What to believe and when. A dilemma indeed
There’s not a lot going on – especially with the local heroes of the hardcourt – so it’s going to be tough times filling this out this week. Luckily, I’ve got the next three weeks off from newspaper duties, which will mean more than a few mornings sleeping in, which will mean more than a few mornings with nothing but white space here.
Oh, right, Hedo and some tweet or something.
Got a question in the comments section yesterday about some bogus twitter thing allegedly from Hedo about an injury and it was debunked within seconds.
But it brings up an interesting point in these new, often strange, communications times.
This wasn’t, no question about it, and while some are, the fact there could be doubt about every posted has to be troubling, no?
For instance, what if messages allegedly sent by athletes is in fact sent by friends, or cohorts, or business managers, or family members? I remember the day of the Jarrett Jack news conference getting a tweet from Chris Bosh about how glad he was Jack was here or something. Funny thing was, the buzz on the cellphone that I looked at immediately, came while I was standing not 15 feet away from Chris as he was being interviewed live on RaptorsTV.
Maybe there was a lag of four or five minutes; maybe someone with his texting device was speaking for him.
Does that matter?
There’s often nothing nefarious about these little messages – mostly they are entirely stupor-inducing – but if there’s a question about the legitimacy of one like the Turkoglu thing yesterday, shouldn’t there be questions about the legitimacy of all?
Speaking of the Yankees, it was quite the eventful weekend (and I know you’ve all been on the edge of your seat wondering what’s going in).
The lads win Friday, we win again Saturday and then got to the bottom of the fourth down one before the first of Sunday’s two apocalyptic storms hit. No plague of locusts but enough rain and lightning and thunder to really put a damper on the day.
So we’re back at it tonight to pick up the suspended game and I’m thinking I’m not sure I signed up for four straight days of house league baseball where, sometimes, our best offensive weapon is strikeout, passed ball, steal, steal, wild pitch.
I should call Cito and get that in the playbook for the Jays, no?
You know who I’m glad I’m not?
Anyone trying to cover the Knicks.
Here it is closing in on the middle of August when we should all be worried about our peewee baseball teams and how to spend idle time (hello, golf courses and decks!) and those dudes still have to deal with David Lee, Nate Robinson and whether the New Yorks are going to enter a team in the AARP house league anchored by Jason Williams and Jerry Stackhouse.
I’m sure LeBron James is watching with glee as that unfolds.
Oh, and I see me writing about the Argos offence and two-pronged running attack really set the stage, didn’t it?
Let’s go back to an old issue through the mail:
Q:: Doug, Love the blog. Love your Raptors coverage. Take issue with your 'will never quite understand the footballers among us' comment. Ronaldo is the world's best soccer player.
If the Bulls had held an open practice at the peak of Jordan's popularity, do you not think 20,000 fans would have filled the SkyDome to watch him (& Pippen, & Rodman, & Kukoc)?
Andrew S, Toronto
A: I’ve spoken to a few friends who were at either the Real Madrid practice or the game last week and not one of them regretted the time or money spent – although one guy did take issue with the effort put out during the training session.
But in a brief stopover in the office on Friday to exchange laptops (having the comma, period and enter keys on the old gerbil-powered machine stop working was a tad problematic), Perk and I were discussing the very kind of issue.
And I’m sure that if the Bulls back then, or the Yankees of MLB fame (not mine gaggle of urchins) or some famous pucks team (maybe like the Phoenix one?) had arrived on our shores for the first time ever toting the greatest players in the game, yes, folks would have gone berserk for a chance to pay money to see them work.
Personally? I wouldn’t pay money to watch any professional sports team no matter how stacked, simply practice but I don’t think I’m the target audience. Franchises don’t usually hope cynical old codgers familiar with the boredom of pro sports workouts pony up for the privilege.
I understand entirely the allure of a globally significant team like Real Madrid coming here for a brief period and the inherent hysteria.
But, as we learned last year with that football team from Western New York (that many thought would play to packed houses at ridiculous prices), it takes a team with the worldwide prominence of Real Madrid to draw the folks.
Speaking of international basketball, our Senegal Papes (or whatever they’re called) got whacked by Rwanda in what has to be a shocking upset at the AfroBasket tournament.
Not a super-costly loss – it still looks like Pape and the lads should make the quarter-finals and still perhaps as the top seed – but I can’t imagine it’s sitting well with our old friend.
Okay, since I just did that question from the mail, it strikes me as a list time.
Five teams that, given the chance, I would have paid to watch practice and then play:
The early-60s Celtics.
Russell and Red and his cigar. What else can you want?
The ’27 Yankees.
To see the Babe? And Lou? Hell, yeah.
The Russian Red Army team
The one that tied the Habs on that New Year’s Eve game, just because it would have been interesting to see how they worked.
The ’72 Russian men’s basketball team
Sure, they stole the gold medal from the US but they had some skill and it would have been nice to see ‘em.
The Edmonton Grads.
Kids, go look ‘em up, find out how great they truly were.
Okay, off to the chiropractor, deposit Super Son at golf camp and planning two weeks of inactivity (all suggestions welcome) await, see ya.