If it’s Friday, it’s a lot of little things because (a) I got a very late start this morning and my mind is not fully engaged and (b) I get to say what we do here.
Know what bothers me an awful lot about the NFL?
The incessant breakdown of games all week long.
I get that it’s part of the allure of the league, that the basic one-day-a-week schedule lends itself to incessant – and often unnecessary – chatter about the coming games but, really, doesn’t it get over the top?
So many games are so crappy they don’t deserve to be spoken of after the fact let alone tirelessly dissected before they are played and if the world’s media put a moratorium on talk about football until, say, Friday, it’d be fine with.
And that’s one of the reasons covering the NFL would be so far down the list of gigs I want, it’s not even funny.
First off, I really don’t like off days in a season, it’s hard to develop a worthwhile story in a day or two of practice and having six off days between football game might be mind-numbingly boring since the control freaks who run NFL franchises are so protective of their players and access is so limited you can’t spend any time working on good pieces.
And I truly don’t like – and don’t think many readers like – breaking down the minutia of matchups day after day after day. Do you? Aren’t something like good human interest stories better than how to defend a pick and roll? I’d certainly suggest they are.
So having limited access (most teams make key players available once, maybe twice between games) and having almost a week to fill time and space would be excruciating.
And while I’m here and on a bit of a craft rant, how’s this for a pet peeve.
It’s the afternoon after a game – and I’ve seen this so often it’s not even funny – and all that people want to talk about with coaches or players is last night’s game. In this day and age, the last thing anyone should care about is what happened last night, even those who deal with Xs and Os have to be thinking about tomorrow night, right?
Everyone’s seen the highlights and heard the clips and read the stories that there really can’t be anything well served by dredging up the night before, is there? We should all try to move things forward as much as we can.
End o’ rants.
I have no idea why this group popped into the my mind but it did so …
Not sure what’s going on with the mailbag because some unresolved technical difficulties are not allowing me to go get questions but if you can send some to firstname.lastname@example.org, I’ll probably find a way to get to them eventually. Hope so, at least, because tomorrow will be pretty tough if I can’t and I hate, hate, hate, hate hard Saturdays
Yes, IGBT tonight, game’s at 7:30 p.m. if you’re so inclined.
And, yes, our people did astonishing, incredible, difficult and very, very, very, very, very, very important work covering the gong show that is Toronto’s Mayor and while it’s not good to crow, we should be accepting thanks and congratulations from every corner today.
Go to our site, read what we’ve done and know that the group that put together that stunning coverage for the past few months represents all that is good about modern day journalism and any suggestion that newspapers are somehow anachronistic in this day and age should have been debunked.
The Raptors? Totally boring day yesterday, nothing of note occurred. Just letting you know.
So I’m on a stool sipping a Harp and watching the Knicks-Bulls when the wise sage R. Bonnell of the Charlotte Observer sends this note on the tweeter to me and a friend:
“If Bargnani wants to keep playing in the NBA, he’s running out of countries.”
Almost did a spit take but laughed out loud at least; was watching Andrea struggle a bit and couldn’t agree more.
Speaking of AB, there was a note in the lengthy Nothing But Net yesterday (glad you asked, it’s right here) about how he was booed after just two shots in the first game of the season the other night at the Garden.
Now, even by the kneejerk reaction of some fans standards, that’s over the top, isn’t it?
At least give a guy 10 or 15 games before he draws the ire, I bet some of them will be good.
The need for immediate gratification of fans is ridiculous sometime, isn’t it?
Solely because the rate was manageable, staying at Ritz-Carlton here in Atlanta (not worry, back to Marriotts the rest of the next two trips) and, yes, it’s pretty night.
Big bed, room with endless possibilities for loafing but, you know what?
Almost too fancy.
No concierge lounge where you can go grab a complimentary coffee in the morning rather than paying $4 for one in the lobby, the lobby bar is too nice for slovenly beat grunts to sit in so we had to across the street and it’s a bit out of my league.
It is forever thus.
More than a few times over the years, I’ve stayed that team hotel, 17-18 years ago they’d put on us their rooming list as a favour (we’d pay, of course) and every time, there’s been a feeling of uncomfortable washing over me.
I’m not a Ritz guy or a Four Seasons guy or a guy who likes the opulence; I want my Marriott points, I want mid-level hotels (as long as they have the aforementioned big beds)