Parents, kids and finding a guy to carry your bag
Oh, dads and their kids, eh?
That was the big topic around the ballyard yesterday with the arrival of Colby Rasmus to join the TOD.
As long as Dad doesn’t really interfere by offering suggestions that run counter to what the kid’s hearing for the bosses at work and the people who pay him, who cares?
I don’t imagine this is going to be a case where the kid runs into the clubhouse in between at-bats to check in at home; nor do I think there’ll be nightly calls back and forth. At least that’s what I get from what I’ve read, heard from Rasmus himself and got from John Farrell, who dropped this one on us pre-game, to many smiles:
“I’m not saying we’re going to give him a uniform and let him sit in the dugout.”
Anyway, kind of struck me as unfamiliar because in my regular life, it’s seldom parents are issues.
It’s wives and friends and what they do is get in a players’ ear with the things like: “Why don’t you get more minutes. The guy should be running more stuff for you. Get yours when you get a chance.”
Moms and dads?
Seldom seen or heard, with one rather notable exception and that’s been well-chronicled. But even Vince’s Mom was just a “presence” rather than a distraction and it was entirely irrelevant to what transpired in the games.
You can safely say pretty much every athlete in every sport has a parent or sibling or a friend or someone who’s giving them advice, helping them through difficult times and just being around.
Doesn’t seem to hurt anyone, I think athletes probably need someone divorced from their organization to talk to often, to air grievances to, to act as sounding board.
So now it’s Kevin Durant who says he’s 50-50 on perhaps going to Europe to play if the NBA lockout drones on into the regular season.
I remain in the “I’ll believe it when I see it” mode on him, Kobe, Dwight Howard, any of them and I will also say this:
It will have no impact whatsoever on negotiations on a new CBA.
If you think the owners care what the players are doing when the NBA isn’t in business, I think you’re dead wrong.
This isn’t about anything other than filthy rich owners wanting more of the pie and clawing back stuff they have collectively bargained away and if some players want to go play, I can’t see how they’d care.
Mostly because they know in their heart of hearts – and I’m sure you all realize this, too – that the second there’s a settlement, all of these guys will be back quicker than you can say: “$105 per diem, five-star hotels, charter flights and home.”
There was water falling from the sky this morning.
Anyone got an idea what that is?
Oh, right, it’s like a Slug magnet. Gotta get me some raccoon repellent for tonight, I imagine.
Seeing how we’ve been on about women’s basketball a bit this week, I dredged this one out of the mail:
Q: HI Doug. I had asked you this question before, but I don't recall seeing an answer to it. In light of the amazing (and badly under reported) success of the Canadian Women's Basketball team, I was wondering if you had a top 5 list of best female basketball players ever (includes Olympics/World Champs/WNBA etc)
Not sure how you keep finding things for your blog, but it's appreciated.
Sohail G, Colingwood
A: I am only going to guess that you mean Canadians because my depth of knowledge of the international stars kinds of starts and stops with Hortencia from Brazil and the usual American suspects. But I could probably come up with five if I had to.
And even to get the Canadians, I needed some help and enlisted the aid of some friends who are more expert than I even to get to three. I’m going back to the halcyon days of Canadian women’s basketball, when they are among the very best teams in the world and these two women – in my opinion – were so far ahead of the curve it was silly.
I can’t tell you how good they were.
So here you go and I’m sure there are others that some Irregulars will come up with over the course of the day:
And I am so bailing or cheating on No. 3 by doing this:
Not sure any, or many, of you have heard of the Edmonton Grads but read and watch this to get up to speed.
Now, I’m going to finish with a story.
(And I may have told it before and if I did, I apologize)
Jim O’Connell is a legendary international/college basketball writer with the Associated Press and a guy who has seen all the greats play often. He is also not one prone to, um, exuberance. Great guy, Jim.
Anyway, he once told he that only one time at an event has he seen an athlete on the street and stopped them to introduce himself and tell them how impressed he was with their skill, drive and style of play.
It was in 1987 at the Pan Am Games in Indianapolis.
Too bad I have to go to Baltimore next weekend to do the baseball.
I hear there’s a guy who needs a looper for the PGA Tour event.
But if I can’t help Tiger, maybe he can get a kid somewhere here.
Best sports comedy ever?
I’d say so.
We’ll take more mail here because there’s always an hour or so to kill sitting around the baseball press box and what better way to kill it than by corresponding with my close personal reader friends after I try to watch the live boxscore of the junior women who get Spain in the world quarter-finals starting at 1:30.