"I'm not a role model. Just because I can dunk a basketball doesn't mean I should raise your kids." ~ Charles Barkley
Perhaps the Round Mound of Rebound was right all along. It's not up to him or other athletes to set the tone for the youth of America. If there is anything we have learned in 2009, why would be want them to?
Just a few weeks into this past year, the news broke about the prior steroid use of Alex Rodriguez. While the last few years taught us to never be surprised about a baseball player and his indiscretions, we, as fans, always held out hope that the heir apparent to the Human Asterisk was clean. Now A-Rod and Barry Bonds are forever linked for more than just home runs. At the end of the year, Rodriguez and his teammates were enjoying another champagne shower and the press conference of February seemed so far away. What does that teach the kids?
You could say that A-Rod's "fall" came only from the top of the new Yankee Stadium facade. If that's the case, Tiger Woods fell from the top of the Empire State Building, if someone happened to move the famous skyscraper to the top of Mount Everest. The divorce proceedings have just begun and the endorsement losses are still mounting up, but it is already clear that the biggest star in the world will never be the same. The biggest lesson we learned in 2009 is that as much as we think we know these athletes and entertainers, we don't know them at all.
Just because we can watch a guy can hit a 500 ft home run or land a 178 yard shot softly on the green does not mean we know them. No matter what they say when the red light is on, does not mean we have any idea of the person when the cameras are put away. We think we know them and yet we have no idea. We drink Pepsi because A-Rod does and we use the Gillette Fusion because Tiger told us to. These two, and hundreds of athletes like them, do their job and they do it well. But that does not mean they should be raising our kids.
The guys want to be them. The girls want to be with them. They are strong and powerful and can do their jobs better than most people can ever dream of. They are rich and have their pick of the hottest girls out there. And if you're Tiger Woods, you don't even have to pick, you can just have them all. We buy their jerseys and their products and we strive to be like them. Growing up, our parents want us to be like them too.
Why can't we just enjoy them for what they are as athletes instead of anointing them the savior of the world? The guy who waited on me from Chik-Fil-A this morning did a great job but I don't know what kind of person he is when he is off the clock. It's the same thing with athletes. When they are away from the field, ice, court, or course, we really have no idea who they are. I'll be honest, I'm fine with that. As long as they entertain me while they are working, I don't care what they do off the clock, within reason, of course.
Instead of trying to raise the next Alex Rodriguez or the next Tiger Woods, why don't we strive to raise the first (insert name here)? And even if he or she can't hit the curveball or nail the 45 ft putt, maybe they will be raised with some values that we can all be proud of. Remember, just because he can bare hand the bunt attempt or effortlessly get out of the sand, it doesn't mean he should raise your kids.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Not so Golden Dome
Charlie Weis thinks he is bigger then the Golden Dome. Even though from the right angle he may LOOK this way, he is in no way, shape or form bigger then the Golden Dome. Charlie Weis is not bigger then the University of Notre Dame. He may finally realize this when he is packing his things in the not so distant future.
Count me among the many Domers who applauded the hiring of Charlie Weis and the great pedigree he brought with him. When the news broke, we opened up the Rudy DVD and brought out the ties that play the Victory March when you press the button. When Charlie appeared on Quite Frankly with Stephen A. Smith and looked into the camera and said "we don't care about Urban Meyer at the University of Notre Dame", we put on the Irish gear and I think we actually felt a little taller, even as Meyer and the Gators were winning National Titles.
Looks like we fell for the Great Weis Hype. Sure, the Irish got to the BCS in his first two seasons but did they actually show up for the games? I thought an extra month of preperation was supposed to be the huge advantage for Charlie. There is still a great debate of whether it was Brady Quinn who made Charlie Weis a success early or the other way around. That debate is on hold as Quinn is hardly helping his case in the NFL but neither side has shown much without the other.
When your best "win" is a close loss to USC, that is not Notre Dame. When Service Academies have left South Bend victorious on their last THREE trips into town, that is not Notre Dame. And when the coach makes decisions based on his own arrogance and fails to gain first downs and victories, that is not Notre Dame.
The Kool-Aid has run dry. The landscape of college football has shifted. Gone are the days when you needed to play at Notre Dame to be seen on TV. Gone are the days when the Victory March and the Golden Dome are enough to get the kids to sign on the dotted line. None of this is Charlie's fault but he has done nothing to help the situation. Notre Dame should suck it up and join a conference. No longer can you handle a schedule such as theirs and expect to compete for BCS berths and National Championships. Join a league, win it from time to time and play in some BCS games. Another idea would be to actually win one of those, too.
Charlie Weis was not the savior we all thought he would be. He is no different from Bob Davies and Tyrone Willingham. Perhaps history will be a little kinder to Bob and Ty seeing as the great Charlie Weis and his fist-full of Super Bowl Rings couldn't get the job done either.
I have nothing against Charlie Weis. I wish him the best of luck as he goes back to the NFL as an Offensive Coordinator where he belongs.
For a long time now, Jesus is no longer signaling for the touchdown on the side of the library. Lately he is telling the campus that he has "had it up to here with Charlie Weis."
I think it's time to listen.
Count me among the many Domers who applauded the hiring of Charlie Weis and the great pedigree he brought with him. When the news broke, we opened up the Rudy DVD and brought out the ties that play the Victory March when you press the button. When Charlie appeared on Quite Frankly with Stephen A. Smith and looked into the camera and said "we don't care about Urban Meyer at the University of Notre Dame", we put on the Irish gear and I think we actually felt a little taller, even as Meyer and the Gators were winning National Titles.
Looks like we fell for the Great Weis Hype. Sure, the Irish got to the BCS in his first two seasons but did they actually show up for the games? I thought an extra month of preperation was supposed to be the huge advantage for Charlie. There is still a great debate of whether it was Brady Quinn who made Charlie Weis a success early or the other way around. That debate is on hold as Quinn is hardly helping his case in the NFL but neither side has shown much without the other.
When your best "win" is a close loss to USC, that is not Notre Dame. When Service Academies have left South Bend victorious on their last THREE trips into town, that is not Notre Dame. And when the coach makes decisions based on his own arrogance and fails to gain first downs and victories, that is not Notre Dame.
The Kool-Aid has run dry. The landscape of college football has shifted. Gone are the days when you needed to play at Notre Dame to be seen on TV. Gone are the days when the Victory March and the Golden Dome are enough to get the kids to sign on the dotted line. None of this is Charlie's fault but he has done nothing to help the situation. Notre Dame should suck it up and join a conference. No longer can you handle a schedule such as theirs and expect to compete for BCS berths and National Championships. Join a league, win it from time to time and play in some BCS games. Another idea would be to actually win one of those, too.
Charlie Weis was not the savior we all thought he would be. He is no different from Bob Davies and Tyrone Willingham. Perhaps history will be a little kinder to Bob and Ty seeing as the great Charlie Weis and his fist-full of Super Bowl Rings couldn't get the job done either.
I have nothing against Charlie Weis. I wish him the best of luck as he goes back to the NFL as an Offensive Coordinator where he belongs.
For a long time now, Jesus is no longer signaling for the touchdown on the side of the library. Lately he is telling the campus that he has "had it up to here with Charlie Weis."
I think it's time to listen.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Fear not Red Sox Nation
When the news of Manny Ramirez and his failed drug test started to come out there were two people I wanted to hear from - Bill Simmons and Chris Kindred.
Bill Simmons is better known as the Sports Guy, from ESPN.com, the Magazine and everything else the World Wide Leader wants to use him in. He's a Red Sox fan through and through and after reading his book following the '04 World Series, I was curious as to how he was taking the news. To be honest, even after reading his initial column, I'm still not sure how he is taking it. Chance are, he isn't either. The news of Manny Ramirez testing positive for a banned substance in 2009 makes you wonder what was going on in 2004. And when you start looking at the roster and the previous history of the players, coupled with what has transpired since, lets just say it makes you wonder. As an outsider looking in, I'm not sure how it feels to be a Red Sox fan today.
Which is where Chris Kindred comes in. Chris is my cousin by blood but he might as well be my brother and is a card-carrying curse-cursing member of Red Sox Nation. We spoke briefly as the news was coming out but it wasnt until much later that we had a chance to speak at length on the subject. I'm sure the thoughts were there of "was he?" and "do you think?" but it wasn't until he read Bill Simmons' column that it actually sunk in? Chris was 21 years old when the Sox won the title in 2004. While he could literally say that his beloved Sox had not won the World Series in his lifetime, he was well aware that his complaints did not hold the same weight as the grandfathers in Boston who had seen generations of players come through the gates of Fenway without a parade. But he felt it. He knew what it was all about and he knew what 2004 meant to every man, woman and child of Red Sox Nation. He knew what it meant to him. Less than five years later, he now questioned whether it meant anything at all.
I asked him how he felt when he saw Jason Varitek jump into the arms of Keith Foulke. He used terms like euphoric and amazing, knowing that he didn't wait a long time, but he felt he waited long enough. He thought back to the near misses. There was Grady Little leaving Pedro in a little too long and Aaron bleeping Boone sending one high and far and gone. All of that changed in one magical October ride. Gone were the chants of nineteen-eighteen. As Bill Simmons wrote, now he could die in peace. Five years and another World Championship later, does that all change?
My answer was simple - not at all. You may have doubts about the players and maybe you wont look back on certain teams the same way but it doesnt change how you felt that day and that month and that season. A 21-year-old kid was able to see something that hadn't happened in 86 years and it made his year. You can never take that away and you should never want to.
And think about it. The Red Sox had to get through the Yankees during the 2004 playoffs and as we know Jason Giambi, Alex Rodriguez and Andy Pettitte were all in pinstripes. Lets just say that even if Manny and the boys had a little help, it was quite possibly an even playing field anyway.
The Summer of '98 was a big part of my life as a baseball fan. Every chance I got to watch my hero chase a record that had stood for 37 years, I was glued to the TV. As Fox cut in to Cardinals games, so did I. When a loveable guy from Chicago joined the race it was must see TV as these two superheroes traded homers and hugs. Looking back on it, maybe superhero was the proper term as it appears these men, and countless others, were doing things that humans just shouldn't be able to do. I look back on that summer a little differently now, but I still look back in fondness. My love for baseball grew and I will never forget where I was when I heard Joe Buck's call - "Down the left field line. Is it enough? GONE!"
Maybe we look back on things a little differently these days. But baseball gives us wonderful moments and nothing can take those memories away. Nothing can take away the joy that I felt, that my cousin felt and that baseball fans all across the world have felt when watching the sport. My cousin loved baseball in October of 2004. I loved baseball in September of 1998 and I love baseball today. That doesnt change. Not now, and not ever.
Bill Simmons is better known as the Sports Guy, from ESPN.com, the Magazine and everything else the World Wide Leader wants to use him in. He's a Red Sox fan through and through and after reading his book following the '04 World Series, I was curious as to how he was taking the news. To be honest, even after reading his initial column, I'm still not sure how he is taking it. Chance are, he isn't either. The news of Manny Ramirez testing positive for a banned substance in 2009 makes you wonder what was going on in 2004. And when you start looking at the roster and the previous history of the players, coupled with what has transpired since, lets just say it makes you wonder. As an outsider looking in, I'm not sure how it feels to be a Red Sox fan today.
Which is where Chris Kindred comes in. Chris is my cousin by blood but he might as well be my brother and is a card-carrying curse-cursing member of Red Sox Nation. We spoke briefly as the news was coming out but it wasnt until much later that we had a chance to speak at length on the subject. I'm sure the thoughts were there of "was he?" and "do you think?" but it wasn't until he read Bill Simmons' column that it actually sunk in? Chris was 21 years old when the Sox won the title in 2004. While he could literally say that his beloved Sox had not won the World Series in his lifetime, he was well aware that his complaints did not hold the same weight as the grandfathers in Boston who had seen generations of players come through the gates of Fenway without a parade. But he felt it. He knew what it was all about and he knew what 2004 meant to every man, woman and child of Red Sox Nation. He knew what it meant to him. Less than five years later, he now questioned whether it meant anything at all.
I asked him how he felt when he saw Jason Varitek jump into the arms of Keith Foulke. He used terms like euphoric and amazing, knowing that he didn't wait a long time, but he felt he waited long enough. He thought back to the near misses. There was Grady Little leaving Pedro in a little too long and Aaron bleeping Boone sending one high and far and gone. All of that changed in one magical October ride. Gone were the chants of nineteen-eighteen. As Bill Simmons wrote, now he could die in peace. Five years and another World Championship later, does that all change?
My answer was simple - not at all. You may have doubts about the players and maybe you wont look back on certain teams the same way but it doesnt change how you felt that day and that month and that season. A 21-year-old kid was able to see something that hadn't happened in 86 years and it made his year. You can never take that away and you should never want to.
And think about it. The Red Sox had to get through the Yankees during the 2004 playoffs and as we know Jason Giambi, Alex Rodriguez and Andy Pettitte were all in pinstripes. Lets just say that even if Manny and the boys had a little help, it was quite possibly an even playing field anyway.
The Summer of '98 was a big part of my life as a baseball fan. Every chance I got to watch my hero chase a record that had stood for 37 years, I was glued to the TV. As Fox cut in to Cardinals games, so did I. When a loveable guy from Chicago joined the race it was must see TV as these two superheroes traded homers and hugs. Looking back on it, maybe superhero was the proper term as it appears these men, and countless others, were doing things that humans just shouldn't be able to do. I look back on that summer a little differently now, but I still look back in fondness. My love for baseball grew and I will never forget where I was when I heard Joe Buck's call - "Down the left field line. Is it enough? GONE!"
Maybe we look back on things a little differently these days. But baseball gives us wonderful moments and nothing can take those memories away. Nothing can take away the joy that I felt, that my cousin felt and that baseball fans all across the world have felt when watching the sport. My cousin loved baseball in October of 2004. I loved baseball in September of 1998 and I love baseball today. That doesnt change. Not now, and not ever.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
2008: Year in Review
2008 came in with a bang and left with a whimper. The year started with fireworks, both inside and outside of a Philadelphia hotel room. It ended with a tear or two as I lost the girl for the third time in the calender year. You might say, "shame you you, how can you keep setting yourself up for disappointment?" Well if you knew the girl, you'd understand but as the guy from the diner in Old School said, "Love. Its a motherfu*#er."
Speaking of Old School, the guy at the diner was talking to Mitch, also known as the Godfather. 2008 saw me becoming a Godfather for the first time as we were blessed with Little Sofia on a Saturday evening in April. Although she lives in Ohio, I was able to see her a few times this year and I absolutely love that little girl and I think there's a pretty good chance that she loves me too.
I saw the ups and downs of the sports world as well. My Detroit Red Wings won the Stanley Cup for the fourth time in 11 years and my New York Mets collapsed in September for the second time in as many years. To add salt to the wounds, the Phillies not only went TO the World Series, they had the balls to WIN the damn thing. I tried so hard to be happy for the team and their fans, mostly I put on a good face to help out the aforementioned relationship. But much like the relationship, I wasn't able to hold it together and my true feelings are starting to come out: I hate that team. I'm sorry, but I truly despise that team. Although we'll see who has the last laugh because I made a bold prediction on my radio show that the Phillies won't even sniff the postseason in 2009. And since our producer saved my speech, I'm hoping the Mets can help me out for a change and back me up.
Speaking of baseball, 2008 was the birth of the Lehigh Valley IronPigs, the new AAA home of the Phillies. It is the ONLY time I am able to root for anything even remotely related to that team from Philadelphia but I love me some Pigs. My favorite thing in the world is baseball and having a chance to catch a game, as a fan or a media member, just about any time I wanted to is truly the best thing ever.
I ended 2008 53 pounds lighter than I started 2008. I began endorsing a weight loss program on my radio show and as the year ended I had lost more weight than anybody this company had on its roster. I kept it up and although the holidays set me back a little, I'm right back where I need to be, and on my way to even more weight loss for 2009.
So 2008 was an interesting year filled with highs and lows. There were amazing nights in a hot tub and horrendous nights at a hospital. There was joy and there was sadness. But every day I woke up on the right side of the grass which made it a good start.
Who knows what 2009 is going to bring but its safe to say it will bring something. The question is will it be more of the goodness, or more of the sadness? But I'm not one to worry about those things. In the words of the late great John Lennon :"There will be an answer. Let it be."
Speaking of Old School, the guy at the diner was talking to Mitch, also known as the Godfather. 2008 saw me becoming a Godfather for the first time as we were blessed with Little Sofia on a Saturday evening in April. Although she lives in Ohio, I was able to see her a few times this year and I absolutely love that little girl and I think there's a pretty good chance that she loves me too.
I saw the ups and downs of the sports world as well. My Detroit Red Wings won the Stanley Cup for the fourth time in 11 years and my New York Mets collapsed in September for the second time in as many years. To add salt to the wounds, the Phillies not only went TO the World Series, they had the balls to WIN the damn thing. I tried so hard to be happy for the team and their fans, mostly I put on a good face to help out the aforementioned relationship. But much like the relationship, I wasn't able to hold it together and my true feelings are starting to come out: I hate that team. I'm sorry, but I truly despise that team. Although we'll see who has the last laugh because I made a bold prediction on my radio show that the Phillies won't even sniff the postseason in 2009. And since our producer saved my speech, I'm hoping the Mets can help me out for a change and back me up.
Speaking of baseball, 2008 was the birth of the Lehigh Valley IronPigs, the new AAA home of the Phillies. It is the ONLY time I am able to root for anything even remotely related to that team from Philadelphia but I love me some Pigs. My favorite thing in the world is baseball and having a chance to catch a game, as a fan or a media member, just about any time I wanted to is truly the best thing ever.
I ended 2008 53 pounds lighter than I started 2008. I began endorsing a weight loss program on my radio show and as the year ended I had lost more weight than anybody this company had on its roster. I kept it up and although the holidays set me back a little, I'm right back where I need to be, and on my way to even more weight loss for 2009.
So 2008 was an interesting year filled with highs and lows. There were amazing nights in a hot tub and horrendous nights at a hospital. There was joy and there was sadness. But every day I woke up on the right side of the grass which made it a good start.
Who knows what 2009 is going to bring but its safe to say it will bring something. The question is will it be more of the goodness, or more of the sadness? But I'm not one to worry about those things. In the words of the late great John Lennon :"There will be an answer. Let it be."
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