Important tales from the past can set up the future
We’ve got Jay Triano and Steve Nash about to take the podium and all I can think of is ‘when did they turn the clocks back 12 or 14 years?’
And you know what?
I’m glad they did.
The continuum of basketball, men’s basketball in particular, kind of took a hit in the mid-2000s, guys floated in and out of the program at the upper level, there didn’t seem to be a consistency of eras that I think is necessary to keep things going in the right direction.
And, please, that is not a knock on Leo or what he did in those years, he got the senior team to one worlds, came within a game or two of grander success and did what he could with what he had.
But there was a disconnect between the group that was more successful than any since the 1980s and the kids who are coming up through the system now and that connection is vital.
I know when Jay and Steve sat down with that group last night – with the others there to lend credence to what they said about what have to be known as the good old days – they would have recounted what it meant to be successful on an international stage, what it meant to individuals, what it meant to basketball fans in the country, what it mean to the growth of the game all over.
And I hope the young kids listened and were imbued with some sense of pride and desire when it comes to representing Canada.
Basketball, more than any other sport for young kids in our country, is far too dominated by visions of grandeur to the south.
Some think – wrongly – that it’s more important to be thought highly of by Americans than it is to play for Canada; that for some reason the validation from the United States trumps the feeling one would get from putting on a Canada uniform and making a name for yourself with your people.
Guys like Triano and Nash and Barrett and Francis and Guarasci and Swords and Konchalski and Raso know that; I trust their message will be heard.
Yes, it should be good, glad Super Son will see and hear him for the first time – albeit from the upper reaches of the dome – and talk about your fortuitous timing.
Arrived back from London to a pile of New Yorkers to go through as part of the usual evening routine and this somewhat excellent profile was in one of them.
And then you should listen to this.
Lance Armstrong is giving up his fight against doping allegations and will be stripped of seven Tour de France titles?
Look, I don’t know whether Lance Armstrong cheated or didn’t cheat – barring any incontrovertible evidence of his own to the contrary, the current case against him would suggest that he did – but now that he’s apparently going to go away and not deal with it anymore is welcome.
It’s been, to me, a boring tale of he-said, she-said since the saga began, we have what should have been one of the great heroes of sports torn down and now going away because the spectre of drugs and performance-enhancing substances has driven him away.
It goes – once again – to our propensity to be let down by those we admire most, to have people we put on a pedestal tumble greatly because of something of their own doing.
Too bad but not unusual, is it? We’ve had other sporting icons prove to be quite flawed in the final analysis.
Armstrong should have been lauded for all that he did, for his fight against cancer, for the money he raised to fight that disease; he has done some tremendous things.
Now he will be remembered as a drug cheat in most circles – rightly or wrongly – because a man who spent years trying to protect his legacy and prove his innocence has given up that fight.
That’s kind of telling, isn’t it?
Oh, and I can’t ever forgive him for dumping Sheryl Crow so there’s that, too.
Don’t they own everything already?
I can’t keep this stuff straight and all I know is that, somehow, it’s going to cost me more money on my cable bill.
May have some time pre-show this afternoon to knock some off and a bit of time tomorrow before a possible trip to the Bills game – and no one’s caught me up on the gridiron yet, by the way people – so …
I don’t know how many of you are familiar with this screaming talking head known as Skip Bayless, who makes his living being somewhat of a buffoon on some Inane ESPN morning chat show but he represents all that is wrong with the sports media today.
He did what people of his ilk do, said something outrageous in hopes of garnering fame and ratings when he slagged Derek Jeter the other day.
As we’ve said often before, there are a lot of problems with some segments of the sports media today, there are people who never go anywhere, never speak to anyone, people who don’t do hard work who pass themselves off as experts when in fact they are entertainers first and foremost, often with the primary goal of fame rather than imparting information in context and with a reasoned bent.
Bayless, who I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to, comes across – and should be considered – a bit of a blowhard who makes a passable living making bold and outrageous statements on a morning chat show.
Everything – from hello to goodbye and every word in between – should be summarily ignored as the rantings of a caricature of all that is wrong with broadcast media today.