No one to cheer for and drivers who are goofs
Okay, we’re really reaching here today; that was as boring a holiday Monday as you’ll get.
But still … we soldier on.
David Stern doesn’t “feel optimistic about the players’ willingness to engage in a serious way.”
Derek Fisher says the sides are “still very, very far apart.”
Sounds like a typical day at the bargaining table to me.
No, nothing really good happened when the CBA talks resumed Monday in New York but – most important – nothing really bad happened, either.
It was a step, a baby one for sure, but a step nonetheless.
But you know what?
I wonder if anyone really cares.
This is one of those fights without a true favourite or a villain, isn’t it?
I can see the owners side – they have to have a system that allows them to make a profit on their business and there can be no doubt that some of the clubs are hemorrhaging money.
I can see the players side – they shouldn’t be asked to give away all that they’ve collectively bargained for in the past just to make sure that the weaker teams can make it.
I suppose, philosophically, I’d side with the workers, who are going to get screwed somehow no matter what. The players have already conceded money, length of contract, the guarantees that go with those deals and, eventually, don’t they have to say: “enough is enough?”
But it truly is difficult for me to get too worked up either way.
The money totals are astronomical and that’s hardly worth thinking about. Total revenues of more than $4 billion are entirely abstract, it’s impossible to even imagine how much money that really is.
I do know that – eventually – the NBA will be back, it’s too lucrative a business for some and too ingrained in sporting society to go away forever. But this is turning into one of the most boring work stoppages I can remember.
Well, another first.
Am doing the Prime Time radio gig Monday night (not too much pucks and acquitted myself not too badly, I believe) and an out for a breath of fresh air with Mr. McCown during one of the breaks.
Here comes this rather large fellow walking down the street, Bob says, “oh, no, it’s Belli” and, sure enough, it’s the big old ex-CFL lineman.
You know the one, Adriano, the guy who likes to kiss people on the cheeks as a way of saying hello.
Yep, he gets Bob, I stick out my hand and say, “Hi, not sure we’ve met, I’m Doug Smith of The Star” and … bam!
A smooch on each cheek.
Pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve had a peck from a pro athlete while standing on a major Toronto downtown thoroughfare.
Or anywhere, for that matter.
Thinking caps, kids.
Have a trip to Baltimore coming and while I have one great recommendation already, I could use some help.
Two night games so there’s not a lot of time but am staying at Camden Yards area and have lunches to kill.
Maybe I’ll go check out this guy’s birthplace.
Couple of questions over the weekend about the differences between the TOD and HOTH.
The ball players are ready more quickly to talk after games and the guys and gals who might be approaching deadline like that a lot.
The drill’s the same as with the basketball, we all convene in a room to talk to the coach, er, manager, and after he’s done, we toddle off to the locker room, er, clubhouse, to get the players.
In the basketball, we stand around at lockers and wait for guys; in the baseball, they bring whoever we need to a central location. Much easier. Of course, the clubhouse is about four times the size of the Raptor locker room and that helps.
But the speed with which the various players come out really struck me. I’ve seen instances in the past where pitchers iced their arms forever, position players went to lift weights before doing post-game media and we’ve had to stand around bored for half an hour.
Not now. At least not with this team or any of the guys we’ve needed to talk to at games I’ve been at.
It’s interesting, too, in one other regard.
John Farrell comes in, plops himself down at the microphone – not standing at a podium like with the Raptors – and immediately launches into his impressions of the game.
With the Raptors, it’s always been a question-first kind of thing and I think I like the Farrell way better, his comments might give us fodder for a line of questioning.
Anyway, hope that helps those who wondered.
Things I Hate, Vol. 2,502,476
So, I’ve been spending a fair amount of time in The Smelly Ford Focus betwixt Hazelville and the peninsula of late (Hello, Mick and Angelo’s) and here’s a Top Two Irksome Things From Idiot Drivers On The QEW
Seriously. There are three lanes. Right one for slowpokes, middle one for regulars, left on for speedsters. Know where you should be and get there.
You hear that little “click, click, click, click” sound that’s driving you crazy?
It’s your directional signal and because I’m the guy behind you entirely confused as to your intentions, please, for the love of all that’s good in the world, turn it of.
What’s on your list?
Oh yeah, Mighty Rockies are tomorrow night.
I’ll alert the scalpers that you’ll all be around.