The demise of civilization is not upon us
So there’s a casino coming somewhere in our neck of the woods, it would appear from this story, and the debate is going to rage about where they put it, who really wants it, what the social cost will be.
And the debate will centre on one salient point:
A bit of background, first:
I will fully admit I have never once in my life pulled a slot machine handle or played video poker, I’ve not once set foot in Rama and the only time I was ever in either of the Niagara Falls casinos was to attend a rollicking 150th anniversary bash for the Mighty Stamford Hornets. Casinos really aren’t my style so it’s not like I’m itching to have the right to stay close to home and be separated from my money by a government-run gambling den.
I did, a very long time ago, telephone a football bet or two into a People Who Shall Remain Unknown but that was in a different time in life (I should tell you a story sometime about having to hand over a small Super Wife Christmas bonus to a fellow the first year we were hanging out) and since I know the perils of sucker bets like parlays, I wouldn’t put a Pro Line wager down if knew how to, which I don’t.
That said, though, I fall entirely on the side of “bring the casino on” in this argument.
They do generate some kind of revenue, they are a centre of entertainment that runs the gamut from gaming to concerts to sports events.
They – at least this one in the GTA – would simply be an extension of what’s available an hour to the south or an hour to the north and, having some first-hand knowledge of at least one of them, they have been a boon to area rather than knocking it down into some kind of perilous tumble into darkness and disaster.
They are not bad, evil things, not at all like modern day opium dens with zombie-like gamblers wobbling table to table blowing the family fortune every hour of every day.
The neighbourhoods, at least around the one I know of, has not denigrated into brutal traffic and dark alleys populated by broken souls.
Yes, they need to be closely managed and we need to be wary of the social costs but, really, gambling -- government-sponsored or internet-based, or telephoned to People Who Shall Remain Unknown – is now a basic fact of life for so many.
To think otherwise is folly, to think that another casino would bring about the downfall of some small segment of civilization is equally foolish.
They are here; one more isn’t really going to hurt.
Couple of final words on TJ Ford, aside from my thanks for all the nice comments yesterday afternoon.
(I had a marathon sleep and didn’t get to see them until early this morning).
First, TJ for Charlie V might be one of Bryan’s best, under-stated moves, no? Been more than a few rip jobs out there for some that didn’t work out, best to make mention of one that did.
And, right after the news got out, I was talking electronically to Jose to confirm what I remembered to be true and to get his feelings on a guy he still considers a friend.
“Everybody was talking about that bad relationship, but it was never a problem. Yes we compete for minutes but nothing else.”
And that’s how I remembered it, too. Couple of guys who wanted to play tying to convince the coach they should.
Oh, and Jose’s ankle?
It’s feeling better but that’s about it.
If they’re looking for a perfect case study in over-reaction concerning a professional sports team, they will do no worse than to examine this year’s version of the New York Knicks.
Fascinating, in many ways.
Hero, for the moment, comes in and is lauded for his greatness, even if it’s unwarranted. It was one of those amazing flashfires and perfect storms, good story, good guy, and blown so incredibly out of proportion it’s not even funny. It was so nutty that there were legitimate commenters wondering if Jeremy Lin could be a late add to either the NBA all-star game and whether or not he’d paly in the Olympics for China or the United States. As if.
Now the Knicks have – and we’ll borrow an IGBT saying for this – regressed to the mean big, time. They were never, in some opinions, particularly good or well constructed. They have a faltering big man losing explosiveness every day in Amar’e Stoudemire, a gifted scorer who was traded from one team because he was a bit of ball-stopper who didn’t make his teammates any better in Carmelo Anthony, a point guard who is good but far from great and is exhibiting traits that many saw from the very start in Jeremy Lin.
And now people should get traded, benched or whatever.
It’s hilarious and is one of the great stories of the season to watch from afar.
When the season began, there were those who thought the Knicks would be life and death to sneak into the bottom one or two playoff spots in the East; we arrive at the trade deadline feeling exactly the same way but the journey has been fascinating.
My Man Kelly is down in Cleveland making sure the lake doesn’t spontaneously combust and watching the HOTH tangle with the Cavs so the IGBT gets a night off.
We’ll be back tomorrow from Jersey, my first foray into Newark, lucky soul that I am.
Presume you’ve all breathlessly read this little NCAA thingy from our paper today; a bit more on Andrew Nicholson, a little more on other Canadians, some notes and such.
Well, tomorrow you get to mock openly, if you like, since The Aforementioned My Man Kelly and I are both submitting brackets that will live on-line for the duration of the tournament.
Better get Super Son and Super Dog involved, there’s no way I’m taking the hit for my ignorance alone.