis has gotten almost no play around town. Either he's not in the running at all or Matt Millen has done a masterful job decoying every writer in the land.
I'll give the Lions and Millen the benefit of the doubt that they haven't earned. I'll just assume Lewis just isn't their cup of tea. Fine. Then why are the white position coaches still in the running, but Singletary is bounced at the first opportunity?
Russ Grimm and Rod Marinelli are far more suited to run the Lions than Singletary? Forgive me, but I'll take Singletary over both. Maybe that's just my remembering his playing career so fondly, but I just envision Singletary as an organized workaholic. If Singletary is a reach because this is so early in his coaching career then should I assume he never had a chance at the job anyway? Wouldn't that define "token interview"?
Each day that passes, this process just gets uglier and uglier. There are rumors that Jim Haslett will be the Lions new coach by tomorrow. It's about the third such rumor in the last ten days. Each time, however, a different coach was named. I'm hoping this is just smoke being blown about and that Lewis, my favorite from the outset, is still a viable candidate. Somehow, though, I just don't get the feeling that's very likely.
Monday, January 16, 2006
That's Why We Watch
I'm not a reality TV fan. Reality TV is an oxymoron if there ever was one. Like jumbo shrimp or MTV News. I also don't know why anyone needs scripted reality when the actual stuff is far more interesting. The entire spectrum--from the mundane to the amazing to the absurd in life--plays itself out in non-fiction form on a regular basis. That's, in part, why I think I still find sports so compelling. Just about anything imaginable can happen and eventually will. We need look no further than the last six minutes of yesterday's NFL Playoff tilt between Pittsburgh and Indianapolis to see that in vivid color.
Most of you know the backdrop of the game. The Colts were the number one seed in the conference and the Steelers barely made the playoffs. Uber-QB Peyton Manning and company were penciled into Super Bowl XL by many pundits and fans alike. The Steelers were already after thoughts.
When the run-happy Steelers used their aerial attack to jump out to a 14-0 lead over the pass-happy Colts, the drama had begun. However, neither a half or three-quarters do a game make. It's what happened in the last half dozen minutes that reminds us why we watch sports to begin with.
When the game clock dropped below six minutes left, the contest's momentum took the first of many dramatic turns. Pittsburgh's Troy Polamalu intercepted a Manning pass. Up 21-10, it appeared the Steelers were in control of the game. Sure, there was a review underway to confirm that the Steelers safety had made the pick, but everyone could see that Polamalu had intercepted the pass. You knew it. I knew it. The announcers (eventually) knew it. The Colts knew it. Their fans most certainly knew it. Anyone who had seen any amount of football in their lives could make this call. Except one guy wearing a striped shirt.
The official decided it was an incomplete pass due to something he referred to as a failure to complete "a football act". What?!?!? A football act? Who has ever heard of such a thing? Suddenly the NFL's interception rule was turned into interpretative dance. Did the Russian judge nail Pittsburgh? Apparently, catching the ball and rolling over a couple of times, with possession, does not constitute a catch in the mind of this whistle-blower. After several minutes of reviewing replay angles, the guy still managed to botch the call. It was unbelievable. Instead of wondering if the Steelers were going to run out the clock, the Colts were given another chance. They didn't fail.
Manning promptly marched Indianapolis down the field. The Colts scored a touchdown and made a two point conversion. The game that just a few minutes prior seemed to be over was now anything but complete. The fans were re-ignited. Momentum, if you believe in such things, was clearly the Colts' ally. Indy now only needed a field goal to tie. A touchdown on their home turf would probably secure a victory. With that high octane offense and the emotional boost, surely Indianapolis would score again, right?
Conversely, the Steelers and most football observers were debating the merits of replay and wondering if an official's call would shake Pittsburgh's upset chance? What's the point of stalling the game for another five or ten minutes so an official can make such a glaring error? Wasn't replay designed to eliminate just this type of thing?
Yet, the Colts never mustered much offense the rest of the way. The Steelers defense, which was the story of the game, did not yield. In fact, on a fourth down and long play with 1:20 to go, Manning got sacked by linebacker Joey Porter and the Steelers had the ball on the doorstep of the Colts endzone.
Finally, the Steelers triumph had been secured. At worst, the Steelers would take a knee four times and force the Colts to march the length of the field with little time left. They could also kick a field goad and eat up most of the time remaining in the process. The best case scenario for Pittsburgh would be to score another touchdown and seal an impressive road victory. Any of those three options would advance the Steelers to the AFC Championship Game. None of them occurred.
On the very next play, Jerome Bettis fumbled the ball. Bettis, who hadn't fumbled in a forever, coughed up the rock. You could feel the game hang in the balance as the ball floated away from The Bus. The Steelers remarkable day was about to be ruined by a fumble from a future Hall of Famer on the brink of retirement. It couldn't happen this way, Bettis' last play being a game changing fumble, but it was going to be.
Colts DB Nick Harper scooped the ball and began downfield. The game was over. It had to be. A defensive back was racing towards the opponents goal line with only the Steelers quarterback between him and playoff immortality. Harper even had a couple of teammates around to help lead the way. With each yard Harper gained, the Colts moved closer to a date with Denver. Indianapolis was about to stage the most improbable comeback in the most dramatic fashion in recent memory. Or not.
Somehow, Ben Roethlisberger tackled Harper by his shoe. While the Steelers were still alive, things didn't look good. The last time old Mr. Momentum tapped the Colts on the shoulder, Manning marched Indy into the endzone. This time, even a field goal would keep the Colts Super Bowl dreams alive. You had to think the Colts were going to get at least three points. The game was either going to be headed for overtime or Indy would pull of this miraculous comeback in regulation. They did neither.
Indianapolis moved the ball from their 42 yard line to Pittsburgh's 27. That left Mike Vanderjagt to kick a game tying field goal. Vanderjagt rarely misses. Ever. He was at home. On turf. Indoors. This game was destined for overtime. How much more could either team have left emotionally to play OT? Could there be even more of this stuff? How could Pittsburgh lose this game sitting on Indy's two yard line up three with about one minute left? They didn't.
Vanderjagt's attempt to send this game into another stanza went wide right. Way wide. It was never close. It would be amazing if you hadn't watched the previous six minutes. It was a fitting end to this bizzaro game. You had running team passing to gain a lead. You had the high powered offense fizzle. You had an official redefine an interception. The road team jumped to an early lead, the home team mounted a comeback. You had the guy who never fumbles, fumble. You had the guy who doesn't tackle, make a game saving tackle. You had the kicker who doesn't miss, miss.
Let's face it, if you wrote a screenplay with this stuff it would be so unbelievable I doubt anyone would buy the idea. It's just too implausible to happen let alone occur in a six minute span. Yet, it's why we watch sports. The gigantic emotional swings. Seeing the unimaginable become reality. Knowing that underdogs can triumph. You keep can keep your reality TV, I'll stick to mine.
Most of you know the backdrop of the game. The Colts were the number one seed in the conference and the Steelers barely made the playoffs. Uber-QB Peyton Manning and company were penciled into Super Bowl XL by many pundits and fans alike. The Steelers were already after thoughts.
When the run-happy Steelers used their aerial attack to jump out to a 14-0 lead over the pass-happy Colts, the drama had begun. However, neither a half or three-quarters do a game make. It's what happened in the last half dozen minutes that reminds us why we watch sports to begin with.
When the game clock dropped below six minutes left, the contest's momentum took the first of many dramatic turns. Pittsburgh's Troy Polamalu intercepted a Manning pass. Up 21-10, it appeared the Steelers were in control of the game. Sure, there was a review underway to confirm that the Steelers safety had made the pick, but everyone could see that Polamalu had intercepted the pass. You knew it. I knew it. The announcers (eventually) knew it. The Colts knew it. Their fans most certainly knew it. Anyone who had seen any amount of football in their lives could make this call. Except one guy wearing a striped shirt.
The official decided it was an incomplete pass due to something he referred to as a failure to complete "a football act". What?!?!? A football act? Who has ever heard of such a thing? Suddenly the NFL's interception rule was turned into interpretative dance. Did the Russian judge nail Pittsburgh? Apparently, catching the ball and rolling over a couple of times, with possession, does not constitute a catch in the mind of this whistle-blower. After several minutes of reviewing replay angles, the guy still managed to botch the call. It was unbelievable. Instead of wondering if the Steelers were going to run out the clock, the Colts were given another chance. They didn't fail.
Manning promptly marched Indianapolis down the field. The Colts scored a touchdown and made a two point conversion. The game that just a few minutes prior seemed to be over was now anything but complete. The fans were re-ignited. Momentum, if you believe in such things, was clearly the Colts' ally. Indy now only needed a field goal to tie. A touchdown on their home turf would probably secure a victory. With that high octane offense and the emotional boost, surely Indianapolis would score again, right?
Conversely, the Steelers and most football observers were debating the merits of replay and wondering if an official's call would shake Pittsburgh's upset chance? What's the point of stalling the game for another five or ten minutes so an official can make such a glaring error? Wasn't replay designed to eliminate just this type of thing?
Yet, the Colts never mustered much offense the rest of the way. The Steelers defense, which was the story of the game, did not yield. In fact, on a fourth down and long play with 1:20 to go, Manning got sacked by linebacker Joey Porter and the Steelers had the ball on the doorstep of the Colts endzone.
Finally, the Steelers triumph had been secured. At worst, the Steelers would take a knee four times and force the Colts to march the length of the field with little time left. They could also kick a field goad and eat up most of the time remaining in the process. The best case scenario for Pittsburgh would be to score another touchdown and seal an impressive road victory. Any of those three options would advance the Steelers to the AFC Championship Game. None of them occurred.
On the very next play, Jerome Bettis fumbled the ball. Bettis, who hadn't fumbled in a forever, coughed up the rock. You could feel the game hang in the balance as the ball floated away from The Bus. The Steelers remarkable day was about to be ruined by a fumble from a future Hall of Famer on the brink of retirement. It couldn't happen this way, Bettis' last play being a game changing fumble, but it was going to be.
Colts DB Nick Harper scooped the ball and began downfield. The game was over. It had to be. A defensive back was racing towards the opponents goal line with only the Steelers quarterback between him and playoff immortality. Harper even had a couple of teammates around to help lead the way. With each yard Harper gained, the Colts moved closer to a date with Denver. Indianapolis was about to stage the most improbable comeback in the most dramatic fashion in recent memory. Or not.
Somehow, Ben Roethlisberger tackled Harper by his shoe. While the Steelers were still alive, things didn't look good. The last time old Mr. Momentum tapped the Colts on the shoulder, Manning marched Indy into the endzone. This time, even a field goal would keep the Colts Super Bowl dreams alive. You had to think the Colts were going to get at least three points. The game was either going to be headed for overtime or Indy would pull of this miraculous comeback in regulation. They did neither.
Indianapolis moved the ball from their 42 yard line to Pittsburgh's 27. That left Mike Vanderjagt to kick a game tying field goal. Vanderjagt rarely misses. Ever. He was at home. On turf. Indoors. This game was destined for overtime. How much more could either team have left emotionally to play OT? Could there be even more of this stuff? How could Pittsburgh lose this game sitting on Indy's two yard line up three with about one minute left? They didn't.
Vanderjagt's attempt to send this game into another stanza went wide right. Way wide. It was never close. It would be amazing if you hadn't watched the previous six minutes. It was a fitting end to this bizzaro game. You had running team passing to gain a lead. You had the high powered offense fizzle. You had an official redefine an interception. The road team jumped to an early lead, the home team mounted a comeback. You had the guy who never fumbles, fumble. You had the guy who doesn't tackle, make a game saving tackle. You had the kicker who doesn't miss, miss.
Let's face it, if you wrote a screenplay with this stuff it would be so unbelievable I doubt anyone would buy the idea. It's just too implausible to happen let alone occur in a six minute span. Yet, it's why we watch sports. The gigantic emotional swings. Seeing the unimaginable become reality. Knowing that underdogs can triumph. You keep can keep your reality TV, I'll stick to mine.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
This, That And The Hall
Yes, boys and girls, it's another round of my legendary random observations. Sit back, grab a drink and let's see where this goes.
* In looking over the Detroit Lions list of would-be coaching choices, I'm not overly excited about any of them. Yes, we are all aware that I like Tim Lewis, the Giants defensive coordinator. (Much to my pleasant surprise, he is on Matt Millen's "To Be Interviewed" list. In fact, he may be chatting with Millen right now.) I like Mike Singletary and Russ Grimm, as well, just a bit less than Lewis. But, overall, this group of candidates just doesn't have much zest, for lack of a better word at this moment. There just isn't a sure-fire, gotta have 'em coach in the lot.
Actually, there probably is one of those type of coaches in the lot making the interview rounds currently. The odds are one of these guys on the interview carousel is probably going to turn out to be a great coach. The problem is we don't know which one it is. The disturbing question, especially for those of us who remain loyal to the Lions, is can Millen pick out the right candidate?
* A note to my fellow Michigan residents. I saw three robins on Saturday. Reminder, it's still January. Now, here is the query. Are the robins plain crazy and should be bolting town immediately or do they know something the weather forecasters don't?
* Lots of folks are up in arms over Joe Paterno's latest insensitive comments. As Michael Rosenberg points out in the Fox Sports piece, the list of JoePa's ill advised statements gets longer each year. Now, I'm not quite sure I'd can the guy over his latest ramblings, but let's get something very clear--they are ramblings.
Coach Paterno is, well, old. Old enough that, like others in his age group, he says things that are either painfully honest or just plain painful. Is that an excuse? No, just a fact of life. Once some reach a certain age, they are either unwilling or unable to edit their comments. They aren't interested in political correctness. They've been around longer than you and they feel they know what's best.
Unfortunately, that means this sort of thing is going to happen again. Which isn't really acceptable from your football coach even if he's a living legend. What Paterno's family needs to do is convince Paterno to walk away on a high note. This was a tremendous season for Penn State. PSU surely does not want to fire their most famous face after such a triumphant year. Yet, leaving him to continue his duties will only guarantee further and, perhaps, even more deeply regrettable statements that will only taint his status.
Here's hoping Paterno has enough sense left to step down. Not because of one statement, but because it's been more than one statement. Not because I want him fired, but because I don't want the university to have to fire him a la Bobby Knight. Not because he's a bad guy, but because I don't want Paterno to follow in Woody Hayes' footsteps and have his last coaching image be a negative one.
* Even with more television coverage than ever before, I still find tennis' Australian Open to be lost down-under. It's tennis' version of golf's PGA Championship--the forgotten major. I expect both golf fans who stop by here to decry this comparison. Sorry.
* So, I'm still curling. And, yes, I have found out that I do have some Canadian blood way back in the family lineage. I attempted to play last evening for the first time in about five weeks. I say attempted as I was so bad words fail to describe my futility. I openly apologize to those on my team.
The step between an adult recreation class and a weekly league gathering is very large. Like the difference between high school and college sports. Premise is the same. Pace of play and skill level are entirely different. No need to worry about me, though. I have plenty of Tylenol.
* The normal thing for a Detroit sports blogger to do is complain about Alan Trammell's and Jack Morris' latest exclusion from Baseball's Hall of Fame. I'm going to skirt the issue just a bit. (Besides, I'm confident others will take up this cause much more effectively.) I think a case can be made for either man to be enshrined. I think a case can be made to exclude either man from Cooperstown's hallowed halls. However, what I cannot quite get my tiny brain around is the incredibly small vote totals each man continues to receive.
How Trammell gets on only 17.7% of the ballots astounds me. So, too, does Morris getting only 41.2% of the vote. I just don't see how the numbers for these two guys can be so incredibly low.
* I can't quibble about Bruce Sutter's election. I would have voted for him, too. Probably years ago. However, I don't quite see how the voters justified Sutter, but bypassed Rich "Goose" Gossage? I agree with ESPN.com's Buster Olney on Gossage.
When I was but a wee lad, Gossage was THE closer in the game. He was the prototype flame thrower. When he was with the Yankees, I disliked him as much as any kid who rooted for the Red Sox did. However, the guy was dominant in his prime. Yes, he pitched far past his peak, but he help set the standard all others closers have aimed for. His exclusion is unfortunate.
It's getting late and I've got things to do, so that's it for this edition of my own elderly ramblings. Thanks, as always, for stopping by.
* In looking over the Detroit Lions list of would-be coaching choices, I'm not overly excited about any of them. Yes, we are all aware that I like Tim Lewis, the Giants defensive coordinator. (Much to my pleasant surprise, he is on Matt Millen's "To Be Interviewed" list. In fact, he may be chatting with Millen right now.) I like Mike Singletary and Russ Grimm, as well, just a bit less than Lewis. But, overall, this group of candidates just doesn't have much zest, for lack of a better word at this moment. There just isn't a sure-fire, gotta have 'em coach in the lot.
Actually, there probably is one of those type of coaches in the lot making the interview rounds currently. The odds are one of these guys on the interview carousel is probably going to turn out to be a great coach. The problem is we don't know which one it is. The disturbing question, especially for those of us who remain loyal to the Lions, is can Millen pick out the right candidate?
* A note to my fellow Michigan residents. I saw three robins on Saturday. Reminder, it's still January. Now, here is the query. Are the robins plain crazy and should be bolting town immediately or do they know something the weather forecasters don't?
* Lots of folks are up in arms over Joe Paterno's latest insensitive comments. As Michael Rosenberg points out in the Fox Sports piece, the list of JoePa's ill advised statements gets longer each year. Now, I'm not quite sure I'd can the guy over his latest ramblings, but let's get something very clear--they are ramblings.
Coach Paterno is, well, old. Old enough that, like others in his age group, he says things that are either painfully honest or just plain painful. Is that an excuse? No, just a fact of life. Once some reach a certain age, they are either unwilling or unable to edit their comments. They aren't interested in political correctness. They've been around longer than you and they feel they know what's best.
Unfortunately, that means this sort of thing is going to happen again. Which isn't really acceptable from your football coach even if he's a living legend. What Paterno's family needs to do is convince Paterno to walk away on a high note. This was a tremendous season for Penn State. PSU surely does not want to fire their most famous face after such a triumphant year. Yet, leaving him to continue his duties will only guarantee further and, perhaps, even more deeply regrettable statements that will only taint his status.
Here's hoping Paterno has enough sense left to step down. Not because of one statement, but because it's been more than one statement. Not because I want him fired, but because I don't want the university to have to fire him a la Bobby Knight. Not because he's a bad guy, but because I don't want Paterno to follow in Woody Hayes' footsteps and have his last coaching image be a negative one.
* Even with more television coverage than ever before, I still find tennis' Australian Open to be lost down-under. It's tennis' version of golf's PGA Championship--the forgotten major. I expect both golf fans who stop by here to decry this comparison. Sorry.
* So, I'm still curling. And, yes, I have found out that I do have some Canadian blood way back in the family lineage. I attempted to play last evening for the first time in about five weeks. I say attempted as I was so bad words fail to describe my futility. I openly apologize to those on my team.
The step between an adult recreation class and a weekly league gathering is very large. Like the difference between high school and college sports. Premise is the same. Pace of play and skill level are entirely different. No need to worry about me, though. I have plenty of Tylenol.
* The normal thing for a Detroit sports blogger to do is complain about Alan Trammell's and Jack Morris' latest exclusion from Baseball's Hall of Fame. I'm going to skirt the issue just a bit. (Besides, I'm confident others will take up this cause much more effectively.) I think a case can be made for either man to be enshrined. I think a case can be made to exclude either man from Cooperstown's hallowed halls. However, what I cannot quite get my tiny brain around is the incredibly small vote totals each man continues to receive.
How Trammell gets on only 17.7% of the ballots astounds me. So, too, does Morris getting only 41.2% of the vote. I just don't see how the numbers for these two guys can be so incredibly low.
* I can't quibble about Bruce Sutter's election. I would have voted for him, too. Probably years ago. However, I don't quite see how the voters justified Sutter, but bypassed Rich "Goose" Gossage? I agree with ESPN.com's Buster Olney on Gossage.
When I was but a wee lad, Gossage was THE closer in the game. He was the prototype flame thrower. When he was with the Yankees, I disliked him as much as any kid who rooted for the Red Sox did. However, the guy was dominant in his prime. Yes, he pitched far past his peak, but he help set the standard all others closers have aimed for. His exclusion is unfortunate.
It's getting late and I've got things to do, so that's it for this edition of my own elderly ramblings. Thanks, as always, for stopping by.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Tejada To Tigers?
I'm not quite sure what to make of this? The Boston Herald is reporting that the Detroit Tigers have recently gotten involved in the Miguel Tejada trade rumors. Yes, that's our Detroit Tigers they are talking about. What happened to the "our lineup is set" talk? Why would Tejada, who is unhappy about the Orioles plight, be any more content with the perpetually below .500 Tigers? Why would Tejada, who is questioning why the Orioles haven't made more moves, opt for Detroit who have almost stood still this winter adding only aging arms Kenny Rogers and Todd Jones to a fourth place ballclub? It just doesn't jive.
Can the Tigers be legitimate players in a deal to land Tejada? Wouldn't Jeremy Bonderman be the first player they request? Sure, Pudge Rodriguez would seem like a likely candidate to be shipped Baltimore's way, but the O's just signed Ramon Hernandez to catch and still have Javy Lopez. Wouldn't Tejada prefer Rodriguez as a teammate? How many players, in total, would the Tigers have to part with to get Miggy? Four for one? Five for one?
Maybe Lee has it right. The Tigers may just be calling to help facilitate a multi-team, multi-player deal. They would be involved, just not the ones landing the star shortstop. That's got to be it, doesn't it?
Can the Tigers be legitimate players in a deal to land Tejada? Wouldn't Jeremy Bonderman be the first player they request? Sure, Pudge Rodriguez would seem like a likely candidate to be shipped Baltimore's way, but the O's just signed Ramon Hernandez to catch and still have Javy Lopez. Wouldn't Tejada prefer Rodriguez as a teammate? How many players, in total, would the Tigers have to part with to get Miggy? Four for one? Five for one?
Maybe Lee has it right. The Tigers may just be calling to help facilitate a multi-team, multi-player deal. They would be involved, just not the ones landing the star shortstop. That's got to be it, doesn't it?
Trading Spaces?
There is some growing talk around town about whether the Detroit Lions should attempt to move up in the 2006 NFL Draft. Last night's Vince Young Show, live from Pasadena, did nothing but ignite the conversation further. Some would like the Lions to trade up to land the University of Texas star, thus giving Detroit the quarterback they are looking for. Coming off the performance of a lifetime, that's difficult to argue.
However, as it stands this second, there are only two players I would move up the board to land--D'Brickshaw Ferguson and A.J. Hawk. If Ferguson is as great as some would have us believe, he would answer the Lions' need for offensive line help immediately and secure the tackle spot for a very long time.
Hawk, who I haven't seen projected as much lower than the fourth overall choice, could be one of those very special linebackers. He is precisely what the Lions need--a playmaker. I don't care about any of the current linebackers on the roster, Hawk would be better than all of them instantly.
If the Lions cannot move up, as I think trading partners in such a venture would be difficult to find, I kind of like Chad Greenway, LB, Iowa at number nine. It's far too early to get any solid ideas about the draft, we aren't even sure if Young will bypass his final year of eligibility yet, but the draft always makes for interesting debate.
However, as it stands this second, there are only two players I would move up the board to land--D'Brickshaw Ferguson and A.J. Hawk. If Ferguson is as great as some would have us believe, he would answer the Lions' need for offensive line help immediately and secure the tackle spot for a very long time.
Hawk, who I haven't seen projected as much lower than the fourth overall choice, could be one of those very special linebackers. He is precisely what the Lions need--a playmaker. I don't care about any of the current linebackers on the roster, Hawk would be better than all of them instantly.
If the Lions cannot move up, as I think trading partners in such a venture would be difficult to find, I kind of like Chad Greenway, LB, Iowa at number nine. It's far too early to get any solid ideas about the draft, we aren't even sure if Young will bypass his final year of eligibility yet, but the draft always makes for interesting debate.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Let The Interviews Begin
The search for the next Detroit Lions head coach has begun. ESPN.com is reporting that fired Saints coach Jim Haslett is headed to Detroit for an interview. Over at SI.com, Don Banks is guessing the Lions search may come down to Ron Rivera and Russ Grimm. Also, Sports Illustrated is reporting the Lions have contacted Mike Singletary and are looking to get permission to speak with Kansas City's Al Saunders.
I think it's safe to assume that Matt Millen will opt for someone who appears to be a disciplinarian. A notion I approve of. I would also prefer a defensive guy at this point. I'm in complete agreement with the aforementioned Mr. Banks of SI.com who stated:
I believe, that like a short game in golf, having a solid defensive performance week in and week out at least gives you the opportunity to compete. The offense, much like your success with a driver, may vary from week to week, but being able to play above average defense keeps you in games. That's, in part, why I am leaning towards a defensive guy.
Here's where I make today's plea for Tim Lewis. I think the Giants defensive coordinator merits an interview at minimum. He's been to the playoffs. He's a young guy.
Here is what Jeff Gordon, Fox Sports and STLTODAY writer, not the NASCAR champ, said about Lewis in his breakdown of would-be NFL head coaches (read the whole article, by the way):
Let's discount his agent's comments, but I can't see why Lewis would be any less viable than the more well known, but less experienced Singletary. I'm not saying that Lewis is clearly the right guy for Detroit, but he deserves an interview to find out.
I think it's safe to assume that Matt Millen will opt for someone who appears to be a disciplinarian. A notion I approve of. I would also prefer a defensive guy at this point. I'm in complete agreement with the aforementioned Mr. Banks of SI.com who stated:
The sagest head coaching hires of late have been the guys with defensive coordinator experience (of which
Edwards has none). There's Marvin Lewis in Cincinnati, Lovie Smith in Chicago, Jack Del Rio in Jacksonville (playoff coaches all in 2005), John Fox in Carolina, Jim Mora in Atlanta, Mike Nolan in San Francisco, Romeo Crennel in Cleveland and Nick Saban in Miami. When you throw in former defensive coordinators like Tony Dungy, Bill Belichick, Bill Cowher, Jeff Fisher, Bill Parcells and Marty Schottenheimer, much of the league is led by that particular coaching sub-set.
I believe, that like a short game in golf, having a solid defensive performance week in and week out at least gives you the opportunity to compete. The offense, much like your success with a driver, may vary from week to week, but being able to play above average defense keeps you in games. That's, in part, why I am leaning towards a defensive guy.
Here's where I make today's plea for Tim Lewis. I think the Giants defensive coordinator merits an interview at minimum. He's been to the playoffs. He's a young guy.
Here is what Jeff Gordon, Fox Sports and STLTODAY writer, not the NASCAR champ, said about Lewis in his breakdown of would-be NFL head coaches (read the whole article, by the way):
He interviewed for the Falcons job that went to Jim Mora. He just turned 44, so he fits the mold of an up-and-comer. Michael Strahan and Co. rave about his efforts to restore their defensive roar.
"Tim is experienced, he's experienced success, he's an
articulate leader and he's a great-looking guy," agent Bob LaMonte told the Newark Star-Ledger. What more does a man need to get ahead?
Let's discount his agent's comments, but I can't see why Lewis would be any less viable than the more well known, but less experienced Singletary. I'm not saying that Lewis is clearly the right guy for Detroit, but he deserves an interview to find out.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Lions Off-Season News Begins
The Detroit Lions will pick ninth in the 2006 NFL Draft, if I have read this story from ESPN.com correctly. I have not wavered (since yesterday) that they need to select an offensive lineman. I hope there is one worthy of the ninth overall selection. Of course, if there isn't one available at nine, it's not like they can't use help elsewhere.
In light of today's wave of firings and the rumors that Oakland will can Norv Turner tomorrow, Matt Millen will be jockeying with about eight other NFL teams for a new head coach this off-season. Why does that not reassure me?
Anyone out there got an early favorite for the job? I kind of like Tim Lewis the defensive coordinator with the Giants, but it's early in the process and I'm quite confident that I'm unaware of at least half the candidates. I reserve the right to change my mind when I get a better idea of who is in the field.
In light of today's wave of firings and the rumors that Oakland will can Norv Turner tomorrow, Matt Millen will be jockeying with about eight other NFL teams for a new head coach this off-season. Why does that not reassure me?
Anyone out there got an early favorite for the job? I kind of like Tim Lewis the defensive coordinator with the Giants, but it's early in the process and I'm quite confident that I'm unaware of at least half the candidates. I reserve the right to change my mind when I get a better idea of who is in the field.
Your Opinions On Satellite Radio
The radio in our automobile needs to be replaced and I've been debating acquiring a XM ready receiver. There are a number of things I need to consider before plunking down the cash. Do I get a XM ready receiver installed complete with a new CD player and traditional AM/FM options or, do I get a portable XM Radio, so I can get more use out of it? If so, which portable unit? What about reception? I've heard mixed reviews about dropouts and not getting much reception indoors.
This is where I could use your advice. If any of you have XM or Sirius, for that matter, would you be so kind as to share your thoughts on the service? Thank you.
Oh, and you may be wondering why XM over Sirius? I'm leaning XM's way for a single reason--Major League Baseball.
This is where I could use your advice. If any of you have XM or Sirius, for that matter, would you be so kind as to share your thoughts on the service? Thank you.
Oh, and you may be wondering why XM over Sirius? I'm leaning XM's way for a single reason--Major League Baseball.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy 2006!
For those of you still a bit too groggy to recall, allow me to remind you that it's a new year. Yes, 2006 has arrived. No, that noise wasn't entirely in your head last night--there were actual fireworks. While you were busy doing things I probably do not want to know about, I made a few minor changes around the blog.
I've edited the links section. I've added a number of new blogs that I encourage you to read. I've found some good tennis blogs, added two Pistons blogs and I'm looking to add some golf links, if you know of any. They do have to pass my test, however. Unfortunately, much like gauging a hall of fame candidate, I'm not sure I can tell you what I'm looking for, but I know it when I see it.
Also, I figured I should post something. That is what I do around here. Well, most of the time. In the spirit of the season, and borrowing an oh-so-familiar format, I'd like to offer some hopes for the new year. I'm pretty sure most of these are going to be sports related, but I'm kind of making this up as I go, so let's see who or what I mention. Pay close attention, your name may pop up.
To Matt Millen, the coach of a lifetime. The Lions head honcho needs a small miracle to keep his job beyond '06. It begins and ends with whomever he hands the keys of Mr. Ford's team over to. Here's hoping he finds the Lions' version of Noll, Walsh or Shula--a guy who utterly transforms the performance and image of the organization.
To the Detroit Lions next quarterback, two offensive linemen in the draft, one a first rounder, and maybe one more via free agency.
To Kevin Jones, Lions runningback, see previous wish.
To Detroit Lions fans, I hope for a playoff team next year. Yeah, it's a big jump, but this is a wish list.
To Brett Favre, Jerome Bettis and Deion Sanders, future Hall of Famers, a fulfilling retirement.
To Detroit Super Bowl Host Committee, forget the weather and the city, the out-of-town press will hate both, just have one of the best games ever played. That will leave enough impression for the millions of television viewers.
To the Detroit Pistons, a second championship in three years.
To Chauncey Billups, Piston point guard, the All-Star Game selection he covets and deserves. A top five MVP finish, too.
To BB reader and fellow blogger, Sridhar Raman, more visits here and the ability to watch the Pistons more.
To Amare Stoudamere, Phoenix Suns forward, a return to health.
To the Detroit Red Wings, a big time goalie at the trade deadline. Jimmy Howard may be the next great Wings netminder, but it doesn't look like that road will begin this year.
To Steve Yzerman, Wings legend, the ability to retire whenever he feels its appropriate. And a healthy, happy life away from the game when he does decide to leave.
To the city of Pittsburgh, a chance to keep the Penguins.
To the Ottawa Senators, the Finals appearance they've been aiming for.
To the NHL, better television ratings.
To Major League Baseball, an injury-free and fun World Cup.
To Rafael Palmeiro, a mirror.
To Manny Ramirez, Boston slugger, and Miguel Tejada, Baltimore masher, the trade both are looking for. Mostly, so we don't spend three more months wading through the rumors.
To the Detroit Tigers, a record above .500.
To Dave Dombrowski, the emergence of the Tigers young players as stars at all levels of the organization.
To David Chadd, Tigers' draft guru, another solid draft as the '05 version appears to be.
To Jeremy Bonderman, a twenty win season. (Ok, ok, nineteen wouldn't be bad, either.)
To Justin Verlander, the American League Rookie of the Year Award.
To Pudge Rodriguez, happiness. Last year was tough, I'll spot you that. However, it could be worse than making ten million playing baseball. Come on, Pudge. The town loves you. You love you. Just enjoy the game and hit the snot out of the ball, again.
To Magglio Ordonez, health. I'm going to be optimistic and assume you can still hit if you are well. Please, prove me right.
To the television cameramen covering the Tigers, helmetcam. Come on, you knew the obligatory shot at Kenny Rogers arrival was going to appear.
To Detroit Tigers fans, something to cheer about in '06 and give you realistic hope for '07.
To my fellow members of the Detroit Independent Baseball Scribes, DIBS, more hits at your sites and press credentials at Comerica Park.
To Bill, of Detroit Tigers Weblog fame, interviews with Jim Leyland and Mike Ilitch.
To Brian, of Tiger Blog.net, more book opportunities. One with just your name on the spine.
To Rob, Bleacher Guy blogger, an offer to take Bleacher Guy Radio to the local airwaves.
To Sam, of Roar of the Tigers and other blogs too numerous to name, a chance encounter with Brandon Inge in Ann Arbor, national recognition of your blogging, and a couple of more blogs to devote your spare time to.
To Ian, of Sweaty Men Endeavors and Fried Rice Thoughts, the healing only time can provide and a date with Ms. Johansson.
To Iain, of The Baseball Desert, perfect baseball weather in Boston in May. Two Sox wins, as well.
To Greg at Out of Bounds, success as a sportswriter. I'd suggest a newspaper gig, but you may be better off right where you are--on the 'net and at Motor City Sports Magazine. Oh, and a fresh supply of the Out Of Bounds T-shirt you owe me.
To my friends at Detroit Tigers Central, forgiveness of my absence. You are doing fine without me.
To the Leelanau Sports Guy, blogger at Sportspig.com, more snow or less, whichever you prefer.
To The Sports Dude over at Luke Walton's Forehead, perseverance at EMU and a Michigan win over Ohio State.
To Lee at Tiger Tales, a welcome addition to the Tigers' blogging community, more new numbers to crunch.
To Lloyd Carr, Michigan head football coach, here's hoping you make the right changes this off-season.
To John L. Smith, Michigan State head football coach, a bowl appearance. Something closer to January 1 would help.
To Greg Kampe, head basketball coach at Oakland University, a win over Valpo, a win over Oral Roberts, another post-season run and a solid recruiting class. (I'm not asking for much, am I?)
To Tom Izzo, basketball coach at MSU, another Final Four appearance.
To Tommy Amaker, hoops coach at Michigan, a good enough Big Ten campaign so your squad is not on the bubble on Selection Sunday.
To the Torino Olympic Organizing Committee, a safe and scandal free games.
To Ernie Els, golfer, a spectacular return from an injury filled '05.
To Tiger Woods, two major wins and some competition.
To Sergio Garcia, golfer, performances to match his talent and ego.
To the Buick Open, our local PGA Tour stop, an appearance from Mr. Woods.
To the U.S. Men's National Soccer Team, enough victories to advance to the second round of the World Cup.
To England, yes, the whole nation, a World Cup victory. If the Red Sox and White Sox can end the madness, why not England?
To the fans of Everton, English Premier side, a brooming out of the powers-that-be, an influx of cash and avoiding relegation.
To Reading, Championship level side, the promotion to the Premiership that gets closer each day.
To Nottingham Forest, Division I club, the beginning of a climb back up the English football ranks.
To the Indy Racing League and Champ Car, the much-needed merger. Enough already.
To all of you who stop by my little corner of interent space, either on a regular basis or only once in a while, my sincere desire that '06 brings you health and happiness.
I've edited the links section. I've added a number of new blogs that I encourage you to read. I've found some good tennis blogs, added two Pistons blogs and I'm looking to add some golf links, if you know of any. They do have to pass my test, however. Unfortunately, much like gauging a hall of fame candidate, I'm not sure I can tell you what I'm looking for, but I know it when I see it.
Also, I figured I should post something. That is what I do around here. Well, most of the time. In the spirit of the season, and borrowing an oh-so-familiar format, I'd like to offer some hopes for the new year. I'm pretty sure most of these are going to be sports related, but I'm kind of making this up as I go, so let's see who or what I mention. Pay close attention, your name may pop up.
To Matt Millen, the coach of a lifetime. The Lions head honcho needs a small miracle to keep his job beyond '06. It begins and ends with whomever he hands the keys of Mr. Ford's team over to. Here's hoping he finds the Lions' version of Noll, Walsh or Shula--a guy who utterly transforms the performance and image of the organization.
To the Detroit Lions next quarterback, two offensive linemen in the draft, one a first rounder, and maybe one more via free agency.
To Kevin Jones, Lions runningback, see previous wish.
To Detroit Lions fans, I hope for a playoff team next year. Yeah, it's a big jump, but this is a wish list.
To Brett Favre, Jerome Bettis and Deion Sanders, future Hall of Famers, a fulfilling retirement.
To Detroit Super Bowl Host Committee, forget the weather and the city, the out-of-town press will hate both, just have one of the best games ever played. That will leave enough impression for the millions of television viewers.
To the Detroit Pistons, a second championship in three years.
To Chauncey Billups, Piston point guard, the All-Star Game selection he covets and deserves. A top five MVP finish, too.
To BB reader and fellow blogger, Sridhar Raman, more visits here and the ability to watch the Pistons more.
To Amare Stoudamere, Phoenix Suns forward, a return to health.
To the Detroit Red Wings, a big time goalie at the trade deadline. Jimmy Howard may be the next great Wings netminder, but it doesn't look like that road will begin this year.
To Steve Yzerman, Wings legend, the ability to retire whenever he feels its appropriate. And a healthy, happy life away from the game when he does decide to leave.
To the city of Pittsburgh, a chance to keep the Penguins.
To the Ottawa Senators, the Finals appearance they've been aiming for.
To the NHL, better television ratings.
To Major League Baseball, an injury-free and fun World Cup.
To Rafael Palmeiro, a mirror.
To Manny Ramirez, Boston slugger, and Miguel Tejada, Baltimore masher, the trade both are looking for. Mostly, so we don't spend three more months wading through the rumors.
To the Detroit Tigers, a record above .500.
To Dave Dombrowski, the emergence of the Tigers young players as stars at all levels of the organization.
To David Chadd, Tigers' draft guru, another solid draft as the '05 version appears to be.
To Jeremy Bonderman, a twenty win season. (Ok, ok, nineteen wouldn't be bad, either.)
To Justin Verlander, the American League Rookie of the Year Award.
To Pudge Rodriguez, happiness. Last year was tough, I'll spot you that. However, it could be worse than making ten million playing baseball. Come on, Pudge. The town loves you. You love you. Just enjoy the game and hit the snot out of the ball, again.
To Magglio Ordonez, health. I'm going to be optimistic and assume you can still hit if you are well. Please, prove me right.
To the television cameramen covering the Tigers, helmetcam. Come on, you knew the obligatory shot at Kenny Rogers arrival was going to appear.
To Detroit Tigers fans, something to cheer about in '06 and give you realistic hope for '07.
To my fellow members of the Detroit Independent Baseball Scribes, DIBS, more hits at your sites and press credentials at Comerica Park.
To Bill, of Detroit Tigers Weblog fame, interviews with Jim Leyland and Mike Ilitch.
To Brian, of Tiger Blog.net, more book opportunities. One with just your name on the spine.
To Rob, Bleacher Guy blogger, an offer to take Bleacher Guy Radio to the local airwaves.
To Sam, of Roar of the Tigers and other blogs too numerous to name, a chance encounter with Brandon Inge in Ann Arbor, national recognition of your blogging, and a couple of more blogs to devote your spare time to.
To Ian, of Sweaty Men Endeavors and Fried Rice Thoughts, the healing only time can provide and a date with Ms. Johansson.
To Iain, of The Baseball Desert, perfect baseball weather in Boston in May. Two Sox wins, as well.
To Greg at Out of Bounds, success as a sportswriter. I'd suggest a newspaper gig, but you may be better off right where you are--on the 'net and at Motor City Sports Magazine. Oh, and a fresh supply of the Out Of Bounds T-shirt you owe me.
To my friends at Detroit Tigers Central, forgiveness of my absence. You are doing fine without me.
To the Leelanau Sports Guy, blogger at Sportspig.com, more snow or less, whichever you prefer.
To The Sports Dude over at Luke Walton's Forehead, perseverance at EMU and a Michigan win over Ohio State.
To Lee at Tiger Tales, a welcome addition to the Tigers' blogging community, more new numbers to crunch.
To Lloyd Carr, Michigan head football coach, here's hoping you make the right changes this off-season.
To John L. Smith, Michigan State head football coach, a bowl appearance. Something closer to January 1 would help.
To Greg Kampe, head basketball coach at Oakland University, a win over Valpo, a win over Oral Roberts, another post-season run and a solid recruiting class. (I'm not asking for much, am I?)
To Tom Izzo, basketball coach at MSU, another Final Four appearance.
To Tommy Amaker, hoops coach at Michigan, a good enough Big Ten campaign so your squad is not on the bubble on Selection Sunday.
To the Torino Olympic Organizing Committee, a safe and scandal free games.
To Ernie Els, golfer, a spectacular return from an injury filled '05.
To Tiger Woods, two major wins and some competition.
To Sergio Garcia, golfer, performances to match his talent and ego.
To the Buick Open, our local PGA Tour stop, an appearance from Mr. Woods.
To the U.S. Men's National Soccer Team, enough victories to advance to the second round of the World Cup.
To England, yes, the whole nation, a World Cup victory. If the Red Sox and White Sox can end the madness, why not England?
To the fans of Everton, English Premier side, a brooming out of the powers-that-be, an influx of cash and avoiding relegation.
To Reading, Championship level side, the promotion to the Premiership that gets closer each day.
To Nottingham Forest, Division I club, the beginning of a climb back up the English football ranks.
To the Indy Racing League and Champ Car, the much-needed merger. Enough already.
To all of you who stop by my little corner of interent space, either on a regular basis or only once in a while, my sincere desire that '06 brings you health and happiness.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Where Is The Pistons Game Tonight?
Has this happened to you? I get home from work and begin to ponder that night's television viewing choices. After a cursory review, meaning I check the non-local stations for something that I might find interesting, I recall that the Detroit Pistons have a game that evening. It seems like clearly the best option, so off I head to Fox Sports Detroit. This is where the problems begin.
An evening with the Eastern Conference Champs and the best team in the league is hardly a bad night of tv, so let's check in on Fred McLeod and Greg Kelser. FSD is on channel 32 in my area. Three quick clicks on the old remote and I get.....poker. Hmmmm. Something's amiss here.
What time is it? 7:30? Their home games begin at 7:30, right? Are they on the road? No, I'm pretty sure they are at The Palace. Oh, that's right. They are probably on channel 20 tonight. I still can't get used to George Blaha on the WB. So, it's off to channel 20.
Commercial. Ok, let's grab something to eat during this lull. An appropriate, or inappropriate, snack now in hand, I return to find something other than the Pistons. Gilmore Girls, huh? Ok, I must be wrong. They must be on the road. Oh, wait a minute. It could be an ESPN game. Let's check that out.
The sports mega-station is channel 9 here. Darn national cable broadcasts trying to confuse me. Is this an ESPN coverage night? A flip over to nine reveals....more poker. I'm glad poker's most recent fifteen minutes is just about over. That's when I remember that most national games start at 8:00 p.m. Alright, then. I guess I'll check back in about a half an hour.
The 7:30 slot, now closer to 7:40, is spent flipping between channels--Fox Soccer Channel (of course), Weather Channel (cloudy, cold with a chance of snow until May), Food Network (I love that Paula Deen's cooking), BBC America and ESPNEWS (Tigers still not doing anything). Finally, eight o'clock arrives and I head back to ESPN. What do I find? Yes, poker is still on. Or something else, but sure isn't Pistons basketball. What is going on?
A quick couple of clicks reveals that the Pistons are still not on channels 32 or 20, either. Where else could this game......oh, that's right. TNT still broadcasts NBA games. Is it Thursday night on TNT and Wednesday night on ESPN? Or is it Tuesday/Thursday on TNT, Wednesday/Friday on ESPN? Or vice versa? Of course, sometimes the local coverage forces a national cable blackout. Yet, it wasn't on either FSD or WB. Wait, I'm thinking way too much. Who cares? Just change the channel.
What if it was it on TNT the entire time and I've missed a half an hour? That would be really stupid on my part. TNT, channel 31, pops up and Law & Order is on. Still no Pistons. I've got two poker tournaments, the Gilmore Girls and repeat number 7,326 of Law & Order, but not the local NBA team? Three thousand stations on my cable, including NBATV and I still can't see the best team in basketball? What gives?
That's when it hits me. Channel 4. Yes, Channel 4. The local NBC affiliate has been broadcasting Pistons games that fall between the cracks. Now, I don't know who or what determines when the Pistons end up on a station that doesn't show NBA games, but I had best check. Two clicks and lo' and behold, it's in the second quarter of the missing NBA contest. Great. It started at 7:30, but I just didn't choose the right network. Just great.
It takes me the better part of a half an hour and five stations to determine where the Pistons are this evening. Now, before I let myself off the hook, let me come clean. I own digital cable. I could have, at any point, searched the on screen options and found the precise time and channel for the game I was looking for. I also could have grabbed that day's newspaper, which contains a television guide, and see where the game was, too. I did neither.
Sure laziness was a major factor, however, to make myself feel better, I chalk it up to being old school. See, in the old days, back when I walked in two feet of snow, uphill both ways to and from school each day, the Pistons were on a single station-- Channel 50. Yeah, thirty years ago, CBS had the national television deal, but I cannot honestly recall a Pistons game on their network.
Obviously, things have changed mightly since then. As my prolonged search revealed, the Pistons can be on any of five stations and that doesn't include ABC which began their NBA coverage on Christmas Day. From here on out, I've got to check six networks to find the Pistons. That's quite a change for someone who can remember when the Pistons couldn't find a local radio partner and ended up on Canada's CKLW.
For an old school guy, who grew up with the local NBA team on a single television station, this having to "look up" to find out where the Pistons are going to be each night of the week, probably will never become comfortable. Old school may indeed be cool currently, but it isn't always terribly effective.
An evening with the Eastern Conference Champs and the best team in the league is hardly a bad night of tv, so let's check in on Fred McLeod and Greg Kelser. FSD is on channel 32 in my area. Three quick clicks on the old remote and I get.....poker. Hmmmm. Something's amiss here.
What time is it? 7:30? Their home games begin at 7:30, right? Are they on the road? No, I'm pretty sure they are at The Palace. Oh, that's right. They are probably on channel 20 tonight. I still can't get used to George Blaha on the WB. So, it's off to channel 20.
Commercial. Ok, let's grab something to eat during this lull. An appropriate, or inappropriate, snack now in hand, I return to find something other than the Pistons. Gilmore Girls, huh? Ok, I must be wrong. They must be on the road. Oh, wait a minute. It could be an ESPN game. Let's check that out.
The sports mega-station is channel 9 here. Darn national cable broadcasts trying to confuse me. Is this an ESPN coverage night? A flip over to nine reveals....more poker. I'm glad poker's most recent fifteen minutes is just about over. That's when I remember that most national games start at 8:00 p.m. Alright, then. I guess I'll check back in about a half an hour.
The 7:30 slot, now closer to 7:40, is spent flipping between channels--Fox Soccer Channel (of course), Weather Channel (cloudy, cold with a chance of snow until May), Food Network (I love that Paula Deen's cooking), BBC America and ESPNEWS (Tigers still not doing anything). Finally, eight o'clock arrives and I head back to ESPN. What do I find? Yes, poker is still on. Or something else, but sure isn't Pistons basketball. What is going on?
A quick couple of clicks reveals that the Pistons are still not on channels 32 or 20, either. Where else could this game......oh, that's right. TNT still broadcasts NBA games. Is it Thursday night on TNT and Wednesday night on ESPN? Or is it Tuesday/Thursday on TNT, Wednesday/Friday on ESPN? Or vice versa? Of course, sometimes the local coverage forces a national cable blackout. Yet, it wasn't on either FSD or WB. Wait, I'm thinking way too much. Who cares? Just change the channel.
What if it was it on TNT the entire time and I've missed a half an hour? That would be really stupid on my part. TNT, channel 31, pops up and Law & Order is on. Still no Pistons. I've got two poker tournaments, the Gilmore Girls and repeat number 7,326 of Law & Order, but not the local NBA team? Three thousand stations on my cable, including NBATV and I still can't see the best team in basketball? What gives?
That's when it hits me. Channel 4. Yes, Channel 4. The local NBC affiliate has been broadcasting Pistons games that fall between the cracks. Now, I don't know who or what determines when the Pistons end up on a station that doesn't show NBA games, but I had best check. Two clicks and lo' and behold, it's in the second quarter of the missing NBA contest. Great. It started at 7:30, but I just didn't choose the right network. Just great.
It takes me the better part of a half an hour and five stations to determine where the Pistons are this evening. Now, before I let myself off the hook, let me come clean. I own digital cable. I could have, at any point, searched the on screen options and found the precise time and channel for the game I was looking for. I also could have grabbed that day's newspaper, which contains a television guide, and see where the game was, too. I did neither.
Sure laziness was a major factor, however, to make myself feel better, I chalk it up to being old school. See, in the old days, back when I walked in two feet of snow, uphill both ways to and from school each day, the Pistons were on a single station-- Channel 50. Yeah, thirty years ago, CBS had the national television deal, but I cannot honestly recall a Pistons game on their network.
Obviously, things have changed mightly since then. As my prolonged search revealed, the Pistons can be on any of five stations and that doesn't include ABC which began their NBA coverage on Christmas Day. From here on out, I've got to check six networks to find the Pistons. That's quite a change for someone who can remember when the Pistons couldn't find a local radio partner and ended up on Canada's CKLW.
For an old school guy, who grew up with the local NBA team on a single television station, this having to "look up" to find out where the Pistons are going to be each night of the week, probably will never become comfortable. Old school may indeed be cool currently, but it isn't always terribly effective.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Odds And Ends
Here are some random things I've taken note of recently. Without trying to provide more introduction than necessary, let's get right into it.
* Colorado is going to award it's football players iPods. I guess they found some of the money ex-coach Gary Barnett didn't get receipts for after all. I love just how ridiculous big time college athletics can be.
* I will rarely say anything nice about most people in the entertainment industry. In fact, you may notice a dearth of information about them on this blog in general, nice or not. However, I was saddened to hear about the death of John Spencer of The West Wing. I enjoyed his work.
* I still cannot believe the Boston Bruins traded Joe Thornton.
* Candles have become very popular in recent years. I know lots of people, ok, women, who love them. Therein lies my problem. I have gotten candles as Christmas gifts the last few years. Now, I understand these candles are coming from those who don't know me very well, again, women, but I'm a forty something male who watches endless hours of sports. I studied history in college. Does that sound like someone who covets candles?
Yes, I'm married, but Mrs. B.B. isn't into the candle craze, either. Sure, candles are great when the power goes out and my flashlight batteries go belly-up, but aroma laden candles? Thank you. Really. Thank you. But, please stop.
* Michael Andretti is returning to Indy Car racing presumably to attempt to win the Indianapolis 500 which has eluded him. I'm not sure whether to wish him luck or wonder if he needs mental help.
* All Detroit Pistons fans, really all basketball fans, should start cramming the NBA All-Star ballot boxes (virtual or not) with the names of the Pistons starting five. You can only vote once every twenty-four hours, but get out there and vote for the best starting five in the league--Ben Wallace, Tayshaun Prince, Rasheed Wallace, Chauncey Billups and Rip Hamilton.
* If you can't legitimately vote for all five, at least give Billups and Hamilton your vote. Yes, Allen Iverson and Dwyane Wade are spectacular, but better?
* We hear so much about customer service these days, but am I the only one who thinks for all the talk customer service is far worse than it has ever been?
* Let me see if I got this straight. The Treasury Department stopped Cuba from competing in the upcoming World Baseball Classic? First, Al Capone, now Fiedel Castro. The spirit of Elliot Ness is alive and well.
* On a slightly more serious note, the U.S. government should relent and allow Cuba to play. We played a bunch of communist countries for years in the Olympics and have all kinds of trade deals with communist China, let Castro's boys come up and play a little of our national pastime.
* After losing Johnny Damon to hated rival New York, something tells me that the Red Sox off-season is just beginning. Here is my guess as to what the Sox will do to counter the Yanks and their depleted lineup. First, they spend the winter convincing Roger Clemens to do a farewell tour in his original uniform. The Sox peddle a starter (Matt Clement is my guess) to Seattle in a deal that brings them centerfielder Jeremy Reed. The Sox will move David Wells for some bullpen help or middle infielder. They sign free agent shortstop Alex Gonzalez. Boston will probably look for a lefthanded bat for firstbase as well.
* Did you see where the Chicago Cubs might be offering Mark Prior to Baltimore in a package for Miguel Tejada? The Cubs situation is one that scares me as a Tigers fan. Not that long ago, the Cubs had the young starting rotation in the game--Kerry Wood, Mark Prior and Carlos Zambrano. Now, Wood may be a closer due to ongoing arm problems. Prior, once the most coveted prospect in the game, has battled arm problems each year and is tradeable. Zambrano is now the ace of the staff.
It doesn't take much for young pitchers to fall. That's why you need so many to succeed--because so many never live up to expectations. That's why betting the farm on Jeremy Bonderman, Justin Verlander and Joel Zumaya is a risky proposition. The odds are two of three will never come close to what you believe they will be. There needs to be more quality arms in the system ready to go, if they fail. (Please, don't fail, boys.)
* That's another reason why I had hoped the Tigers would have added another solid veteran arm for 2006. You can't get too much pitching. If nothing else, you can always trade some later, as the demand always exceeds the supply.
* Oh, no. Not the Twins. Anyone else worried about how badly Rondell White is going to beat on the Tigers in '06?
Hey, you made it all the way through the entire post. Congratulations. Sorry, no prizes are available, but I thank you for stopping by and actually reading this. Have a happy holiday.
* Colorado is going to award it's football players iPods. I guess they found some of the money ex-coach Gary Barnett didn't get receipts for after all. I love just how ridiculous big time college athletics can be.
* I will rarely say anything nice about most people in the entertainment industry. In fact, you may notice a dearth of information about them on this blog in general, nice or not. However, I was saddened to hear about the death of John Spencer of The West Wing. I enjoyed his work.
* I still cannot believe the Boston Bruins traded Joe Thornton.
* Candles have become very popular in recent years. I know lots of people, ok, women, who love them. Therein lies my problem. I have gotten candles as Christmas gifts the last few years. Now, I understand these candles are coming from those who don't know me very well, again, women, but I'm a forty something male who watches endless hours of sports. I studied history in college. Does that sound like someone who covets candles?
Yes, I'm married, but Mrs. B.B. isn't into the candle craze, either. Sure, candles are great when the power goes out and my flashlight batteries go belly-up, but aroma laden candles? Thank you. Really. Thank you. But, please stop.
* Michael Andretti is returning to Indy Car racing presumably to attempt to win the Indianapolis 500 which has eluded him. I'm not sure whether to wish him luck or wonder if he needs mental help.
* All Detroit Pistons fans, really all basketball fans, should start cramming the NBA All-Star ballot boxes (virtual or not) with the names of the Pistons starting five. You can only vote once every twenty-four hours, but get out there and vote for the best starting five in the league--Ben Wallace, Tayshaun Prince, Rasheed Wallace, Chauncey Billups and Rip Hamilton.
* If you can't legitimately vote for all five, at least give Billups and Hamilton your vote. Yes, Allen Iverson and Dwyane Wade are spectacular, but better?
* We hear so much about customer service these days, but am I the only one who thinks for all the talk customer service is far worse than it has ever been?
* Let me see if I got this straight. The Treasury Department stopped Cuba from competing in the upcoming World Baseball Classic? First, Al Capone, now Fiedel Castro. The spirit of Elliot Ness is alive and well.
* On a slightly more serious note, the U.S. government should relent and allow Cuba to play. We played a bunch of communist countries for years in the Olympics and have all kinds of trade deals with communist China, let Castro's boys come up and play a little of our national pastime.
* After losing Johnny Damon to hated rival New York, something tells me that the Red Sox off-season is just beginning. Here is my guess as to what the Sox will do to counter the Yanks and their depleted lineup. First, they spend the winter convincing Roger Clemens to do a farewell tour in his original uniform. The Sox peddle a starter (Matt Clement is my guess) to Seattle in a deal that brings them centerfielder Jeremy Reed. The Sox will move David Wells for some bullpen help or middle infielder. They sign free agent shortstop Alex Gonzalez. Boston will probably look for a lefthanded bat for firstbase as well.
* Did you see where the Chicago Cubs might be offering Mark Prior to Baltimore in a package for Miguel Tejada? The Cubs situation is one that scares me as a Tigers fan. Not that long ago, the Cubs had the young starting rotation in the game--Kerry Wood, Mark Prior and Carlos Zambrano. Now, Wood may be a closer due to ongoing arm problems. Prior, once the most coveted prospect in the game, has battled arm problems each year and is tradeable. Zambrano is now the ace of the staff.
It doesn't take much for young pitchers to fall. That's why you need so many to succeed--because so many never live up to expectations. That's why betting the farm on Jeremy Bonderman, Justin Verlander and Joel Zumaya is a risky proposition. The odds are two of three will never come close to what you believe they will be. There needs to be more quality arms in the system ready to go, if they fail. (Please, don't fail, boys.)
* That's another reason why I had hoped the Tigers would have added another solid veteran arm for 2006. You can't get too much pitching. If nothing else, you can always trade some later, as the demand always exceeds the supply.
* Oh, no. Not the Twins. Anyone else worried about how badly Rondell White is going to beat on the Tigers in '06?
Hey, you made it all the way through the entire post. Congratulations. Sorry, no prizes are available, but I thank you for stopping by and actually reading this. Have a happy holiday.
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