Of junior women, old poems and a couple of ditties
Interesting question from an Irregular in the IGBT last night about the junior women, who beat Japan yesterday for their fifth win in a row at the worlds.
It had to do with why so few seem excited, or even impressed, with what the young women are doing.
(They finish their second round with a game against the U.S. this afternoon, will finish first or second in their second-round pool and will play a quarter-final on Friday, by the way).
It’s blatantly unfair, as others pointed out; if it was, say, the pucks there’d be people flying down to Chile, the highlights would be all over the television and in the papers and on the radio.
Guess there really are three factors at work here, they’re all explainable although that doesn’t make them right.
Women’s sports get short shrift in the media a lot of the time, women’s basketball in particular. It’s wrong, as I say, but most of the decision-makers in the Toronto media are middle-aged men who have some, um, history and favourites that they tend to pay closer attention to. Guys like me have to do a better job hammering home the good stories out there and work harder to get them in and in the week that this team’s been playing, most of us haven’t done a very good job.
It also speaks to the power of television in the consciousness of fans. Not sure there even are highlights available – FIBA’s broadcast arm will be streaming the playoff round, I believe – and if nothing can be shown, in some instances it’s like it never happened.
And, sadly, it’s basketball and there’s still quite a ways for that sport to go. And it’s international basketball and there’s a long way for that sport to go. And it’s junior women’s basketball being played by unfamiliar athletes and there’s a huge way for that to go.
None of this is right, of course. It’s a good story that should probably have been told better over the last few days.
As I’ve said to a couple of bosses over the years, everyone’s going to have the usual fare, giving them more of it doesn’t make a whole lot of difference. I think what makes a media outlet stand out is the add-on stuff, educating readers as well as entertaining them and sometimes we do a very good job.
Sometimes we don’t.
Not sure how this is going to play out over the weekend but we’ll do our best to keep them out there for people to learn about.
Oh, and another thing on this team, or the Canada Basketball junior women’s program in particular:
Four years ago they finished fourth in the world, success this time around really shouldn’t catch too many by surprise, they’re building quite a stable of outstanding young women players, this is just another step in the development.
That answer the question?
Hey if you folks at City Hall – well, at least those of you who might be related to the Boss Man – are reading this, this is what she looks like.
You probably could have found out yourself by stopping by your local library branch and checking out a book. Just sayin’.
Now, don’t talk so much.
France 106, Canada 44
But while, no, it’s never, ever a good thing to get drilled by 62 points I’m not sure there should be panic in the streets over the first exhibition game the senior men’s team played.
First game in Europe after travelling. A veteran team that’s been working out for a while getting ready for EuroBasket 2011. A Canadian team that’s not close to the one that will try to qualify for the Olympics later this summer. Lots of things.
No, it’s not good. But it’s certainly not the end of the world, nor necessarily a sign of things to come.
So, football’s back, or so I read, and that means it’s back on TV, and that means theme songs, and that means my somewhat odd mind starts thinking of them and it’s funny but the two best – by far – are the football ones.
Tough question is which is better?
Or this one?
We got Griff involved – surreptitiously, of course – in the IGBT thing last night and he’s providing some helpful info through his tweets.
Makes a guy, seeing as it’s baseball and all, make some crack about us being Tinkers to Evers and all we need is a Chance and everyone goes: “Huh?”
Here you go, this might be the first poem we’ve linked to here.
Anybody get "gonfalon" without a quick Google search?
Didn't think so. Good word, though.
Someone out there has to tell me what useful purpose raccoons serve.
Oh, I know about the food chain and all that crap about things being on earth so there’s an orderly string that’s followed but every single morning I get to the deck to do this labour of love and find half a dozen or so pieces of freshly laid sod turned over at the corners because the little vermin have been gobbling bugs or just toying with me.
Yes, we’ve tried bug spray and anti-raccoon repellent and all number of things.
If they don’t watch out, I’m letting Super Dog deal with them and then they’ll be sorry.
Or maybe they’ll just stare at her, send her scurrying to the comfort of her couch and go on making my life miserable.
Folks, I’m a tad disappointed over here.
Mail’s way, way down which means either you’re all on vacation or there are no more questions to be answered and I’m not sure I believe either of that.
I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing tomorrow, or even later this morning and my life tends to be a jumble of last-minute decisions about what to do.
But I do know – or hope to know – where I’ll be a year from today to the day.
That’d be in London because today’s one year out from the start of the 2012 Olympics.
Did you know that?
Kind of caught me by surprise, should probably start thinking about it. And counting down the days to when I might get to Olde Cheshire Cheese place again.