Watching the best at their best is something else
We’ve spoken often here about appreciating athletic excellence no matter the circumstances; being able to enjoy watching someone at peak efficiency even if you have no affinity for the team, or the sport for that matter.
I think it’s important, games may not become destination viewing but if you get a chance to watch something in person or on TV that looks like it’s special, I really think you should.
Well, we know I don’t have a lot of integral knowledge of football, it seem to be somewhat organized chaos to me and trying to explain the minutia of the sport is beyond me.
But, man, has it been fun watching that Ricky Ray bloke operate in my incarnation as Argo Boy for these past few weeks.
It’s gotten to the point where I’m surprised if he doesn’t complete a pass on something other than a blatant drop by one his receivers, he’s been that good.
It’s explained a little bit here in the yarn from last night’s game but it’s hard to do it justice; I’ve seen athletes on rolls, this is quite something and, again, if you appreciate good athletes at their best, this is something to see.
The thing is, with arguably the worst schedule I could possibly imagine, I don’t know that the Argos can get any traction with casual fans this season and that, as much as anything, has to do with where they fit into the sporting landscape here.
I would presume the blame is shared between the demands of TV and of the stadium where they play but an August Sunday at 7 p.m. is a terrible time to play (a crowd of less than 20,000 last night will prove that) and after a short week that concludes with a game on Friday night that should draw, it gets even worse.
Not only aren’t they playing on Labour Day, they play at home the day after and if there’s a worse time for a game than the Tuesday after Labour Day and the first day of school, I can’t imagine what it is.
Then they go on the road for a month – see you in Montreal, Regina, Calgary and Edmonton – and that’s going to take them out of the minds of many, I would imagine.
It’s too bad, it really is. I certainly can’t speak to the atmosphere of a game from the standpoint of the fans – I don’t sit in the seats and actually don’t care – but for whatever reason that I’m sure is out of their control, they have shot themselves in the foot with an awful 2013 schedule.
Too bad, this Ray guy is, as the coach said, “really good.”
So the national women’s senior basketball team goes 3-0 in Brazil in the weekend – including the first win over Brazil in Brazil that I can certainly remember – and it’s been a pretty good summer for them.
Yes, I know winning beats losing and a successful tour is significant for team morale and learning to win can’t hurt but, like the men, there’s a lot of possum playing in the exhibition events that lead up to the world championship qualifier in Mexico next month.
No one shows everything they have, players who’ll have large rolls at the qualification tournament aren’t playing and while winning is good, it means little in the big picture.
But I bet the long flight home was better at 3-0 than it would have been a 0-3.
Now there’s a bit of break, another training camp at their Edmonton home base and the qualification event goes Sept. 21-28 in Mexico.
No, the Argos should not by any stretch of the imagination urged the crowd to sing along to Sweet Caroline during a third-quarter timeout.
Get your own song; that one’s taken.
“Where do they think we are? Fenway?” was one text I got as the music blared.
Here’s the deal.
Some vacation time from the daily grind of Argo Boy and whatever other summer beats they’ve got for me is upon us.
Oh, we’ll still be here because it’s what we do but if we’re tardy with comments or a bit late some morning over the next little while getting this up, hang with me.
I think some relaxation – and I have a long, long list of things to accomplish that includes a few significant tasks – is in order.
So, the Ex?
Now, yesterday would have been a glorious day to be there, great weather, good crowds, all the fun associated with one of the great “fairs” going. Or at least it was, as I recall.
Now, I’m not one for big crowds – the aversion to some people and long lines is troubling – but the Ex just seems a bit different somehow, doesn’t it?
I haven’t been in years but I know people who’ve made it annual trip for more than four decades and it’s return got me thinking about all the good parts of it.
(I know this is Toronto- or Ontario-centric but bear with me here).
Top Five Things, I Recall
Tiny Tom Donuts
So small, so good. Watch them come down the conveyor belt and eat them when they’re warm. Good end to the day.
You know the ones. Big slab of ice cream between two waffles?
Always wished they’d have chocolate ice cream rather than just vanilla
Whack A Mole
I know, there are all kinds of goofy midway games where you can spend a fortune to get a cheap stuffed animal but this one was a favourite.
It was old and bit decrepit but some good shows, some good times and I’m okay with old and a bit decrepit, being it and all.
The peewee baseball tournament
Probably ‘cause I played in it a couple of years and it provided bonus trips up the QEW for a day at the Ex. Always hoped for a mid-morning game so we could convince the parents to stay all afternoon.