Blown chance in Brooklyn and more TV memories than ever
Remember back in the day when fans – not me, but others, I’m told -- would get up in the morning, or stay up at night to see or hear the hockey scores because they wanted to know who won the games?
Now it seems almost every day no one cares about the results because they’re inundated by stories about slurs, head hits, concussions, illegal checks and any manner of stuff quite disassociated from winners and losers.
It won’t make all that much difference where we live because the game is in the blood for those of a certain age it seems but for young fans just starting to grow sports allegiances, and in other parts of North America, isn’t this starting to even more marginalize the game?
No one talks about players very much. It’s who said what to whom on the ice, who got hit in the head, who got hit from behind into the boards, who’ll get suspended today and for how long.
Personally, it’s not a big deal to me, I consider myself somewhat of an anti-pucks guy and have been for years, mainly because I can’t stand the scripted fights.
But if there was a scintilla of interest, it’s waning even more because very little of what I read has to do with the actual playing of the game.
It’s the only sport in the world, it seems, with so many cloudy issues taking away from what it really is and I know there is a great big land to the south of us that they are still – unsuccessfully – trying to turn on to the game that will shrug its collective shoulders at the omnipresent stories of “other” things.
Big fumble in Brooklyn, methinks, where that Jay Z guy (I hear he’s a crooner/businessman or something) announced yesterday that the Nets will be, um, the Nets when they move from Newark in a year or so.
Didn’t they miss a grand opportunity to “re-brand” the franchise with a new name, new logo, new stuffed animal, new group of June Taylor Dancers to somehow reflect either the times or their new home?
Not suggesting they should have gone with Dodgers or anything but surely there was some nickname more exciting than Nets.
But speaking off, this Malcolm Gladwell piece (and he’s a must-read in every New Yorker) very clearly lays out what’s going on with the Nets, their ownership and why they really are where they are.
Paints NBA ownership, at least in New Jersey/Brooklyn, in a rather unflattering light if you have to listen to them squawk about finances and how much they’re struggling.
I’d presume the players association is making sure all the right people read that piece.
Fans should, too.
Oh, man, how cool is this leftover?
Q: Doug, if the lockout isn't settled, and the entire season is wiped out, how will they determine draft order? (Haven't seen it in a while, so I thought I'd take care of it!)
Now, on to a question: How a list of top five favourite TV commercials? I know that most of them are mind-numbing, but once in a while, so of them are pretty good (until they show them 2000/week!)
Tim H, Windsor
A: You mean people still watch commercials? Thought everyone clicked over to some other show when they came on?
Anyway, here’s the thing:
I am of a certain vintage and would like to keep this little space more old than new, more nostalgic than cutting edge.
When you said commercials, these immediately flashed to mind:
Who doesn’t like a slinky?
Oh, yeah, I’d love to teach the world to sing. Off key.
I could never get Super Brother to try the liver. Guess he was smarter than Mikey.
Tell me you didn’t try this with a sibling or a neighbourhood kid back in the day?
An everyday product romanticized.
Oh, that zany Mr. Whipple. Okay, that’s a little creepy in some ways.
Now, digest those but don’t forget:
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.
Where’s the beef?
Tastes great! Less filling!
Popeil’s pocket fisherman
Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun!
There, that should get Irregulars through the day.
Tampa Bay beats the Yankees, the Red Sox cough one up to the Orioles and it’s a dead heat for the AL wild card with two days left in the season?
We, my friends, are witnessing from afar one of the all-time greatest collapses in sports history – and this is far more about Boston choking than the Rays playing out of their heads – and I would assume everyone figures it’ll be complete and the Sox will lose one of their last two games and finish third in the division.
Worst part about it? In last night’s game, Jacoby Ellsbury, who is by far the best Boston player and a legit MVP candidate in many minds, almost makes a miraculous play at the wall in centre but can’t hang on to the ball for what turned into a three-run inside-the-park home run.
That kinda bites; it’d have been far more appropriate if one of the arsonists on the pitching staff had given up six or seven rockets in a row; Ellsbury deserves better.
So the craft loses another giant as my friend S. Brunt over at The Paper That Doesn’t Seem To Care Much About Sports is taking leave to go to Sportsnet.
He’s one of the greats in our industry and it just got a bit lonelier over here in the newspaper/interwebs side of things.
Small group meetings betwixt owners and union today in New York evokes more yawns.
But we are maybe two, two and a half weeks away from the date they’d have to considered canceling the start of the regular season so there is now has to be some sense of urgency.
The interesting thing to me is there seems to be a widespread suggestion there is a divide among the owners, with some insisting on sacrificing a season or part of one if they have to to get a hard cap, another group that might be amenable to a more flexible system.
Seeing how it’s usually the players who have divides or rifts – guys who need/want/can’t go without their money against those who’ll hold firm we do seem to be in uncharted waters.
But, again, wake me when there’s real news.
Can’t wait for the chocolate beer or sour cream and onion ice cream.