The Princeton Tigers hosted the Marshall Thundering Herd yesterday and pitched close to a perfect game, beating their visitors from West Virginia by 16 and holding them well below their season's scoring average of roughly 70 points per game. Marshall, with a 3-7 record, had stayed close (save a 19-point loss to #17 Memphis) to most of its opponents in the games it lost.
Not yesterday.
Despite trying to take advantage of their better athleticism by bodying up on defense, pressing and trapping, very little worked for the visitors. The host Tigers had a seven-point lead at the half and then proceeded to finish off a more veteran-laden team in a way that the Tigers had struggled to do with less athletic opponents (Lafayette, Lehigh) earlier this season.
Leading the way for the Tigers was junior forward Kyle Koncz, who scored 20 points on 4-8 shooting from behind the arc (and whose shooting stroke looked great). Also playing very steady games from the guard position were frosh guards Lincoln Gunn and Marcus Schroeder, both of whom played the entire game. The notes in the program indicated that going into the game, Schroeder was among the top 10 in Division I in minutes played per game at 38. He's a very strong, confident young point guard, and he ran the Tigers' offense well yesterday. The Tigers were only outrebounded 24-21 but fought for every loose ball, and they had 15 assists to only 8 turnovers while Marshall had 5 assists and 14 turnovers, hence the earlier comment about the "perfect game." Princeton shot 37.5% from behind the arc and got excellent play off the bench from senior guard Edwin Buffmire, who had 8 points.
Here is the box score. Here is a write-up of the game.
Observations:
1. I talked to a few long-time observers of Princeton basketball while I was entering Jadwin Gym. The first, a long-time fan well-versed in the Princeton program, said the thought that the team was very good. He also said that the freshmen guards were particularly impressive, given that former Tiger coach and Hall of Famer Pete Carril used to say that players in the Tigers' program didn't really show much value until 7 games into their sophomore seasons. The other observer said that the team will be very good next year, said the freshmen guards are very good and wondered, though, about how the team would fare against more physical teams (he included Marshall among that group). Like many observers, he had his doubts about the inside play of the Tigers, who aren't very tall. I have known this latter observer for years, and I respect his opinion greatly.
2. I wrote last year about "zing and oomph", about how at times last season that the Tigers didn't look fluid, that players didn't know what to do with the ball and by delaying their disposition of it once they got it, let the other team's defense catch up to them and stymie them. Yesterday afternoon, they looked fluid and sharp. There were only a few lapses, where they ran down the shot clock and took an off-balance shot or a player tried to go one on two, but 98% of the time the Tigers had a great sense of each other and moved the ball well. There was crisp passing, and there was good shooting.
3. The defense was outstanding -- lots of help, lots of hands, lots of plain-and-simple going after it. The same was true of rebounding. Princeton players crashed the boards on both ends and banged on the visitors very hard (the visitors were very physical, especially in the second half). It was an impressive display.
4. Schroeder is an exciting player, very strong. I recall a comment years ago that then-Penn coach Fran Dunphy made about the Steve Goodrich/Brian Earl/Gabe Lewullis teams and the point guard on those teams, current Northwestern assistant coach Mitch Henderson. Coach Dunphy said that he had nightmares about Mitch Henderson breaking his press, and it could well be that Schroeder will give Penn coach Glenn Miller nightmares about his ballhandling. Schroeder isn't as athletic as Henderson was (heck, no one in the past 25 years of Princeton hoops was/is as athletic as Henderson), but he is very good. The only concern is that he plays 38 minutes a game. Then again, there aren't that many games in the schedule and there are lots of timeouts in each game. Still, back-to-back games during the Ivy schedule will be a test.
5. Edwin Buffmire is a catalyst off the bench. He plays with great energy and helped pick the Tigers up when inserted into the game. He's an excellent sixth man, and as Coach Scott was quoted in "The Blue Ribbon Yearbook", he'd start if the Tigers could start "five guys who are 6'3"." He is fun to watch.
6. Soph C/F Michael Stritmatter, frosh center Zach Finley (with a nifty left-handed hook from the low blocks), and junior forward Noah Savage all got minutes.
7. The Tigers are now 7-3, and while doubters might argue that "they haven't played anyone", the players will tell you that "you play who you play" and most fans will tell you that winning begets winning. If you look at the schedules of the best teams Coach Scott had at Air Force, you'll note that they played the likes of Texas-Pan American, Texas-Corpus Christi and IUPU-Fort Wayne in their non-conference schedule as opposed to Kansas, North Carolina, UCLA and Kentucky. The result: Air Force was the story about four years ago, getting a bid to the NCAA tournament. Okay, so it's not the same league and the teams are different, but those looking for a light at the end of the Joe Scott coaching tunnel saw it at the end of last season and might be seeing it again now.
8. If Princeton wonders why the attendance wasn't that good (2,100+), Princeton should only look at the walk-up ticket prices -- $12 per ticket. Given that Princeton charges $7 for walk-up tickets to football (and, okay, Princeton Stadium is a lot bigger than Jadwin Gym and presumably harder to fill), $12 is a lot, especially when you have about 5,000 empty seats. Note to Princeton AD Gary Walters: drop the walk-in ticket prices to about $7, advertise it, and perhaps you'd get a better gate. Then again, maybe the ticket prices don't matter (i.e., in economic terms, there is no "elasticity"), so perhaps it's just hard to get a big gate for a team like Marshall during the late afternoon at the height of Christmas-shopping season. But $12 -- ouch!
9. The Princeton Band. The good news that was despite the fact that the students were on break, the band showed up. They played okay, but their humor is lacking. Neither the adults nor the kids who noticed them thought that they were funny. Yes, they did make some noise, but that was about it.
10. Princeton promoted an afternoon-night doubleheader, featuring the women's team in the evening end of the twin bill. The Tigers were supposed to win that game too, but lost on a last-second shot by St. Francis (NY). That's a bad loss for the women's team, who, after sharing the Ivy title last year, seem to be struggling.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Why the NBA's Business Model is Bad
Because even in the days of bad trades (see, for example, when the 76ers traded Wilt Chamberlain to Los Angeles or Charles Barkley to Phoenix), teams tried to make their teams better. My guess is that there were those who might have wanted to tank the season to get a better chance at drafting an Abdul Jabbar or Jordan (and who would have blamed them, even if Jordan went third overall in the draft the year he left Carolina). But, by and large, teams have played to win.
Their judgment at times might have been bad, but it's hard to say that a general manager a la "The Producers" was looking for a "Springtime for Hitler" type of team in order to defraud his team's owners. (That might really make a funny movie).
But today's NBA GM is looking for expiring contracts. Make a trade, and the dollar amounts have to match. "Hoopshype", a website that I link to, lists the salaries of all NBA players, but today when a trade makes sense, it has to make cents. Otherwise, it doesn't make sense?
You follow?
So the reason the 76ers want the contracts of journeyment Joe Smith and Jamal Magliore is not because they believe that GM Billy King and Coach Mo Cheeks are Ponce de Leon reincarnated and can lead these glue horses to a Breeders' Cup victory. Hardly. They'll take the expiring contracts and free up a ton of cap room, especially after 2008, when Chris Webber's contract expires (he'll make $21.25 million roughly next year, and the Sixers also have $10+ million owning to new hoops TV personality Jamal Mashburn this year). So that's the ticket, and then they'll have the bucks to rebuild their team, the anti-Knicks, as it were.
Sounds like a plan.
Except it's all that's wrong with the sport. If this is what GMs have to resort to to make a team competitive (and that's an overstatement, because there are those GMs who are better at finding talent, who can resist bad long-term deals and who can find skilled players overseas, hoops traits that apparently have escaped most GMs in the Northeast corridor), then the league is broken. You should trade for talented players, not favorable contracts.
And then there's the question of who would want to come to a team with iffy prospects. Would that the NBA were like a bunch of HS prospects over 10 years ago who met at the summer camps and decided to go to Michigan together -- Chris Webber, Juwon Howard, Jalen Rose, Jimmy King and Ray Jackson. Imagine if you could draft Greg Oden and convince four talented free agents, all of whom can pass the ball, set screens and defend, to come to Philadelphia. Then you might be talking three titles over five years. But the odds for that to happen are apparently as great as they are for the 76ers, Knicks and Celtics to make the playoffs together this year. Teams that have a ton of cap room tend to be bad, and they might have to overpay a free agent to agree to come be the cornerstone of a rebuilding effort. Then there's the risk that that guy gets dumb, fat and too happy (after all, he's paid without being required to produce), and the team has five more years locked up in him. That's a vicious cycle for any GM (especially the bad ones).
Fans of good teams will argue that San Antonio, Detroit, Phoenix and Miami, to name a few, have figured out how to win under the current structure and anything that breaks it up will be the equivalent of foreign aid to nations who simply cannot get out of their own way. They'll argue whether it's good policy to enable the Knicks, Celtics and 76ers to protect them from themselves, and they'll make a good point. If pro hoops are all about competition, then the fittest, regardless of the system, should win.
It's a compelling argument, but it's still silly that GMs have to worry about matching up contracts and look to trade for guys whose contracts are expiring at the expense of winning today.
Consider two trades:
Allen Iverson, Kyle Korver and perhaps Rodney Carney to the Clippers for Corey Maggette, Cuttino Mobley and Shaun Livingston (the trade wouldn't be attractive in my mind if you substituted Sam Cassell, as has been reported, for Livingston)
versus
Iverson going to Denver with ultimately Joe Smith, Jamal Magliore and a first-round pick going to the 76ers.
I'd be happy as a 76ers fan to get both Maggette and Livingston for Iverson et al., because along with Andre Iguodala you have a decent nucleus going forward. I'd be unhappy getting expiring contracts and little more in the latter trade. Both trades are rumored, but it would appear that the 76ers won't get much on-court help in exchange for Iverson.
What they'll get are expiring contracts, a chance to build through free agency (where they have failed before) and a better chance in the lottery.
All with Billy King steering the ship.
Perhaps all 76ers fans would be happy if King would be included in any deal that peddles Iverson away from Philadelphia.
Then at least there'd be a better chance for a successful rebuilding.
Philadelphia fans are funny. They booed former Phils GM Ed Wade out of town after an eight-year tenure where they never made the playoffs, lost Scott Rolen and Curt Schilling in bad trades and opted to hire Charlie Manuel as skipper over Jim Leyland, who wanted the job badly. Don't get me wrong, the Phillies and Wade deserved criticism. The fans don't like King all that much, but the 76ers have bungled their roster since their championship appearance in 2001, and King draws far less abuse than Wade (in fact, he and now emeritus Flyers' executive Bob Clarke, also no great roster handler in the past five years, drew far less flack combined than Ed Wade did).
Why is that?
The answer is simple and scary for both the 76ers and Flyers.
Those teams just aren't that relevant on the Philadelphia sports landscape today to anyone except their faithful followers (read: those who shell out the big bucks for season tickets).
And if I were the ownership of both of those teams (earth to Comcast), I'd be very worried about that.
If the local fans cared that much, ownership would hear it loud and clear. So don't take the lack of loud and sometimes harsh public criticism to mean that the sporting public in the Delaware Valley is not all that unhappy with the state of play in pro basketball and hockey.
They just don't care.
Their judgment at times might have been bad, but it's hard to say that a general manager a la "The Producers" was looking for a "Springtime for Hitler" type of team in order to defraud his team's owners. (That might really make a funny movie).
But today's NBA GM is looking for expiring contracts. Make a trade, and the dollar amounts have to match. "Hoopshype", a website that I link to, lists the salaries of all NBA players, but today when a trade makes sense, it has to make cents. Otherwise, it doesn't make sense?
You follow?
So the reason the 76ers want the contracts of journeyment Joe Smith and Jamal Magliore is not because they believe that GM Billy King and Coach Mo Cheeks are Ponce de Leon reincarnated and can lead these glue horses to a Breeders' Cup victory. Hardly. They'll take the expiring contracts and free up a ton of cap room, especially after 2008, when Chris Webber's contract expires (he'll make $21.25 million roughly next year, and the Sixers also have $10+ million owning to new hoops TV personality Jamal Mashburn this year). So that's the ticket, and then they'll have the bucks to rebuild their team, the anti-Knicks, as it were.
Sounds like a plan.
Except it's all that's wrong with the sport. If this is what GMs have to resort to to make a team competitive (and that's an overstatement, because there are those GMs who are better at finding talent, who can resist bad long-term deals and who can find skilled players overseas, hoops traits that apparently have escaped most GMs in the Northeast corridor), then the league is broken. You should trade for talented players, not favorable contracts.
And then there's the question of who would want to come to a team with iffy prospects. Would that the NBA were like a bunch of HS prospects over 10 years ago who met at the summer camps and decided to go to Michigan together -- Chris Webber, Juwon Howard, Jalen Rose, Jimmy King and Ray Jackson. Imagine if you could draft Greg Oden and convince four talented free agents, all of whom can pass the ball, set screens and defend, to come to Philadelphia. Then you might be talking three titles over five years. But the odds for that to happen are apparently as great as they are for the 76ers, Knicks and Celtics to make the playoffs together this year. Teams that have a ton of cap room tend to be bad, and they might have to overpay a free agent to agree to come be the cornerstone of a rebuilding effort. Then there's the risk that that guy gets dumb, fat and too happy (after all, he's paid without being required to produce), and the team has five more years locked up in him. That's a vicious cycle for any GM (especially the bad ones).
Fans of good teams will argue that San Antonio, Detroit, Phoenix and Miami, to name a few, have figured out how to win under the current structure and anything that breaks it up will be the equivalent of foreign aid to nations who simply cannot get out of their own way. They'll argue whether it's good policy to enable the Knicks, Celtics and 76ers to protect them from themselves, and they'll make a good point. If pro hoops are all about competition, then the fittest, regardless of the system, should win.
It's a compelling argument, but it's still silly that GMs have to worry about matching up contracts and look to trade for guys whose contracts are expiring at the expense of winning today.
Consider two trades:
Allen Iverson, Kyle Korver and perhaps Rodney Carney to the Clippers for Corey Maggette, Cuttino Mobley and Shaun Livingston (the trade wouldn't be attractive in my mind if you substituted Sam Cassell, as has been reported, for Livingston)
versus
Iverson going to Denver with ultimately Joe Smith, Jamal Magliore and a first-round pick going to the 76ers.
I'd be happy as a 76ers fan to get both Maggette and Livingston for Iverson et al., because along with Andre Iguodala you have a decent nucleus going forward. I'd be unhappy getting expiring contracts and little more in the latter trade. Both trades are rumored, but it would appear that the 76ers won't get much on-court help in exchange for Iverson.
What they'll get are expiring contracts, a chance to build through free agency (where they have failed before) and a better chance in the lottery.
All with Billy King steering the ship.
Perhaps all 76ers fans would be happy if King would be included in any deal that peddles Iverson away from Philadelphia.
Then at least there'd be a better chance for a successful rebuilding.
Philadelphia fans are funny. They booed former Phils GM Ed Wade out of town after an eight-year tenure where they never made the playoffs, lost Scott Rolen and Curt Schilling in bad trades and opted to hire Charlie Manuel as skipper over Jim Leyland, who wanted the job badly. Don't get me wrong, the Phillies and Wade deserved criticism. The fans don't like King all that much, but the 76ers have bungled their roster since their championship appearance in 2001, and King draws far less abuse than Wade (in fact, he and now emeritus Flyers' executive Bob Clarke, also no great roster handler in the past five years, drew far less flack combined than Ed Wade did).
Why is that?
The answer is simple and scary for both the 76ers and Flyers.
Those teams just aren't that relevant on the Philadelphia sports landscape today to anyone except their faithful followers (read: those who shell out the big bucks for season tickets).
And if I were the ownership of both of those teams (earth to Comcast), I'd be very worried about that.
If the local fans cared that much, ownership would hear it loud and clear. So don't take the lack of loud and sometimes harsh public criticism to mean that the sporting public in the Delaware Valley is not all that unhappy with the state of play in pro basketball and hockey.
They just don't care.
When Your Tank Owns an Arsenal
And we're not talking about a soccer club in England's Premiership, either.
Read this, and, if you're a Bears' fan, you might want to worry a little more.
Is it that defensive linemen, who, by definition, are charged to disrupt a well-planned offense, hae always been a bit whacky (and, correspondingly, that the only difference between defensive linemen of yesteryear and today is the constant presence of the media?)? Or is it that today's NFL players have more problems off the field than their predecessors?
Lots of arrests in the NFL this year. Perhaps the average, hypothetical, honest defensive player needs a bodyguard in the locker room to protect himself from the guys with enough firepower to challenge a small town's police force.
Not a good trend, is it?
What can/will the NFL do about it?
Or, should they do anything? After all, the players have private lives and according to current gun laws in many states have the right to own this type of arsenal. Perhaps it's not the NFL's business after all.
Read this, and, if you're a Bears' fan, you might want to worry a little more.
Is it that defensive linemen, who, by definition, are charged to disrupt a well-planned offense, hae always been a bit whacky (and, correspondingly, that the only difference between defensive linemen of yesteryear and today is the constant presence of the media?)? Or is it that today's NFL players have more problems off the field than their predecessors?
Lots of arrests in the NFL this year. Perhaps the average, hypothetical, honest defensive player needs a bodyguard in the locker room to protect himself from the guys with enough firepower to challenge a small town's police force.
Not a good trend, is it?
What can/will the NFL do about it?
Or, should they do anything? After all, the players have private lives and according to current gun laws in many states have the right to own this type of arsenal. Perhaps it's not the NFL's business after all.
At Some Point. . .
The 76ers will trade Allen Iverson, won't they?
Has AI's valued dropped the longer he's been on the market? Have teams gotten to thinking that he'll hurt both the salary cap and the locker room? Or has the market for a barely 6' shooting guard dried up, no matter how hard he plays or how many points he can score?
The latest story I've heard is a potential three-way deal among the Nuggers, Trail Blazers and 76ers that would send up sending Jamaal Magliore, Joe Smith (a one-time high draft pick and 76er) and a pick to Philadelphia. That's fine, but then tell me when Darrell Imhoff, Jerry Chambers, Jeff Hornacek, Manny Leaks, Archie Clark and John Q. Trapp are also headed to the City of Brotherly Love.
Meanwhile, the team has lost 10 games in a row. I had the game on for a bit in the second quarter, when out on the court for the 76ers were Louis Williams, Bobby Jones (the rookie, not the now 50+-year-old former all-star from Carolina), Alan Henderson, Steven Hunter and Kyle Korver. Just a few weeks ago the first two players were sent to the Developmental League for more playing time. Now they're back, and they averaged about 20 minutes each in last night's contest against the Mavericks.
In a game that featured battleships, the 76ers sent out canoes.
And the interesting thing about the whole story is not, of course, what value the 76ers will get for a player of Iverson's stature, because salary cap issues transcend on-the-floor matters. That said, the player apparently most coveted in a package deal is none other than Korver, which goes to show you how far the pendulum can swing in the NBA (and whom the 76ers won't let go and are interested in building around). Two years ago the 76ers gave Korver a multi-year deal (about 6 years at $5 million per) and the cognoscenti and local partisans wondered whether they were overpaying for a guy who "was just a shooter" and was too slow to play good defense. During last season, it appeared that Korver looked over-matched as a top-of-the-rotation player, and overall the 76ers' team defense was lacking (the local sports chatterers wondered publicly whether Billy King had laden the 76ers with another albatross of a contract). Fast forward to this season (and after last season's disappointment at the World Games, where the U.S. team showed that it couldn't shoot well enough to win the international game consistently), and guess what's the hot commodity -- shooters? And guess who's one of the best shooters in the NBA?
Kyle Korver.
Lots of slashers out there, the Maggettes, Carneys, Iguodalas, but few guys who can summon the days of Purvis Short and Jamaal Wilkes and nail jumper after jumper. That's why NBA games can resemble clogged drains -- with everyone jumbled up in the paint, sagging in, because there aren't many guy who I'd call "Clog Busters", the current version of the "zone buster" that the college commentators (particularly Al McGuire and Billy Packer) designated as the guys who would need to shoot the ball well enough on the outside to make interior defenses honest, come out and defend the shooters and open up the middle. A close cousin to the "zone buster" a "clog buster" will prevent NBA's switching man, match-up and yes even zone defenses from sagging too much inside and daring the other team to shoot.
How many clog busters are there out there that are good enough athletes/basketball players to get meaningful minutes?
The answer, apparently, is not many, and, yes, the Answer is not among them.
Stay tuned for this ongoing soap opera. If the 76ers keep up trade talks at this glacial place, Greg Oden should send his family members to the Philadelphia area to start checking out the condo market.
Has AI's valued dropped the longer he's been on the market? Have teams gotten to thinking that he'll hurt both the salary cap and the locker room? Or has the market for a barely 6' shooting guard dried up, no matter how hard he plays or how many points he can score?
The latest story I've heard is a potential three-way deal among the Nuggers, Trail Blazers and 76ers that would send up sending Jamaal Magliore, Joe Smith (a one-time high draft pick and 76er) and a pick to Philadelphia. That's fine, but then tell me when Darrell Imhoff, Jerry Chambers, Jeff Hornacek, Manny Leaks, Archie Clark and John Q. Trapp are also headed to the City of Brotherly Love.
Meanwhile, the team has lost 10 games in a row. I had the game on for a bit in the second quarter, when out on the court for the 76ers were Louis Williams, Bobby Jones (the rookie, not the now 50+-year-old former all-star from Carolina), Alan Henderson, Steven Hunter and Kyle Korver. Just a few weeks ago the first two players were sent to the Developmental League for more playing time. Now they're back, and they averaged about 20 minutes each in last night's contest against the Mavericks.
In a game that featured battleships, the 76ers sent out canoes.
And the interesting thing about the whole story is not, of course, what value the 76ers will get for a player of Iverson's stature, because salary cap issues transcend on-the-floor matters. That said, the player apparently most coveted in a package deal is none other than Korver, which goes to show you how far the pendulum can swing in the NBA (and whom the 76ers won't let go and are interested in building around). Two years ago the 76ers gave Korver a multi-year deal (about 6 years at $5 million per) and the cognoscenti and local partisans wondered whether they were overpaying for a guy who "was just a shooter" and was too slow to play good defense. During last season, it appeared that Korver looked over-matched as a top-of-the-rotation player, and overall the 76ers' team defense was lacking (the local sports chatterers wondered publicly whether Billy King had laden the 76ers with another albatross of a contract). Fast forward to this season (and after last season's disappointment at the World Games, where the U.S. team showed that it couldn't shoot well enough to win the international game consistently), and guess what's the hot commodity -- shooters? And guess who's one of the best shooters in the NBA?
Kyle Korver.
Lots of slashers out there, the Maggettes, Carneys, Iguodalas, but few guys who can summon the days of Purvis Short and Jamaal Wilkes and nail jumper after jumper. That's why NBA games can resemble clogged drains -- with everyone jumbled up in the paint, sagging in, because there aren't many guy who I'd call "Clog Busters", the current version of the "zone buster" that the college commentators (particularly Al McGuire and Billy Packer) designated as the guys who would need to shoot the ball well enough on the outside to make interior defenses honest, come out and defend the shooters and open up the middle. A close cousin to the "zone buster" a "clog buster" will prevent NBA's switching man, match-up and yes even zone defenses from sagging too much inside and daring the other team to shoot.
How many clog busters are there out there that are good enough athletes/basketball players to get meaningful minutes?
The answer, apparently, is not many, and, yes, the Answer is not among them.
Stay tuned for this ongoing soap opera. If the 76ers keep up trade talks at this glacial place, Greg Oden should send his family members to the Philadelphia area to start checking out the condo market.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
A Tale of Two Cities
A few months ago I was talking with some colleagues at work about baseball, and they asked me who I root for. I answered that I am a "long-suffering Phillies fan." Upon reflection, the use of "long-suffering" is redundant. The Phillies have been around since 1880, and they have won the championship once in their 126 years of existence. You could look it up.
The local ice hockey team imploded early in the season, with GM Bob Clarke apparently suffering career burnout or, better yet, all but conceding that he failed to keep up with the game's sudden and swift evolution into one that rendered the "Broad Street Bullies" style of play which the Flyers fancied obsolete. There are those of us who remember the likes of Dave "The Hammer" Schultz, Bob "The Hound" Kelly, Don "Big Bird" Saleski and Andre "Moose" DuPont with a smile, but there were times back then when the local six resembled more of a WWE last-man-standing free-for-all than ice hockey. Today, the team struggles. Finesse is the word of the day in the NHL.
The local professional football team also faces some evolutionary questions. Four particularly come to mind. First, is it wise to have the coach in charge (totally) of personnel decisions? Second, does the coach suffer from myopia when it comes to using a big running back (was Keith Byars actually the last "big back" in the City of Brotherly Love -- he caught more than he ran, come to think of it) and getting better players at linebacker, a position that has been understaffed for years? Third, have opponents finally solved the one-time genius of defensive coordinator Jim Johnson? Fourth, does the not-as-beloved-as-he-should-be Donovan McNabb's string of season-ending injuries over the course of the past four years send a signal that the Eagles should start grooming a young quarterback to take over the reins? These questions dog the Eagles and the fans, but as writer Michael Lewis points out in an article on fourth-down plays in this month's "ESPN the Magazine", the gap between the knowledge of the fans and coaches and team officials is the widest in professional football. That statement isn't comforting for the fans, not all of whom would agree with it. But assuming for the moment that the statement is true, the fans who take it at face value are left even more confused. Right now they're hoping that 36 year-old Jeff Garcia, a one-time Pro Bowl quarterback with a losing record as a starter in his career, can lead the Birds back to the playoffs.
Good luck, as they're at New York and Dallas and play Atlanta, another playoff contender at home. The odds are they could just miss out on the playoffs. Sweep these three games, and Chicago had better look out. The bet here is that the hometown Birds will finish 1-2.
And then there's the local hoops team.
They're in the midst of trading their "star", the enigmatic Allen Iverson, and, in the process, "blowing up" the team so that they'll have lots of cap space and perhaps win the Greg Oden sweepstakes (which, having seen Oden play, seems worth a shot). Iverson has been a divisive factor on the Philadelphia sports scene. Those who love him cite his passion for the game, his talent and how hard he plays. Those who do not care for him cite his flaunting of team rules, his disdain for practice, his inability to make teammates better and his shooting too much. In rebuttal, those who support him will argue that the team never procured enough talent to help Iverson excel to his full potential and that the 2001 season (where the 76ers made the NBA finals) is an example of just how good he was because he lacked a prime-time teammate as a go-to alternative on offense. In rebuttal to the rebuttal, the detractors will argue that the 76ers could not develop a prime-time alternative to Iverson on offense because Iverson wouldn't let it happen, he had to be the show, and he wouldn't share.
It's true that Iverson plays very hard on the court. It's also true that he's a combination guard that doesn't work in the current construct of the NBA. He's a "bring-it-up-and-shoot-it" point guard or a "too small two guard." In the former case, he isn't great at finding the open man the way a pure point guard should. In the latter case, at a probable 6' tall he's a defensive liability. It also gets tiring to see 9-24 shooting nights.
He's 31, and while he still has a high motor you have to wonder how much tread there is left on him. (I also wonder what those tattoes will look like when he's 60). Charles Barkley said the other day that he doesn't think Iverson can change, and I agree. He's been in the league for ten years -- how will he change?
So why would another team be interested? His track record indicates that he can score points, he plays hard and he'll play a lot of minutes. But it also suggests that he doesn't lead the way a captain of a championship team could and is too selfish. He has a big contract (okay, so it expires in a few years) and, yes, he's 31.
Is he really "The Answer" for a team that needs that little extra something to make a championship run? And, if so, could that team afford him without going over the salary cap? Or would he merely be a draw for a team that's lagging in attendance? "Come see the great Iverson, watching him play hard, and watch him go one-on-three while two college all-Americans stand on the wing on a clearout?" Is that really want Golden State or Memphis want or need?
The rumors have intrigued me. If the Clippers offered Shaun Livingston and Corey Maggette, I'd do it in a heartbeat, even if the addition of Maggette would leave the 76ers with three swingmen (the other two being Andre Iguodala and Rodney Carney, both of whom have potential). If the Celtics offered Gerald Green, Al Jefferson, Delonte West and a first-round pick, I'd have to be restrained from jumping too quickly. For right now it seems that perhaps one of the few GMs with worse judgment than the too-long-tenured Billy King is the Celts' Danny Ainge. Last I heard, neither deal was on the table. The Clippers don't want to trade Livingston, and the Celtics want to keep Green. The rumors also are that Billy King is asking a king's ransom for Iverson.
Meanwhile, the 76ers keep on losing, and their streak remains at 9 games. Something has to happen soon. Yes, they cleared out Iverson's locker, but no, it doesn't appear that he has back spasms (which was the initial cause recited for keeping him out of the lineup). If the 76ers don't move soon, Commissioner David Stern has to step in to prevent this whole affair from becoming a farce. There's a healthy player and a team sliding into the lottery, and the healthy player isn't playing. The 76ers have their motivation too --- they're paying Iverson right now for not playing. Still, you can't let a team slide deep into the lottery with that much fun and purpose, can you?
Whither the NBA? The one-time proud Celtics, Knicks and 76ers are all plum awful. The product is not all that watchable, save for a few teams that move the ball around and have players with a complete set of skills. A star player is on the block and the pro basketball nation is as split over him, it appears, as the country was over George Bush and Al Gore in 2004.
The affair will bear close watching. Who will win -- Iverson, King, the 76ers or the team who trades for him? Naturally, all can win if Iverson is traded to a contender, the contender goes to the NBA finals, King gets some good value in return and the 76ers slide deep into the lottery before doing their imitation of a phoenix. The only person at risk, of course, is King -- for if I were the 76ers, I'd scope out and hire a new GM to lead my rebuilding effort.
Meanwhile the Phillies need to shore up their bullpen and get another bat. The Eagles are befuddled, and the Flyers and 76ers just aren't any good. Philadelphians used to take refuge in college hoops, but the only team that's been a pleasant surprise this year has been Bruiser Flint's Drexel Dragons' team, which beat Villanova for the first time ever (and, despite its Division I status, has not been "admitted" to Philadelphia's storied Big 5, thus making it a "Big 6"). Villanova lost a good deal of talent to graduation and plays in the brutally competitive Big East. St. Joe's has a star in center Ahmad Nivins, but it's a young team that needs to develop depth. Temple is re-tooling, as it were, as Fran Dunphy is in his first year as head coach. The signs are positive on North Broad Street, but the big question will be whether Dunphy can recruit. LaSalle has made strides under Coach John Gianinnni, but they're a low-DI school now and not the school they were even 15 years ago when they had Doug Overton and Lionel Simmons. Penn is the class of the Ivies, but the Ivies aren't all that relevant on the national screen anymore. Put differently, the magic that Villanova and St. Joe's created during the pas 5 years is gone for now.
Which leaves Philadelphians waiting for spring training (the Phillies do have promise) and waiting for the Iverson trade story to break.
It's going to be a long winter in the City of Brotherly Love.
The local ice hockey team imploded early in the season, with GM Bob Clarke apparently suffering career burnout or, better yet, all but conceding that he failed to keep up with the game's sudden and swift evolution into one that rendered the "Broad Street Bullies" style of play which the Flyers fancied obsolete. There are those of us who remember the likes of Dave "The Hammer" Schultz, Bob "The Hound" Kelly, Don "Big Bird" Saleski and Andre "Moose" DuPont with a smile, but there were times back then when the local six resembled more of a WWE last-man-standing free-for-all than ice hockey. Today, the team struggles. Finesse is the word of the day in the NHL.
The local professional football team also faces some evolutionary questions. Four particularly come to mind. First, is it wise to have the coach in charge (totally) of personnel decisions? Second, does the coach suffer from myopia when it comes to using a big running back (was Keith Byars actually the last "big back" in the City of Brotherly Love -- he caught more than he ran, come to think of it) and getting better players at linebacker, a position that has been understaffed for years? Third, have opponents finally solved the one-time genius of defensive coordinator Jim Johnson? Fourth, does the not-as-beloved-as-he-should-be Donovan McNabb's string of season-ending injuries over the course of the past four years send a signal that the Eagles should start grooming a young quarterback to take over the reins? These questions dog the Eagles and the fans, but as writer Michael Lewis points out in an article on fourth-down plays in this month's "ESPN the Magazine", the gap between the knowledge of the fans and coaches and team officials is the widest in professional football. That statement isn't comforting for the fans, not all of whom would agree with it. But assuming for the moment that the statement is true, the fans who take it at face value are left even more confused. Right now they're hoping that 36 year-old Jeff Garcia, a one-time Pro Bowl quarterback with a losing record as a starter in his career, can lead the Birds back to the playoffs.
Good luck, as they're at New York and Dallas and play Atlanta, another playoff contender at home. The odds are they could just miss out on the playoffs. Sweep these three games, and Chicago had better look out. The bet here is that the hometown Birds will finish 1-2.
And then there's the local hoops team.
They're in the midst of trading their "star", the enigmatic Allen Iverson, and, in the process, "blowing up" the team so that they'll have lots of cap space and perhaps win the Greg Oden sweepstakes (which, having seen Oden play, seems worth a shot). Iverson has been a divisive factor on the Philadelphia sports scene. Those who love him cite his passion for the game, his talent and how hard he plays. Those who do not care for him cite his flaunting of team rules, his disdain for practice, his inability to make teammates better and his shooting too much. In rebuttal, those who support him will argue that the team never procured enough talent to help Iverson excel to his full potential and that the 2001 season (where the 76ers made the NBA finals) is an example of just how good he was because he lacked a prime-time teammate as a go-to alternative on offense. In rebuttal to the rebuttal, the detractors will argue that the 76ers could not develop a prime-time alternative to Iverson on offense because Iverson wouldn't let it happen, he had to be the show, and he wouldn't share.
It's true that Iverson plays very hard on the court. It's also true that he's a combination guard that doesn't work in the current construct of the NBA. He's a "bring-it-up-and-shoot-it" point guard or a "too small two guard." In the former case, he isn't great at finding the open man the way a pure point guard should. In the latter case, at a probable 6' tall he's a defensive liability. It also gets tiring to see 9-24 shooting nights.
He's 31, and while he still has a high motor you have to wonder how much tread there is left on him. (I also wonder what those tattoes will look like when he's 60). Charles Barkley said the other day that he doesn't think Iverson can change, and I agree. He's been in the league for ten years -- how will he change?
So why would another team be interested? His track record indicates that he can score points, he plays hard and he'll play a lot of minutes. But it also suggests that he doesn't lead the way a captain of a championship team could and is too selfish. He has a big contract (okay, so it expires in a few years) and, yes, he's 31.
Is he really "The Answer" for a team that needs that little extra something to make a championship run? And, if so, could that team afford him without going over the salary cap? Or would he merely be a draw for a team that's lagging in attendance? "Come see the great Iverson, watching him play hard, and watch him go one-on-three while two college all-Americans stand on the wing on a clearout?" Is that really want Golden State or Memphis want or need?
The rumors have intrigued me. If the Clippers offered Shaun Livingston and Corey Maggette, I'd do it in a heartbeat, even if the addition of Maggette would leave the 76ers with three swingmen (the other two being Andre Iguodala and Rodney Carney, both of whom have potential). If the Celtics offered Gerald Green, Al Jefferson, Delonte West and a first-round pick, I'd have to be restrained from jumping too quickly. For right now it seems that perhaps one of the few GMs with worse judgment than the too-long-tenured Billy King is the Celts' Danny Ainge. Last I heard, neither deal was on the table. The Clippers don't want to trade Livingston, and the Celtics want to keep Green. The rumors also are that Billy King is asking a king's ransom for Iverson.
Meanwhile, the 76ers keep on losing, and their streak remains at 9 games. Something has to happen soon. Yes, they cleared out Iverson's locker, but no, it doesn't appear that he has back spasms (which was the initial cause recited for keeping him out of the lineup). If the 76ers don't move soon, Commissioner David Stern has to step in to prevent this whole affair from becoming a farce. There's a healthy player and a team sliding into the lottery, and the healthy player isn't playing. The 76ers have their motivation too --- they're paying Iverson right now for not playing. Still, you can't let a team slide deep into the lottery with that much fun and purpose, can you?
Whither the NBA? The one-time proud Celtics, Knicks and 76ers are all plum awful. The product is not all that watchable, save for a few teams that move the ball around and have players with a complete set of skills. A star player is on the block and the pro basketball nation is as split over him, it appears, as the country was over George Bush and Al Gore in 2004.
The affair will bear close watching. Who will win -- Iverson, King, the 76ers or the team who trades for him? Naturally, all can win if Iverson is traded to a contender, the contender goes to the NBA finals, King gets some good value in return and the 76ers slide deep into the lottery before doing their imitation of a phoenix. The only person at risk, of course, is King -- for if I were the 76ers, I'd scope out and hire a new GM to lead my rebuilding effort.
Meanwhile the Phillies need to shore up their bullpen and get another bat. The Eagles are befuddled, and the Flyers and 76ers just aren't any good. Philadelphians used to take refuge in college hoops, but the only team that's been a pleasant surprise this year has been Bruiser Flint's Drexel Dragons' team, which beat Villanova for the first time ever (and, despite its Division I status, has not been "admitted" to Philadelphia's storied Big 5, thus making it a "Big 6"). Villanova lost a good deal of talent to graduation and plays in the brutally competitive Big East. St. Joe's has a star in center Ahmad Nivins, but it's a young team that needs to develop depth. Temple is re-tooling, as it were, as Fran Dunphy is in his first year as head coach. The signs are positive on North Broad Street, but the big question will be whether Dunphy can recruit. LaSalle has made strides under Coach John Gianinnni, but they're a low-DI school now and not the school they were even 15 years ago when they had Doug Overton and Lionel Simmons. Penn is the class of the Ivies, but the Ivies aren't all that relevant on the national screen anymore. Put differently, the magic that Villanova and St. Joe's created during the pas 5 years is gone for now.
Which leaves Philadelphians waiting for spring training (the Phillies do have promise) and waiting for the Iverson trade story to break.
It's going to be a long winter in the City of Brotherly Love.
Friday, December 08, 2006
A.I. Demands Trade
This story just broke today from a variety of sources -- Allen Iverson has demanded to be traded.
Whether it will be easy for the 76ers to move him and his big contract is another story. Yes, he can score points, and yes, he plays very hard, but he doesn't make his teammates better and hasn't set a great example for them.
But by demanding a trade, A.I. lets 76ers management off the hook. You see, whatever's left of the 76ers nation is probably split about Iverson. Some say they go to the games to watch him and that they won't return if he's traded, while others are pure hoops fans who will watch the hometown team (and appealing visitors) because they just love hoops. Now that A.I. has demanded a trade, the fans who love A.I. can't get mad at management for accommodating him. Perhaps this dynamic will prevent some of that subgroup from voting with their feet.
This whole episode has been long overdue. Perhaps next the 76ers will consider jettisoning their thus-far Teflon GM Billy King, who has failed to make many good moves since arriving in town with Larry Brown over 6 years ago. Clearing out A.I. will help the team start over again, and while there may be many losses in the short term, a team with A.I. wasn't going to contend beyond a first-round playoff appearance anyway. Some A.I. partisans will claim that the 76ers failed A.I. by not getting another great player to play with him (the same argument that Knicks fans made about Patrick Ewing, who did make his teammates better), but A.I. really never proved that he could share the ball or the limelight with another teammate whose talents approached his. In any event, trading A.I. will let the 76ers develop promising youngsters Willie Green, Andre Iguodala and Rodney Carney.
This will be huge news in Philadelphia. My guess is that some teams who are pressed to improve their gate will express interest in A.I. and will take him so long as they don't have to give up too much in return. The 76ers shouldn't be too greedy here, they should view this as addition by subtraction and try to rebuild their franchise by getting players who not only play very hard, but play smart and enable their teammates. I failed to see the joy in a player who could score 30 points a game by shooting 9-24 on a nightly basis (okay, perhaps 42%). Yes, he's a talent, but the 76ers haven't fared well with him as their leading player in years.
It will be interesting to see where he goes. Boston was interested in him in the off-season, proving that perhaps this once feared rival is about as well-managed now as the 76ers are. If 76ers fans are tired of Billy King, Celtics fans have to be frustrated with GM Danny Ainge.
Stay tuned on this drama. It broke today, and it will be interesting to see what trades can be worked out and where A.I. goes.
76ers' fans shouldn't be too sad. This could be a big opportunity for the hometown team.
Whether it will be easy for the 76ers to move him and his big contract is another story. Yes, he can score points, and yes, he plays very hard, but he doesn't make his teammates better and hasn't set a great example for them.
But by demanding a trade, A.I. lets 76ers management off the hook. You see, whatever's left of the 76ers nation is probably split about Iverson. Some say they go to the games to watch him and that they won't return if he's traded, while others are pure hoops fans who will watch the hometown team (and appealing visitors) because they just love hoops. Now that A.I. has demanded a trade, the fans who love A.I. can't get mad at management for accommodating him. Perhaps this dynamic will prevent some of that subgroup from voting with their feet.
This whole episode has been long overdue. Perhaps next the 76ers will consider jettisoning their thus-far Teflon GM Billy King, who has failed to make many good moves since arriving in town with Larry Brown over 6 years ago. Clearing out A.I. will help the team start over again, and while there may be many losses in the short term, a team with A.I. wasn't going to contend beyond a first-round playoff appearance anyway. Some A.I. partisans will claim that the 76ers failed A.I. by not getting another great player to play with him (the same argument that Knicks fans made about Patrick Ewing, who did make his teammates better), but A.I. really never proved that he could share the ball or the limelight with another teammate whose talents approached his. In any event, trading A.I. will let the 76ers develop promising youngsters Willie Green, Andre Iguodala and Rodney Carney.
This will be huge news in Philadelphia. My guess is that some teams who are pressed to improve their gate will express interest in A.I. and will take him so long as they don't have to give up too much in return. The 76ers shouldn't be too greedy here, they should view this as addition by subtraction and try to rebuild their franchise by getting players who not only play very hard, but play smart and enable their teammates. I failed to see the joy in a player who could score 30 points a game by shooting 9-24 on a nightly basis (okay, perhaps 42%). Yes, he's a talent, but the 76ers haven't fared well with him as their leading player in years.
It will be interesting to see where he goes. Boston was interested in him in the off-season, proving that perhaps this once feared rival is about as well-managed now as the 76ers are. If 76ers fans are tired of Billy King, Celtics fans have to be frustrated with GM Danny Ainge.
Stay tuned on this drama. It broke today, and it will be interesting to see what trades can be worked out and where A.I. goes.
76ers' fans shouldn't be too sad. This could be a big opportunity for the hometown team.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
My First View of Princeton Men's Basketball
I watched the last 10 1/2 minutes of the Princeton-Lafayette game last night, thanks to the fact that may cable TV carrier picks up the Lehigh Valley station. (If you want more in-depth coverage of Princeton, go to the Princeton Basketball blog that I've linked to, and if you want more on the Ivies, please go to Basketball U -- those guys cover Princeton and the Ivies very well). (And, sorry, readers, but reading to the kids at bedtime and spending time with them after work renders me unable to watch the game from the beginning, at least for now).
Here are some thoughts:
1. The Tigers are not big, and they are not athletic. They're good enough for a top 3 finish in the Ivies (probably behind Penn and ahead of one of Columbia or Yale), where being super-quick or very tall doesn't matter as much. In the action that I saw, they didn't look as fluid on offense as past Tiger championship teams or past Joe Scott Air Force teams. Still, the season is young, and Coach Scott is tinkering with his lineups.
2. The frosh point guard, Marcus Schroeder, is impressive as a floor general and more impressive as a defender. He's going to be a solid fixture at the guard spot for four years.
3. The Tigers faded down the stretch, as they were up 9 with about 5 to go and then held on to win, 44-42. They did not shoot foul shots well down the stretch, and they had some lapses in taking care of the ball.
4. I counted that Coach Scott played 8 players during the last 10 minutes -- frontcourt players Michael Strittmatter, Justin Conway, Kyle Koncz and Luke Owings, and guards Schroeder, Lincoln Gunn (a frosh shooting guard from the same HS as Schroeder), Edwin Buffmire and Matt Sargeant. Apparently, Owings and Koncz shot the three well last night, but during the last 10 minutes the Tigers' offense wasn't that impressive.
5. Okay, so I'm sounding a bit like one-time coach Pete Carril, in that I'm pointing out flaws as opposed to causes for optimism. Fair enough. The team is 4-1, and winning should beget winning (as I'm not a believer in the concept of "good" losses). The freshmen guards have a big upside, and the forwards have played together for a while. The defensive intensity was there.
Also. . .
Read The Daily Pennsylvanian for good coverage of the Penn Quakers. I found today's edition to be very balanced. A senior columnist, while generally praiseworthy of the team, commented that senior Ibby Jaaber's penchant for going for steals has backfired with a greater frequency than he would like, enabling the other team to score easy baskets. Yet another commentator sizes up the Ivies. While that commentator predicts a Penn title, she also suggests that Penn could lose a few games this year -- one to Princeton and one to Columbia.
This should be Penn's year, as they return the troika of gifted seniors, Steve Danley, Mark Zoller and Ibby Jaaber, who is the returning Ivy Player of the Year. Zoller was a first-team all-Ivy selection last season and has one of the best hoops IQs I've seen in the Ivies in a while. Danley has improved every year. Complementing that trio are junior Brian Grandieri, a one-time swingman who is playing great basketball at the point, and sophomore swingman Tommy McMahon, who came out of HS in California two years ago reputed to be a great shooter. The competition for minutes from the bench is fierce, and Coach Glenn Miller is tinkering a bit with substitutions the way Fran Dunphy liked to before Coach Dunphy settled on the eight or nine guys he'd use in his rotation. Watch out for frosh Darren Smith, a talented guard from the Peddie School in central New Jersey, among others.
Here are some thoughts:
1. The Tigers are not big, and they are not athletic. They're good enough for a top 3 finish in the Ivies (probably behind Penn and ahead of one of Columbia or Yale), where being super-quick or very tall doesn't matter as much. In the action that I saw, they didn't look as fluid on offense as past Tiger championship teams or past Joe Scott Air Force teams. Still, the season is young, and Coach Scott is tinkering with his lineups.
2. The frosh point guard, Marcus Schroeder, is impressive as a floor general and more impressive as a defender. He's going to be a solid fixture at the guard spot for four years.
3. The Tigers faded down the stretch, as they were up 9 with about 5 to go and then held on to win, 44-42. They did not shoot foul shots well down the stretch, and they had some lapses in taking care of the ball.
4. I counted that Coach Scott played 8 players during the last 10 minutes -- frontcourt players Michael Strittmatter, Justin Conway, Kyle Koncz and Luke Owings, and guards Schroeder, Lincoln Gunn (a frosh shooting guard from the same HS as Schroeder), Edwin Buffmire and Matt Sargeant. Apparently, Owings and Koncz shot the three well last night, but during the last 10 minutes the Tigers' offense wasn't that impressive.
5. Okay, so I'm sounding a bit like one-time coach Pete Carril, in that I'm pointing out flaws as opposed to causes for optimism. Fair enough. The team is 4-1, and winning should beget winning (as I'm not a believer in the concept of "good" losses). The freshmen guards have a big upside, and the forwards have played together for a while. The defensive intensity was there.
Also. . .
Read The Daily Pennsylvanian for good coverage of the Penn Quakers. I found today's edition to be very balanced. A senior columnist, while generally praiseworthy of the team, commented that senior Ibby Jaaber's penchant for going for steals has backfired with a greater frequency than he would like, enabling the other team to score easy baskets. Yet another commentator sizes up the Ivies. While that commentator predicts a Penn title, she also suggests that Penn could lose a few games this year -- one to Princeton and one to Columbia.
This should be Penn's year, as they return the troika of gifted seniors, Steve Danley, Mark Zoller and Ibby Jaaber, who is the returning Ivy Player of the Year. Zoller was a first-team all-Ivy selection last season and has one of the best hoops IQs I've seen in the Ivies in a while. Danley has improved every year. Complementing that trio are junior Brian Grandieri, a one-time swingman who is playing great basketball at the point, and sophomore swingman Tommy McMahon, who came out of HS in California two years ago reputed to be a great shooter. The competition for minutes from the bench is fierce, and Coach Glenn Miller is tinkering a bit with substitutions the way Fran Dunphy liked to before Coach Dunphy settled on the eight or nine guys he'd use in his rotation. Watch out for frosh Darren Smith, a talented guard from the Peddie School in central New Jersey, among others.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Big Decisions in Philadelphia
Have the Eagles fallen that far that fast? Is their predicament as bad as that of the Giants, or worse? It's an interesting question, but not one that compels answering because both teams look to be also-rans.
In the Giants' case, it's a question of not-so-great development of a young quarterback, injuries to key players on both sides of the ball, and bad chemistry.
In the Eagles' case, it's a question of other teams' having figured out the Eagles' once-heralded defensive schemes, a blind spot among the GM/Coach about linebackers, and an equivalent blind spot about the running game. The blind spots, by the way, are not new and are festering sores with the faithful. While the faithful get blasted by sportswriters who apparently know better, even the former players and coaches turned pundits have questioned the Eagles' strategy. Just the other day, John Madden said that the Eagles need a big back. Most Eagles' fans have been saying the same thing for years. Perhaps the comment now is valid because a Hall of Famer like Madden just echoed it.
The Giants' mess could get straightened out if certain players return on defense (the defensive ends, LB Brandon Short and DB Sam Madison), although Eli Manning looks like Dan Quayle when he debated Lloyd Bentsen and Plaxico Burress looks like he's become CEO of the high-maintenance squad (whose members include guys named Owens and Moss). Plus, RB Tiki Barber has vented publicly about the team's problems. Can a week fix all of that? I doubt it. Can the Giants save their season and make the playoffs? Perhaps.
The Eagles, in all likelihood, cannot save their season or make the playoffs. Their QB has had his third season-ending injury in the past 5 years, their defense has not played well, and, from all appearances, their OTs were too old before the season started. The smoothness and oomph that they had when they went to the Super Bowl is gone. Does clubhouse leadership mean that much? Do they really miss guys like Hank Fraley, Hugh Douglas and Troy Vincent?
Or has Andy Reid failed to adapt in a league where, if you don't, the opposition will figure you out and barbecue you? Has it been a mistake to continue to let him head up the GM position while coaching, as most coaches in that role have failed? Who holds Reid accountable for his miscues and so-so drafts? Are Jeffrey Lurie and Joe Banner knowledgeable enough about football to do so? Probably not.
I like Lurie, Banner and Reid and think that they've done a great job. But now they're faced with having two losing seasons in a row and are struggling to find the right mix to get back to the playoffs. They have serious questions at many positions, as follows:
1. Will they draft a QB next year to groom at McNabb's successor? McNabb is a bit young to think of in this light (he just turned 30), but his history of injuries has to be a concern.
2. If McNabb misses '07 (as ESPN.com suggests he might), who will QB the Eagles next year? Jeff Garcia? A.J. Feeley? Can they return to the playoffs with those quarterbacks?
3. Will the Eagles start to play other offensive linemen? Jon Runyan and William Thomas might well be at the end of the line, and it might be time to take high draft picks Max-Jean Gilles and Winston Justice off the inactive list and throw them into action?
4. How will the team solve its issues at linebacker and at "big" running back? Will they ever while Andy Reid is the coach? Clearly, they don't think linebackers are as important in their schemes as the other positions, but it hasn't been as though the defensive line, with all of its supposed depth, has gotten a great push off the ball collectively after Game 5 or that the secondary has covered particularly well. The defense used to have a swagger; now they're getting pushed around.
5. And there's Reid himself. Should he still call most of the plays? Should he remain as both GM and coach? Should he be fired altogether? There are varying opinions out there on all of these questions. What if Jon Gruden and Bill Cowher, who have won Super Bowls, become available? Would you be tempted to let Reid go? My guess is that the Eagles won't because his contract runs through 2010, or until his youngest child graduates from high school. Given the Eagles' high debt service, it will be interesting to see whether Jeffrey Lurie would want to eat four years on a contract to replace Reid. The bet here is that Reid gets at least one more year to turn things around.
The whole thing is a bit of a shame, for many reasons. First, Eagles' fans do like McNabb. Perhaps they don't gravitate to him the way Broncos' fans flocked to John Elway, who played years before he won a Super Bowl. He is a great football player, although for some reason he doesn't draw the love that Phillies 1B Ryan Howard does, and Howard is now the most beloved athlete in Philadelphia. Second, most fans like Reid, holes in his strategy and all. Okay, so he's not a jokester or a taskmaster, doesn't have Super Bowl rings or a famously jutting jaw, but he's good people and has done a good job. They're frustrated is all, and they might think that Coach Andy has taken the team as far as he can. Third, most of the fans like the players -- they like David Akers, they like Jeremiah Trotter, Sheldon Brown, Lito Sheppard, Jon Runyan, Brian Westbrook, Reggie Brown. They want them to win, as the players look like they give a good effort.
Still, big decisions remain, and it appears that the Eagles' record -- this year and next -- will get worse before it gets better. Fortunately, this is the NFL we're talking about, where parity is the watchword and where one year's disappointment becomes the following year's Super Bowl contender.
Jeffrey Lurie and Joe Banner get great praise for managing the salary cap. But that praise only qualifies them as managers, and not necessarily as visionary leaders with a plan to not only manage the cap well and make the playoffs, but to win the whole thing. Yes, they've come close, and I'll give them an A- for their management skills since they've run the Eagles. But they have to get past just tight cap management and look at strategy and the game's evolution, and then sit down with Andy Reid this off-season and have some serious conversations about how to fix things.
In the Giants' case, it's a question of not-so-great development of a young quarterback, injuries to key players on both sides of the ball, and bad chemistry.
In the Eagles' case, it's a question of other teams' having figured out the Eagles' once-heralded defensive schemes, a blind spot among the GM/Coach about linebackers, and an equivalent blind spot about the running game. The blind spots, by the way, are not new and are festering sores with the faithful. While the faithful get blasted by sportswriters who apparently know better, even the former players and coaches turned pundits have questioned the Eagles' strategy. Just the other day, John Madden said that the Eagles need a big back. Most Eagles' fans have been saying the same thing for years. Perhaps the comment now is valid because a Hall of Famer like Madden just echoed it.
The Giants' mess could get straightened out if certain players return on defense (the defensive ends, LB Brandon Short and DB Sam Madison), although Eli Manning looks like Dan Quayle when he debated Lloyd Bentsen and Plaxico Burress looks like he's become CEO of the high-maintenance squad (whose members include guys named Owens and Moss). Plus, RB Tiki Barber has vented publicly about the team's problems. Can a week fix all of that? I doubt it. Can the Giants save their season and make the playoffs? Perhaps.
The Eagles, in all likelihood, cannot save their season or make the playoffs. Their QB has had his third season-ending injury in the past 5 years, their defense has not played well, and, from all appearances, their OTs were too old before the season started. The smoothness and oomph that they had when they went to the Super Bowl is gone. Does clubhouse leadership mean that much? Do they really miss guys like Hank Fraley, Hugh Douglas and Troy Vincent?
Or has Andy Reid failed to adapt in a league where, if you don't, the opposition will figure you out and barbecue you? Has it been a mistake to continue to let him head up the GM position while coaching, as most coaches in that role have failed? Who holds Reid accountable for his miscues and so-so drafts? Are Jeffrey Lurie and Joe Banner knowledgeable enough about football to do so? Probably not.
I like Lurie, Banner and Reid and think that they've done a great job. But now they're faced with having two losing seasons in a row and are struggling to find the right mix to get back to the playoffs. They have serious questions at many positions, as follows:
1. Will they draft a QB next year to groom at McNabb's successor? McNabb is a bit young to think of in this light (he just turned 30), but his history of injuries has to be a concern.
2. If McNabb misses '07 (as ESPN.com suggests he might), who will QB the Eagles next year? Jeff Garcia? A.J. Feeley? Can they return to the playoffs with those quarterbacks?
3. Will the Eagles start to play other offensive linemen? Jon Runyan and William Thomas might well be at the end of the line, and it might be time to take high draft picks Max-Jean Gilles and Winston Justice off the inactive list and throw them into action?
4. How will the team solve its issues at linebacker and at "big" running back? Will they ever while Andy Reid is the coach? Clearly, they don't think linebackers are as important in their schemes as the other positions, but it hasn't been as though the defensive line, with all of its supposed depth, has gotten a great push off the ball collectively after Game 5 or that the secondary has covered particularly well. The defense used to have a swagger; now they're getting pushed around.
5. And there's Reid himself. Should he still call most of the plays? Should he remain as both GM and coach? Should he be fired altogether? There are varying opinions out there on all of these questions. What if Jon Gruden and Bill Cowher, who have won Super Bowls, become available? Would you be tempted to let Reid go? My guess is that the Eagles won't because his contract runs through 2010, or until his youngest child graduates from high school. Given the Eagles' high debt service, it will be interesting to see whether Jeffrey Lurie would want to eat four years on a contract to replace Reid. The bet here is that Reid gets at least one more year to turn things around.
The whole thing is a bit of a shame, for many reasons. First, Eagles' fans do like McNabb. Perhaps they don't gravitate to him the way Broncos' fans flocked to John Elway, who played years before he won a Super Bowl. He is a great football player, although for some reason he doesn't draw the love that Phillies 1B Ryan Howard does, and Howard is now the most beloved athlete in Philadelphia. Second, most fans like Reid, holes in his strategy and all. Okay, so he's not a jokester or a taskmaster, doesn't have Super Bowl rings or a famously jutting jaw, but he's good people and has done a good job. They're frustrated is all, and they might think that Coach Andy has taken the team as far as he can. Third, most of the fans like the players -- they like David Akers, they like Jeremiah Trotter, Sheldon Brown, Lito Sheppard, Jon Runyan, Brian Westbrook, Reggie Brown. They want them to win, as the players look like they give a good effort.
Still, big decisions remain, and it appears that the Eagles' record -- this year and next -- will get worse before it gets better. Fortunately, this is the NFL we're talking about, where parity is the watchword and where one year's disappointment becomes the following year's Super Bowl contender.
Jeffrey Lurie and Joe Banner get great praise for managing the salary cap. But that praise only qualifies them as managers, and not necessarily as visionary leaders with a plan to not only manage the cap well and make the playoffs, but to win the whole thing. Yes, they've come close, and I'll give them an A- for their management skills since they've run the Eagles. But they have to get past just tight cap management and look at strategy and the game's evolution, and then sit down with Andy Reid this off-season and have some serious conversations about how to fix things.
On Mark McGwire
To vote him into the Hall of Fame or not to vote him into the Hall of Fame, that is the question.
Much has been said and written on the topic. Remember, he broke Roger Maris's record. Remember, it was he and Sammy Sosa whose dramatic home run chase helped "revive" people's faith in baseball after the players' strike in 1994 caused the cancellation of the World Series. People gravitated back to the game to watch these titans do their thing. Or so it was written.
Little did everyone know at the time that these were ersatz Titans, puffed up like the Santa Clauses that now populate lawns of McMansions this time of year. (Of course, "know" and "suspect" are different verbs, and the mainstream sports media, at least those who are defending their votes for Big Mac, are pointing out that to date "nothing has been proven").
The mainstream sports media (MSSM) is squirming now. Take, for example, the respected Buster Olney of ESPN. I heard Olney on ESPN radio (it was either this morning or yesterday) regarding McGwire, and, quite frankly, I was disappointed in what I heard. Several months ago he co-hosted the "Mike & Mike in the Morning Program" and talked about his competitiveness as a sportswriter and how he always wanted to be the one guy who broke a story. That's how he measured himself, and he didn't like to miss out on anything. He told a few anecdotes, but the point was clear -- he wanted to be the guy.
Which makes his comments of this week puzzling to say the least and a devastating self-indictment (unintended, of course) at worst. I don't recall how Olney said he would vote, but in putting the vote in perspective he said that the problem was that McGwire wasn't the only guy who is suspect of using and that there were many baseball players using performance enhancing drugs. So, what is a sportswriter/Hall of Fame voter to do?
Huh? If Olney actually believes that there were many players using performance enhancing drugs, including pitchers (he also offered that nothing has been proven yet), then where was the ever-competitive Olney when the players ballooned in size and stamina? Or was he only grading himself on whether he scooped the opposition as to what trade the front office was contemplating? You only have to look at a highlight film from 15 years ago and compare it with one of say three years ago to get a sense as to how much bigger the average baseball player grew. Players were skinny then; today they are much thicker. I know, I'm asking for too much, as baseball players and owners and the baseball media (save Hal Bodley of USA Today) owe everyone an apology for this entire chapter in the history of such a wonderful game, the game we take our fathers and kids to at the same time, th game where you can have a conversation and follow the action at the same time, in good weather, eating hot dogs and Cracker Jacks. But Olney and the others missed the story then, so why should we give them that much credence now? (In fairness, my guess is that the responsible and well-respected writes, and I include Olney among them, would privately state that the whole predicament is a mess and that they're embarrassed -- at least to some degree -- by their coverage.)
So, if the sportswriters are facing a tough predicament, they made their own bed to a degree and now have to live with the consequences. Some of McGwire's facts are good, others are not. The home run numbers are impressive and he's won a championship. The number of hits he accumulated in a 15-year career is much less appealing. Did he change the conversation about the game? Absolutely, if twice. Once when he grabbed the headlines in his quests to break Maris's record; the other when he told Congress that he preferred not to talk about the past. He gave us great moments and deflated them years after the fact.
A friend pitched in the minors many years ago, in the early 1980's. I had seen McGwire play in college for USC around that time, a tall and lean third baseman who had home run power. My friend actually pitched against the '84 U.S. Olympic Team, of which McGwire was a member. I asked him what he thought of the pro prospects of that group, and I asked him specifically about McGwire, whom I had seen hit a prodigious home run.
"Tall, skinny kid, loopy swing. Has to get stronger and shorten his swing to make it in the big leagues. Not sure he's a third baseman, either."
My friend is not a baseball savant the way scouts are, but he struck Big Mac out a few times in that game by taking advantage of the holes in his swing. My friend didn't make the majors; he hurt his arm as many pitchers do and had trouble combing his hair for several months in 1985. But his point is well-taken, and it's somewhat ominous.
Does Mark McGwire belong in the Hall of Fame?
Is denying him first-round status punishment enough?
Or, should voters take the approach that Jerry Crasnick of ESPN.com (who was quoted in this past Sunday's Philadelphia Inquirer), which is that he'll wait on voting for McGwire for a while because he needs to how the whole steroids affair plays out, for once a player is in the Hall of Fame, you can't retro the bid and kick him out. My guess is that this is the approach many voters will take.
I don't want to diminish the predicament the writers are in. It's terrible. Do you keep out an entire generation of players? The Hall, as one writer observed, isn't church, and not everyone who is in it was a saint. There are also many Giants and Cardinals in the Hall from the '20's and '30's who got in mainly because Giants and Cardinals populated the Veterans Committee in subsequent decades and got some good but not great former teammates into the Hall. So it's not like the voters haven't made mistakes before, either.
And if you ban McGwire, what do you do about Sammy Sosa? Rafael Palmeiro? Barry Bonds?
To name a few.
It's a shame, really, for Tony Gwynn and Cal Ripken, who are two sureshot first-ballot Hall of Famers, the former for his awesome hitting and the latter for being an excellent shortstop and breaking what many thought was an unbreakable record, Lou Gehrig's streak of playing in consecutive games. The Hall of Fame ballotting should be celebrating their careers; instead, their names are mentioned as an afterthought, and Mark McGwire gets most of the attention.
Isn't this just awful?
If I had a vote I would wait too. It's too early to vote McGwire in, and there are plenty of years in which he'll be eligible, assuming that 5% of the voters mark his name on their ballots (and I think that they will). I don't know, however, what I'd be waiting for, except the results of more investigations or confessions about what players did or didn't do.
And then what?
Suppose it's thirteen years from now? Do I have some college professor run numbers for me on the skewing of stats during the Spitball Era, the Dead Ball Era, the Live Ball Era (where once the Phillies led the league in hitting at .315 and finished in last place), search for statistical significance, label the Era the "Performance Enhancing Drugs" Era, tweak my nose and vote them all in?
WWJLD?
What would Judge Landis do? (Not that he was perfect).
Are we too quickly forgiving of transgressions today? Are we too lax on standards? When is the time to take a stand?
Or have we? Have McGwire, Bonds, Sosa and Palmeiro become pariahs at whom we'll never look the same again? Has that fate been punishment enough?
Many of us have wondered, when someone gets in on the 13th ballot as opposed to the first, what the player did to improve during the twelve years he was further removed from the game to get in. That argument, of course, goes against waiting. That argument would cause you to conclude that a "no" vote now is a "no" vote forever. Is that the right thing to do?
After all, Mark McGwire's numbers won't change. Nor will his ill-fated testimony before Congress last year. Which, then, of our perceptions should prevail?
I still think that waiting, for now, is the best policy. I don't have the best reason, and, in the end, that waiting could turn into a permanent no vote. But withholding the "yes" vote for now is a prudent course of action.
In the meantime, let's give the "Huzzahs" to Tony Gwynn and Cal Ripken, Jr. They deserve it.
Much has been said and written on the topic. Remember, he broke Roger Maris's record. Remember, it was he and Sammy Sosa whose dramatic home run chase helped "revive" people's faith in baseball after the players' strike in 1994 caused the cancellation of the World Series. People gravitated back to the game to watch these titans do their thing. Or so it was written.
Little did everyone know at the time that these were ersatz Titans, puffed up like the Santa Clauses that now populate lawns of McMansions this time of year. (Of course, "know" and "suspect" are different verbs, and the mainstream sports media, at least those who are defending their votes for Big Mac, are pointing out that to date "nothing has been proven").
The mainstream sports media (MSSM) is squirming now. Take, for example, the respected Buster Olney of ESPN. I heard Olney on ESPN radio (it was either this morning or yesterday) regarding McGwire, and, quite frankly, I was disappointed in what I heard. Several months ago he co-hosted the "Mike & Mike in the Morning Program" and talked about his competitiveness as a sportswriter and how he always wanted to be the one guy who broke a story. That's how he measured himself, and he didn't like to miss out on anything. He told a few anecdotes, but the point was clear -- he wanted to be the guy.
Which makes his comments of this week puzzling to say the least and a devastating self-indictment (unintended, of course) at worst. I don't recall how Olney said he would vote, but in putting the vote in perspective he said that the problem was that McGwire wasn't the only guy who is suspect of using and that there were many baseball players using performance enhancing drugs. So, what is a sportswriter/Hall of Fame voter to do?
Huh? If Olney actually believes that there were many players using performance enhancing drugs, including pitchers (he also offered that nothing has been proven yet), then where was the ever-competitive Olney when the players ballooned in size and stamina? Or was he only grading himself on whether he scooped the opposition as to what trade the front office was contemplating? You only have to look at a highlight film from 15 years ago and compare it with one of say three years ago to get a sense as to how much bigger the average baseball player grew. Players were skinny then; today they are much thicker. I know, I'm asking for too much, as baseball players and owners and the baseball media (save Hal Bodley of USA Today) owe everyone an apology for this entire chapter in the history of such a wonderful game, the game we take our fathers and kids to at the same time, th game where you can have a conversation and follow the action at the same time, in good weather, eating hot dogs and Cracker Jacks. But Olney and the others missed the story then, so why should we give them that much credence now? (In fairness, my guess is that the responsible and well-respected writes, and I include Olney among them, would privately state that the whole predicament is a mess and that they're embarrassed -- at least to some degree -- by their coverage.)
So, if the sportswriters are facing a tough predicament, they made their own bed to a degree and now have to live with the consequences. Some of McGwire's facts are good, others are not. The home run numbers are impressive and he's won a championship. The number of hits he accumulated in a 15-year career is much less appealing. Did he change the conversation about the game? Absolutely, if twice. Once when he grabbed the headlines in his quests to break Maris's record; the other when he told Congress that he preferred not to talk about the past. He gave us great moments and deflated them years after the fact.
A friend pitched in the minors many years ago, in the early 1980's. I had seen McGwire play in college for USC around that time, a tall and lean third baseman who had home run power. My friend actually pitched against the '84 U.S. Olympic Team, of which McGwire was a member. I asked him what he thought of the pro prospects of that group, and I asked him specifically about McGwire, whom I had seen hit a prodigious home run.
"Tall, skinny kid, loopy swing. Has to get stronger and shorten his swing to make it in the big leagues. Not sure he's a third baseman, either."
My friend is not a baseball savant the way scouts are, but he struck Big Mac out a few times in that game by taking advantage of the holes in his swing. My friend didn't make the majors; he hurt his arm as many pitchers do and had trouble combing his hair for several months in 1985. But his point is well-taken, and it's somewhat ominous.
Does Mark McGwire belong in the Hall of Fame?
Is denying him first-round status punishment enough?
Or, should voters take the approach that Jerry Crasnick of ESPN.com (who was quoted in this past Sunday's Philadelphia Inquirer), which is that he'll wait on voting for McGwire for a while because he needs to how the whole steroids affair plays out, for once a player is in the Hall of Fame, you can't retro the bid and kick him out. My guess is that this is the approach many voters will take.
I don't want to diminish the predicament the writers are in. It's terrible. Do you keep out an entire generation of players? The Hall, as one writer observed, isn't church, and not everyone who is in it was a saint. There are also many Giants and Cardinals in the Hall from the '20's and '30's who got in mainly because Giants and Cardinals populated the Veterans Committee in subsequent decades and got some good but not great former teammates into the Hall. So it's not like the voters haven't made mistakes before, either.
And if you ban McGwire, what do you do about Sammy Sosa? Rafael Palmeiro? Barry Bonds?
To name a few.
It's a shame, really, for Tony Gwynn and Cal Ripken, who are two sureshot first-ballot Hall of Famers, the former for his awesome hitting and the latter for being an excellent shortstop and breaking what many thought was an unbreakable record, Lou Gehrig's streak of playing in consecutive games. The Hall of Fame ballotting should be celebrating their careers; instead, their names are mentioned as an afterthought, and Mark McGwire gets most of the attention.
Isn't this just awful?
If I had a vote I would wait too. It's too early to vote McGwire in, and there are plenty of years in which he'll be eligible, assuming that 5% of the voters mark his name on their ballots (and I think that they will). I don't know, however, what I'd be waiting for, except the results of more investigations or confessions about what players did or didn't do.
And then what?
Suppose it's thirteen years from now? Do I have some college professor run numbers for me on the skewing of stats during the Spitball Era, the Dead Ball Era, the Live Ball Era (where once the Phillies led the league in hitting at .315 and finished in last place), search for statistical significance, label the Era the "Performance Enhancing Drugs" Era, tweak my nose and vote them all in?
WWJLD?
What would Judge Landis do? (Not that he was perfect).
Are we too quickly forgiving of transgressions today? Are we too lax on standards? When is the time to take a stand?
Or have we? Have McGwire, Bonds, Sosa and Palmeiro become pariahs at whom we'll never look the same again? Has that fate been punishment enough?
Many of us have wondered, when someone gets in on the 13th ballot as opposed to the first, what the player did to improve during the twelve years he was further removed from the game to get in. That argument, of course, goes against waiting. That argument would cause you to conclude that a "no" vote now is a "no" vote forever. Is that the right thing to do?
After all, Mark McGwire's numbers won't change. Nor will his ill-fated testimony before Congress last year. Which, then, of our perceptions should prevail?
I still think that waiting, for now, is the best policy. I don't have the best reason, and, in the end, that waiting could turn into a permanent no vote. But withholding the "yes" vote for now is a prudent course of action.
In the meantime, let's give the "Huzzahs" to Tony Gwynn and Cal Ripken, Jr. They deserve it.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Sweet Home Alabama!
Not.
Since Bear Bryant retired 24 years ago, the Crimson Tide have given seven men the opportunity to coach the school's beloved football team. Sounds like the succession plan that UCLA tried for John Wooden (where the best of the would-be successors, Denny Crum, bolted Westwood for Louisville and won two national titles of his own). Many tried, but none succeeded.
But lest I digress. . .
Alabama fired Mike Shula today, and the articles that I read made it seem like it was death by 1,000 cuts. The AD praised the now-former coach in many ways, but not in all ways. He was the only Tide coach to lose to Auburn for four straight years, and, well, that was enough for the faithful.
So now Alabama is on the market for a new coach. I am sure that rumors are abounding. I, for one, would recommend Rutgers' Greg Schiano. I know, Coach Schiano has publicly stated that he loves Rutgers, but he has not publicly stated that he would not leave. And, yes, he was the defensive coordinator at Miami and has been linked to that job, but why would anyone want to walk into that hornets' nest, read: clean it up bigtime but you had better win a national title and quickly, too? Alabama is a storied program and one without the warts that Miami currently has. Schiano may be available for this position.
But amidst all of this the one thing I would preach is patience, which is sorely lacking these days in major college revenue sports. The reasons are pretty apparent. First, these sports fund the rest of the athletic budget. Have a slump and the entire department could suffer. Two, they're a certain tonic for alumni, state residents and students alike, perhaps too much so. I don't know about you, but I don't get too down when the home team loses (okay, so I live in suburban Philadelphia, and we've significantly lowered our expectations over the years because we've endured a long championship drought and college football just isn't that big). Perhaps if the students had a little more to do -- like study harder -- and the alumni weren't so involved, things would be different. Third, the teams are inextricably linked to the school's brand name, even if I still would like to see evidence that successful teams add to the school's annual giving and planned giving coffers, increase the number of kids who apply to the school and help the school get a higher quality of applicant. It seems to me like this approach is akin to buying mutual funds by selecting the ones that were on the top ten lists last year, but that's just me. There are other reasons which escape me this late at night, when I'm a bit frustrated because the stuff I want to get the kids for the holidays that came well hyped in the mlb.com catalog isn't available over the internet.
You have to remember one of the greatest examples in patience, both by the coach and the school. In the late 1940's, the hoops coach at Purdue was looking for a new job. The University of Minnesota had him all but signed up, but they delayed inexplicably, and a nice athletic director at a state university in California pursued the Purdue coach and offered him the men's hoops job. It wasn't that prestigious a job, there wasn't much tradition, the basketball court was an embarrassment, in an old building, and the coach sometimes had to sweep the floor, but the Purdue coach took it. Gradually he worked toward building a better program, and it wasn't until 1965 -- 15 years after this coach got to this California school, that the coach won his first national championship, when he was something like 54 years old. The coach? John Wooden. The school: UCLA. And we all know that Mr. Wooden won a bunch of titles after that.
In today's market, few coaches last that long, especially at schools like Alabama, with their heralded football traditions. There could be an engaging, inspiring 35 year-old coordinator out there who would be deserving of the job, but who might not get it because he doesn't have a high enough profile. That would be a shame -- for the school and for him. But the thing of it is that you have to win pretty quickly or else you'll lose your job. In Alabama's case in the post-Bryant era, you have to win in 3 years or else.
So perhaps the predicament is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You don't win because you hire the wrong guys, because you're not patient, or because the coaches feel so much pressure since the administration has such a quick hook that they don't build for the long term. How much of a program can you build in 2 years? Perhaps that means you're not planting proper seeds with high school coaches, or you're not taking the right kids, looking for quick fixes instead of the types of kids that win you titles. I'm just speculating, but given the coaching merry-go-round, how many kids would want to cast their lot with Alabama? How can they be confident that the head coach who recruits them won't get fired in three years, even if he has a five-year evergreen contract (so that coaches can tell recruits that they'll be there in five years)?
They can't be confident, is what, and then you hear the rumors in the recruiting ranks, "well, son, sometimes when a new coach comes in and you're an upperclassman it can be bad news. If the team was losing, the new coach might want to weed out the guys who didn't win. He might bring in a bunch of his own recruits, might not renew scholarships, might want a total re-do. Face it, the seniors could get buried." Eighteen year-old star athletes want to live in a world where fairy tales exist and they'll make the key blocks or catch the important passes, where they escort the homecoming queen during a fun-filled senior year. They don't want to have to worry about coaches getting fired when they're juniors.
So the choice is Alabama's. Who will they hire and how patient will they be? They have to hire a guy with the right motor and tough enough to stand up to the rigors of the SEC. But they also have to give him a chance to build the program the right way.
How patient they are will dictate how successful they become.
Since Bear Bryant retired 24 years ago, the Crimson Tide have given seven men the opportunity to coach the school's beloved football team. Sounds like the succession plan that UCLA tried for John Wooden (where the best of the would-be successors, Denny Crum, bolted Westwood for Louisville and won two national titles of his own). Many tried, but none succeeded.
But lest I digress. . .
Alabama fired Mike Shula today, and the articles that I read made it seem like it was death by 1,000 cuts. The AD praised the now-former coach in many ways, but not in all ways. He was the only Tide coach to lose to Auburn for four straight years, and, well, that was enough for the faithful.
So now Alabama is on the market for a new coach. I am sure that rumors are abounding. I, for one, would recommend Rutgers' Greg Schiano. I know, Coach Schiano has publicly stated that he loves Rutgers, but he has not publicly stated that he would not leave. And, yes, he was the defensive coordinator at Miami and has been linked to that job, but why would anyone want to walk into that hornets' nest, read: clean it up bigtime but you had better win a national title and quickly, too? Alabama is a storied program and one without the warts that Miami currently has. Schiano may be available for this position.
But amidst all of this the one thing I would preach is patience, which is sorely lacking these days in major college revenue sports. The reasons are pretty apparent. First, these sports fund the rest of the athletic budget. Have a slump and the entire department could suffer. Two, they're a certain tonic for alumni, state residents and students alike, perhaps too much so. I don't know about you, but I don't get too down when the home team loses (okay, so I live in suburban Philadelphia, and we've significantly lowered our expectations over the years because we've endured a long championship drought and college football just isn't that big). Perhaps if the students had a little more to do -- like study harder -- and the alumni weren't so involved, things would be different. Third, the teams are inextricably linked to the school's brand name, even if I still would like to see evidence that successful teams add to the school's annual giving and planned giving coffers, increase the number of kids who apply to the school and help the school get a higher quality of applicant. It seems to me like this approach is akin to buying mutual funds by selecting the ones that were on the top ten lists last year, but that's just me. There are other reasons which escape me this late at night, when I'm a bit frustrated because the stuff I want to get the kids for the holidays that came well hyped in the mlb.com catalog isn't available over the internet.
You have to remember one of the greatest examples in patience, both by the coach and the school. In the late 1940's, the hoops coach at Purdue was looking for a new job. The University of Minnesota had him all but signed up, but they delayed inexplicably, and a nice athletic director at a state university in California pursued the Purdue coach and offered him the men's hoops job. It wasn't that prestigious a job, there wasn't much tradition, the basketball court was an embarrassment, in an old building, and the coach sometimes had to sweep the floor, but the Purdue coach took it. Gradually he worked toward building a better program, and it wasn't until 1965 -- 15 years after this coach got to this California school, that the coach won his first national championship, when he was something like 54 years old. The coach? John Wooden. The school: UCLA. And we all know that Mr. Wooden won a bunch of titles after that.
In today's market, few coaches last that long, especially at schools like Alabama, with their heralded football traditions. There could be an engaging, inspiring 35 year-old coordinator out there who would be deserving of the job, but who might not get it because he doesn't have a high enough profile. That would be a shame -- for the school and for him. But the thing of it is that you have to win pretty quickly or else you'll lose your job. In Alabama's case in the post-Bryant era, you have to win in 3 years or else.
So perhaps the predicament is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You don't win because you hire the wrong guys, because you're not patient, or because the coaches feel so much pressure since the administration has such a quick hook that they don't build for the long term. How much of a program can you build in 2 years? Perhaps that means you're not planting proper seeds with high school coaches, or you're not taking the right kids, looking for quick fixes instead of the types of kids that win you titles. I'm just speculating, but given the coaching merry-go-round, how many kids would want to cast their lot with Alabama? How can they be confident that the head coach who recruits them won't get fired in three years, even if he has a five-year evergreen contract (so that coaches can tell recruits that they'll be there in five years)?
They can't be confident, is what, and then you hear the rumors in the recruiting ranks, "well, son, sometimes when a new coach comes in and you're an upperclassman it can be bad news. If the team was losing, the new coach might want to weed out the guys who didn't win. He might bring in a bunch of his own recruits, might not renew scholarships, might want a total re-do. Face it, the seniors could get buried." Eighteen year-old star athletes want to live in a world where fairy tales exist and they'll make the key blocks or catch the important passes, where they escort the homecoming queen during a fun-filled senior year. They don't want to have to worry about coaches getting fired when they're juniors.
So the choice is Alabama's. Who will they hire and how patient will they be? They have to hire a guy with the right motor and tough enough to stand up to the rigors of the SEC. But they also have to give him a chance to build the program the right way.
How patient they are will dictate how successful they become.
The Roberto Kelly Syndrome
Many, many years ago, in a township far, far away, our Rotisserie baseball league had its annual draft. It's the type of league where there's a $260 salary cap, where you can retain players, and, where, if you retain a player for more than two years, his salary, as it were, increases by $5 for each subsequent season. This league's been around for 18 years, and it's distinguished by, among other things, that during the auction everyone sits in the same spot in the room that he always has going back almost two decades (the rooms and houses have changed, but the seating chart has not). That sounds less than impressive except when you realize that no one has ever said anything about seating or assigned seats. We have tweaked the rules over the years (particularly to limit the number of players a team can retain), but by and large they have remained the same.
As you might be able to predict, there can be shortages of good players at certain positions each year, and there can be sluggish participants. Combine the two, and there will be three teams who realize that they are without a front-line closer and all but one have been snapped up, and the one who's available is the equivalent of Jose Mesa during his Pirates period. Three teams, one closer, and, voila, you end up paying more for Mesa than you would for Trevor Hoffman or Billy Wagner. That can happen with closers each year, but the saving grace of the closer position is that it suffers from significant turnover, so the sport really is to acquire at cheaper prices "closers in waiting." Unfortunately, there are plenty of Braden Loopers, Jose Valverdes and Jose Capellans for whom we're all still waiting to mature, but there is fun in the hunt.
Oh, about ten years ago or so, there was a pronounced shortage of front-line outfielders who could hit and do something else, whether it be steal bases or hit for power. There was only one guy left -- Roberto Kelly, then of the Cincinnati Reds. Kelly was no superstar, but he did have some good years, and he was the last man standing. There were numerous teams who needed "that extra outfielder," and the bidding got way out of hand, so much so that if Kelly were a stock on the NASDAQ that venerable exchange would have suspended trading to investigate whether there were any irregularities in the dissemination of material, non-public information.
Roberto Kelly went for $53.
The highest price ever in our league.
Ever.
More than Bonds and McGwire during the steroids years.
More than Maddux, Glavine and both Schilling and Johnson during their stint on the Diamondbacks.
This is Roberto Kelly we're talking about.
The team that acquired Kelly did not finish in the first division.
Naturally, they jettisoned him and his large salary after the season. No one would have traded for him at a $53 price tag.
So, the buyers of the large contracts of Messrs. Soriano, Matthews, Jr. and whoever else should beware. Yes, you have a big need, and yes, you "did anything" to fill it. Whether or not these gambles -- and with the commitments you made, they are gambles -- pay off, only time will tell. But the key difference between our Rotisserie league and Major League Baseball is that we can cut a player with a large contract with impunity. If Soriano turns into Bobby Bonilla or Mo Vaughn and if Matthews, Jr. reverts into the .249 pumpkin he was before he turned into Cinderalla with his magical season last year, the teams are stuck with them and their lofty contracts.
And front office people and managers will get fired.
There are GMs out there who are getting pilloried for not "taking that extra step" to get that "one special player"who can help their team prevail. Those are the same GMs who are taking a stand for fiscal prudence and who realize that typically it's better to build from within than to acquire hefty, long-term, no-trade contracts. Is Gary Matthews, Jr., the extra step for the Angels? Or will the Phillies, wall flowers so far save a thrifty signing of Wes Helms, be more prudent by working the phones, trying to make deals, and perhaps spending lesser dollars for some quality arms in the bullpen that could help give them one of the best staffs in the NL?
Is it prudent to be patient? Or do only the daring get rewarded?
Time will tell, but my general mantra is that when you see a feeding frenzy, get the heck out of there quickly. Yes, there are some advantages to being a competitive person, but you don't always have to win, especially when your competitors are chucking whatever wisdom they had out the window during the bidding.
Those in the investment world will tell you there's a difference between sound investments and speculation. With the former, you're going on a tried and true plan to have a portfolio that accommodates your appetite for risk and helps you achieve your goals. With the latter, you can end up looking like Dave Kingman swinging for the fences -- you'll hit some real shots, but you'll strike out an awful lot too. The former offers solid returns; with the latter, you might fare better by taking your money, going to Las Vegas, and putting it all on red.
Did the Cubs put it all on red? The Angels?
Or are the other teams losing simply because they're unwilling to do anything, at least thus far?
The hot stove is as hot as it's ever been.
As you might be able to predict, there can be shortages of good players at certain positions each year, and there can be sluggish participants. Combine the two, and there will be three teams who realize that they are without a front-line closer and all but one have been snapped up, and the one who's available is the equivalent of Jose Mesa during his Pirates period. Three teams, one closer, and, voila, you end up paying more for Mesa than you would for Trevor Hoffman or Billy Wagner. That can happen with closers each year, but the saving grace of the closer position is that it suffers from significant turnover, so the sport really is to acquire at cheaper prices "closers in waiting." Unfortunately, there are plenty of Braden Loopers, Jose Valverdes and Jose Capellans for whom we're all still waiting to mature, but there is fun in the hunt.
Oh, about ten years ago or so, there was a pronounced shortage of front-line outfielders who could hit and do something else, whether it be steal bases or hit for power. There was only one guy left -- Roberto Kelly, then of the Cincinnati Reds. Kelly was no superstar, but he did have some good years, and he was the last man standing. There were numerous teams who needed "that extra outfielder," and the bidding got way out of hand, so much so that if Kelly were a stock on the NASDAQ that venerable exchange would have suspended trading to investigate whether there were any irregularities in the dissemination of material, non-public information.
Roberto Kelly went for $53.
The highest price ever in our league.
Ever.
More than Bonds and McGwire during the steroids years.
More than Maddux, Glavine and both Schilling and Johnson during their stint on the Diamondbacks.
This is Roberto Kelly we're talking about.
The team that acquired Kelly did not finish in the first division.
Naturally, they jettisoned him and his large salary after the season. No one would have traded for him at a $53 price tag.
So, the buyers of the large contracts of Messrs. Soriano, Matthews, Jr. and whoever else should beware. Yes, you have a big need, and yes, you "did anything" to fill it. Whether or not these gambles -- and with the commitments you made, they are gambles -- pay off, only time will tell. But the key difference between our Rotisserie league and Major League Baseball is that we can cut a player with a large contract with impunity. If Soriano turns into Bobby Bonilla or Mo Vaughn and if Matthews, Jr. reverts into the .249 pumpkin he was before he turned into Cinderalla with his magical season last year, the teams are stuck with them and their lofty contracts.
And front office people and managers will get fired.
There are GMs out there who are getting pilloried for not "taking that extra step" to get that "one special player"who can help their team prevail. Those are the same GMs who are taking a stand for fiscal prudence and who realize that typically it's better to build from within than to acquire hefty, long-term, no-trade contracts. Is Gary Matthews, Jr., the extra step for the Angels? Or will the Phillies, wall flowers so far save a thrifty signing of Wes Helms, be more prudent by working the phones, trying to make deals, and perhaps spending lesser dollars for some quality arms in the bullpen that could help give them one of the best staffs in the NL?
Is it prudent to be patient? Or do only the daring get rewarded?
Time will tell, but my general mantra is that when you see a feeding frenzy, get the heck out of there quickly. Yes, there are some advantages to being a competitive person, but you don't always have to win, especially when your competitors are chucking whatever wisdom they had out the window during the bidding.
Those in the investment world will tell you there's a difference between sound investments and speculation. With the former, you're going on a tried and true plan to have a portfolio that accommodates your appetite for risk and helps you achieve your goals. With the latter, you can end up looking like Dave Kingman swinging for the fences -- you'll hit some real shots, but you'll strike out an awful lot too. The former offers solid returns; with the latter, you might fare better by taking your money, going to Las Vegas, and putting it all on red.
Did the Cubs put it all on red? The Angels?
Or are the other teams losing simply because they're unwilling to do anything, at least thus far?
The hot stove is as hot as it's ever been.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Coker Caned, Err Canned
Miami ended the suspense and fired Larry Coker today, after a season which saw one of his captains fire a gun in defense of teammates who were shot at and, also, stomp a Florida International player in the well-publicized donneybrook from earlier this season.
Guess who is the leading favorite to replace Coker?
Hopefully someone who makes sure that no kids who own guns or have an arm's length rap sheet are on his team.
I've been reading Dean Smith's book, The Carolina Way, and what strikes me throughout the book is the earnestness of Coach Smith and his caring about the whole person, not just about the basketball player who could him the school win games. I always admired Coach Smith's teams, both for the way they played and for the way the team and the players conducted themselves. I would hope that Coach Smith's example has inspired many coaches, basketball or not, but I fear that there is a considerable group of coaches (but certainly less than half) who are more toward the Bob Huggins end of the continuum than the Coach Smith end of it.
That said, I don't know much about Coach Coker, and the respected Bill Curry of ESPN came to his defense after the controversy surrounding the recruitment of Willie Williams. Still, it seems clear that Coach Coker lost control of his team prior to or during the season, and the team's record reflected its overall lack of something, well, call it character if you can't call it anything else.
It's hard to say what the Miami administration and alumni want. For starters, they should want a coach who will set the best example for the school and be a great representative of it. This isn't, after all, Pimp My School, where, instead of taking a dilapidated car and turning it into a work of art, a renegade coach arrives at a school with a flailing athletic team, bends a few rules and turns it into a well-oiled, if not overly oily, machine. That type of stuff shouldn't happen, period. What should happen is that the administration should assert itself over its football program and insist upon a coach who recruits players of character and who can control his team. Honestly, I'd rather have my alma mater have a losing record that have scary incidents besmirch its academic reputation, which some alums forget is why the school exists in the first place.
If I were a Miami alum, I'd write or e-mail President Donna Shalala and insist upon her taking a stand for integrity here. She whiffed big-time in her handling of the Florida International disaster and made things worse with her public comments about the paltry suspensions Miami players received. Shalala didn't stand up well to those who questioned her on it. Mike Golic of ESPN Radio, a thoughtful and fair former football player, grilled her on her conduct. Sure, he went to Notre Dame, and, yes, there was bad blood in that rivalry, but Golic can guarantee of one thing -- this type of junk wouldn't have happened at Notre Dame. Players with guns? One-game suspensions for exacerbating an on-field riot? The Board of Trustees should have stepped in and chastised Shalala for her handling of the incident. One public goof up after another has tarnished the brand name of Miami of Florida.
Butch Davis is no longer available, having opted to succeed John Bunting at North Carolina. Greg Schiano, the former Miami defensive coordinator, who recruits actively in Florida for this year's feel-good story, Rutgers, is perhaps the leading candidate. A friend who is a Rutgers alum isn't so sure that Schiano will return to Coral Gables. He's building a big house near the Rutgers campus, he has a great contract, and he's atop the world. Returning to Miami right now as a potential savior into a program which will be in a fishbowl for a while isn't exactly the dream job he might think he's entitled to. There are other big-time programs that could have vacancies, and the guess here is that were Schiano to take one of them, he won't have some of the problems to deal with that he would at Miami.
But he also wouldn't have, in all likelihood, the tradition of winning a national title, either, and it seems that the Miami administration wants to be in the conversation for a national football title year after year. If that's the case, than Schiano might want to return to the place where he came of age as a coach. And that would be good for Miami's football program, generally.
The University of Miami faces bigger issues than its performance on the field. Hopefully the administration will recognize that and stand up to the boosters in the process. Sometimes, in order to fortify your institution, you have to take short-term stands that might cost you publicity and money. This might be one of those times for President Shalala.
She should consider a relatively recent and prominent "outlaw" program in college sports, the UNLV Runnin' Rebels under Jerry Tarkanian. No one talks of UNLV in the national hoops conversation these days, and there is little mention of Tark, either. Yet, UNLV still exists, and my guess is that it's doing fine despite not having a perennial nationally contending hoops team. Las Vegas itself is a booming city, too, and it has plenty of main events other than Runnin' Rebel hoops. Miami, too, has enough entertainment without the 'Canes being a dominant team. The point is that UNLV has survived, and so will Miami.
Take a stand, President Shalala, and honor the large majority of alumni who did not play for the football team. Fortify your trademark and honor their degrees, and, in the process, do the right thing.
And remember this, any booster who cares only about the sport and not the university is a booster who is not worth having. Pick the person who will restore credibility to your program. And that person could be the same person your boosters want, but if it isn't, this is gut-check time for you.
And if you have any doubts, remember that in the term "college athletics", the term college comes first.
Guess who is the leading favorite to replace Coker?
Hopefully someone who makes sure that no kids who own guns or have an arm's length rap sheet are on his team.
I've been reading Dean Smith's book, The Carolina Way, and what strikes me throughout the book is the earnestness of Coach Smith and his caring about the whole person, not just about the basketball player who could him the school win games. I always admired Coach Smith's teams, both for the way they played and for the way the team and the players conducted themselves. I would hope that Coach Smith's example has inspired many coaches, basketball or not, but I fear that there is a considerable group of coaches (but certainly less than half) who are more toward the Bob Huggins end of the continuum than the Coach Smith end of it.
That said, I don't know much about Coach Coker, and the respected Bill Curry of ESPN came to his defense after the controversy surrounding the recruitment of Willie Williams. Still, it seems clear that Coach Coker lost control of his team prior to or during the season, and the team's record reflected its overall lack of something, well, call it character if you can't call it anything else.
It's hard to say what the Miami administration and alumni want. For starters, they should want a coach who will set the best example for the school and be a great representative of it. This isn't, after all, Pimp My School, where, instead of taking a dilapidated car and turning it into a work of art, a renegade coach arrives at a school with a flailing athletic team, bends a few rules and turns it into a well-oiled, if not overly oily, machine. That type of stuff shouldn't happen, period. What should happen is that the administration should assert itself over its football program and insist upon a coach who recruits players of character and who can control his team. Honestly, I'd rather have my alma mater have a losing record that have scary incidents besmirch its academic reputation, which some alums forget is why the school exists in the first place.
If I were a Miami alum, I'd write or e-mail President Donna Shalala and insist upon her taking a stand for integrity here. She whiffed big-time in her handling of the Florida International disaster and made things worse with her public comments about the paltry suspensions Miami players received. Shalala didn't stand up well to those who questioned her on it. Mike Golic of ESPN Radio, a thoughtful and fair former football player, grilled her on her conduct. Sure, he went to Notre Dame, and, yes, there was bad blood in that rivalry, but Golic can guarantee of one thing -- this type of junk wouldn't have happened at Notre Dame. Players with guns? One-game suspensions for exacerbating an on-field riot? The Board of Trustees should have stepped in and chastised Shalala for her handling of the incident. One public goof up after another has tarnished the brand name of Miami of Florida.
Butch Davis is no longer available, having opted to succeed John Bunting at North Carolina. Greg Schiano, the former Miami defensive coordinator, who recruits actively in Florida for this year's feel-good story, Rutgers, is perhaps the leading candidate. A friend who is a Rutgers alum isn't so sure that Schiano will return to Coral Gables. He's building a big house near the Rutgers campus, he has a great contract, and he's atop the world. Returning to Miami right now as a potential savior into a program which will be in a fishbowl for a while isn't exactly the dream job he might think he's entitled to. There are other big-time programs that could have vacancies, and the guess here is that were Schiano to take one of them, he won't have some of the problems to deal with that he would at Miami.
But he also wouldn't have, in all likelihood, the tradition of winning a national title, either, and it seems that the Miami administration wants to be in the conversation for a national football title year after year. If that's the case, than Schiano might want to return to the place where he came of age as a coach. And that would be good for Miami's football program, generally.
The University of Miami faces bigger issues than its performance on the field. Hopefully the administration will recognize that and stand up to the boosters in the process. Sometimes, in order to fortify your institution, you have to take short-term stands that might cost you publicity and money. This might be one of those times for President Shalala.
She should consider a relatively recent and prominent "outlaw" program in college sports, the UNLV Runnin' Rebels under Jerry Tarkanian. No one talks of UNLV in the national hoops conversation these days, and there is little mention of Tark, either. Yet, UNLV still exists, and my guess is that it's doing fine despite not having a perennial nationally contending hoops team. Las Vegas itself is a booming city, too, and it has plenty of main events other than Runnin' Rebel hoops. Miami, too, has enough entertainment without the 'Canes being a dominant team. The point is that UNLV has survived, and so will Miami.
Take a stand, President Shalala, and honor the large majority of alumni who did not play for the football team. Fortify your trademark and honor their degrees, and, in the process, do the right thing.
And remember this, any booster who cares only about the sport and not the university is a booster who is not worth having. Pick the person who will restore credibility to your program. And that person could be the same person your boosters want, but if it isn't, this is gut-check time for you.
And if you have any doubts, remember that in the term "college athletics", the term college comes first.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Can It, Tiki!
The New York Giants are having some problems now. They are injury-riddled, and their young QB isn't playing well. Atop that, local pundits and neighsayers are making a lot out of the fact that in order to get the top overall raft pick to take Manning, the Giants gave up not only the fourth overall pick in the first round (who has turned out to be Philip Rivers), but other picks, including a first-rounder that became Shawnee Merriman. Needless to say, tied atop the NFC East with the Cowboys at 6-4 and battling hard to make the playoffs, the Giants need to come together, not worry about what didn't happen in the draft who is injured or who is calling the plays, and play football.
Enter Tiki Barber.
The veteran RB, who made waves earlier this season when he let it be known that he's going to retire after it, has criticized his team's coaching staff. Publicly.
And I just don't get it.
First, the team needs to handle this sort of thing in-house and resolve it. Barber erred in publicly criticizing his team's game plan. That's not what "team" is all about.
Second, as a veteran, Barber should know better. You just don't do this sort of stuff. It's not like he's coached Super Bowl winners or even played on them. And there were times in his career where Giant fans wanted to run him out of town (people may forget, but he had a serious case of fumble-itis early in his career). The Giants stuck with Barber when other teams would have let him go. While he rewarded them for their patience by becoming an outstanding player, he should remember that the Giants did right by him early in his career.
Third, Barber's conduct belies his public image as being a great guy and a well-educated one at that (he's a graduate of the University of Virginia). Maybe he's all that, but he's certainly not a leader of the team in the overall sense. Leaders don't throw their coaches under the bus in public. They might go to their coaches and talk about issues privately, and, in doing so, help the coaches deliver their message and help make the team better. It doesn't seem like Tiki Barber is that guy. How many other excellent players have acted out like this during their careers (and this isn't the first time Barber has spoken out on an issue) and helped their teams win Super Bowls?
Some are quiet, some are outspoken on certain issues, but doing something that might jeopardize team harmony isn't one of them.
Especially when the team still is in a very good position to make the playoffs.
As has been said often, there are no "I's" in team.
There are, however, two "I's" in Tiki.
And those are two too many.
Tiki Barber has been an excellent player, but he's not showing good leadership right now. When teams are going through tough times, even the most talkative of players needs to keep his thoughts to himself and pull together for the team.
The Giants are battling enough injuries right now as it is, but nonetheless it's time for Tiki Barber to get his "I's" checked.
Unless, of course, he thinks about his legacy hard and decides, once and for all, to check them at the locker room door.
Enter Tiki Barber.
The veteran RB, who made waves earlier this season when he let it be known that he's going to retire after it, has criticized his team's coaching staff. Publicly.
And I just don't get it.
First, the team needs to handle this sort of thing in-house and resolve it. Barber erred in publicly criticizing his team's game plan. That's not what "team" is all about.
Second, as a veteran, Barber should know better. You just don't do this sort of stuff. It's not like he's coached Super Bowl winners or even played on them. And there were times in his career where Giant fans wanted to run him out of town (people may forget, but he had a serious case of fumble-itis early in his career). The Giants stuck with Barber when other teams would have let him go. While he rewarded them for their patience by becoming an outstanding player, he should remember that the Giants did right by him early in his career.
Third, Barber's conduct belies his public image as being a great guy and a well-educated one at that (he's a graduate of the University of Virginia). Maybe he's all that, but he's certainly not a leader of the team in the overall sense. Leaders don't throw their coaches under the bus in public. They might go to their coaches and talk about issues privately, and, in doing so, help the coaches deliver their message and help make the team better. It doesn't seem like Tiki Barber is that guy. How many other excellent players have acted out like this during their careers (and this isn't the first time Barber has spoken out on an issue) and helped their teams win Super Bowls?
Some are quiet, some are outspoken on certain issues, but doing something that might jeopardize team harmony isn't one of them.
Especially when the team still is in a very good position to make the playoffs.
As has been said often, there are no "I's" in team.
There are, however, two "I's" in Tiki.
And those are two too many.
Tiki Barber has been an excellent player, but he's not showing good leadership right now. When teams are going through tough times, even the most talkative of players needs to keep his thoughts to himself and pull together for the team.
The Giants are battling enough injuries right now as it is, but nonetheless it's time for Tiki Barber to get his "I's" checked.
Unless, of course, he thinks about his legacy hard and decides, once and for all, to check them at the locker room door.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Fools and Their Money
The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim are about to sign Gary Mathews, Jr. to a five-year, $50 million deal. All for a 31 year-old player who had a career batting average of .249 going into last season and had a career year during a contract year.
What are they going to do next, offer Eric Milton $25 million for 3 years (oops, the Reds did that a few years ago)?
Seriously, there is so much salary inflation among free-agent outfielders that you wonder whether the academics at Harvard (where grade inflation is the norm) are running the show in Major League Baseball. Good thing for Mathews, Jr. to take his act to the left coast, where the teams out there get precious little coverage back East. Had he signed back east and gone for an oh for April, he'd be booed louder than President Bush at a meeting of Manhattan Democrats.
What are the Angels thinking?
My hometown Phillies are looking for a good bat to follow MVP (boy does that sound nice) Ryan Howard in the lineup. They might have whiffed on Moises Alou, who still has something left in the tank, but they were wise not to get caught up in the Alfonso Soriano feeding frenzy or this one. True, Mathews, Jr.'s father, Gary "Sarge" Mathews, was instrumental in the Phillies' run to the World Series in '83 and the Cubs playoff run in '84, but that doesn't mean that Jr. has the same talents that senior did.
The salary inflation makes for hard choices in front offices. The Phillies had a choice of overpaying for Soriano and Mathews, Jr. Now they have to figure out whether they can peddle Pat Burrell, whether they should trade for Manny Ramirez or even dally with Barry Bonds (don't laugh -- I suggested this several months ago) or settle with a combination of Jeff Conine and someone else batting behind Howard. Give Pat Gillick credit for being clever -- he'll figure something out.
It's just that he and other general managers are not willing to give the agents blank checks to name their price.
Not for "B" list players.
What are they going to do next, offer Eric Milton $25 million for 3 years (oops, the Reds did that a few years ago)?
Seriously, there is so much salary inflation among free-agent outfielders that you wonder whether the academics at Harvard (where grade inflation is the norm) are running the show in Major League Baseball. Good thing for Mathews, Jr. to take his act to the left coast, where the teams out there get precious little coverage back East. Had he signed back east and gone for an oh for April, he'd be booed louder than President Bush at a meeting of Manhattan Democrats.
What are the Angels thinking?
My hometown Phillies are looking for a good bat to follow MVP (boy does that sound nice) Ryan Howard in the lineup. They might have whiffed on Moises Alou, who still has something left in the tank, but they were wise not to get caught up in the Alfonso Soriano feeding frenzy or this one. True, Mathews, Jr.'s father, Gary "Sarge" Mathews, was instrumental in the Phillies' run to the World Series in '83 and the Cubs playoff run in '84, but that doesn't mean that Jr. has the same talents that senior did.
The salary inflation makes for hard choices in front offices. The Phillies had a choice of overpaying for Soriano and Mathews, Jr. Now they have to figure out whether they can peddle Pat Burrell, whether they should trade for Manny Ramirez or even dally with Barry Bonds (don't laugh -- I suggested this several months ago) or settle with a combination of Jeff Conine and someone else batting behind Howard. Give Pat Gillick credit for being clever -- he'll figure something out.
It's just that he and other general managers are not willing to give the agents blank checks to name their price.
Not for "B" list players.
Penn Has Another Gem
Princeton coaches and fans rave about Justin Conway, the 6'4" center who was an end of the bench player at last season's outset who then, through hard work in practice, earned a starting job and was named Honorable Mention all-Ivy. Conway is a gritty player and a leader by example on the Princeton squad. Princeton coaches have a lifetime of achievements in turning on lightbulbs and finding hidden gems such as Conway.
But the Tigers don't have an exclusive franchise on doing that. The Penn Quakers over the years have excelled in this area too, the latest case in point being point guard Brian Grandieri. Read this article, and click on this box score from last night's Penn-Drexel game, and see what I mean -- 12 points, 9 rebounds, 8 assists (to only 2 turnovers, and while Penn won by 19, first-team all-Ivy players Ibby Jaaber and Mark Zoller had 8 turnovers -- apiece) and 3 steals. Sounds like Penn once again has outstanding leadership at the point guard position to help propel it to yet another Ivy hoops title. They certainly are the odds-on favorite to win the league.
With games like this from Grandieri, the question may only be "by how many games?"
But the Tigers don't have an exclusive franchise on doing that. The Penn Quakers over the years have excelled in this area too, the latest case in point being point guard Brian Grandieri. Read this article, and click on this box score from last night's Penn-Drexel game, and see what I mean -- 12 points, 9 rebounds, 8 assists (to only 2 turnovers, and while Penn won by 19, first-team all-Ivy players Ibby Jaaber and Mark Zoller had 8 turnovers -- apiece) and 3 steals. Sounds like Penn once again has outstanding leadership at the point guard position to help propel it to yet another Ivy hoops title. They certainly are the odds-on favorite to win the league.
With games like this from Grandieri, the question may only be "by how many games?"
High School Transfers
I've written about redshirting your own kids in high school, and it's one of the posts that drew the most comments and continues to draw comments to this day. This article, from yesterday's USA Today, addresses kids who transfer from one high school to another in the hope of finding the right program. Again, there are ethical issues across the board.
For example, if you're well off enough to do so, you can always send your kid to private school (or parochial school) for whatever reason you choose. Presumably, you're looking at the best fit for your child in all areas, and not just sports. But let's face it, there are kids who go to private schools or boarding schools for a single year where they have two goals -- to play a certain position and to get better prepared for college. I recall talking to an Ivy football assistant coach a few years back about a friend's son, who played high school ball in the midwest. The friend was looking for his son to go to a boarding school for a post-graduate year after high school, in order for the boy to get used to living away from home and to draw notice from some colleges for his athletic prowess. The Ivy assistant, a very good man, said for the dad to look at a certain prep school, because they had a need for players at a certain position (the position which the kid played). It turned out that the kid went straight to a huge college where he doesn't even play intramurals, but the network is there for you to place your kid if you have the wherewithal to do so.
That's perhaps one of the simplest cases, especially if money is not an object, and I think it's safe to say that there aren't serious ethical challenges there for the family (or even for the school). Yes, certain schools may skew their values and place an outsized emphasis on sports, but unless they're diploma mills or take kids who cannot do the work (and that does go on), they aren't necessarily being unethical. (Put differently, you'd have to peel several layers off this onion to determine whether there are ethical issues, and in the case of my friend, there weren't -- his son could have used the post-graduate year).
But what if money is an issue and you don't have the money to send your child to that private school (and some are $25,000 a year)? What do you do then? Suppose you have a kid who's a great passer in a school district where the HS coach likes to run the ball the way Woody Hayes did at Ohio State in the 60's and 70's? Do you keep him there or do you find a district with a more balanced offense? Suppose there's a nearby HS hoops coach who has worked very well with big men, and your son is 6'9" and has a chance to be special? Do you stay in your district or move -- and for purposes of argument let's say that the academics at the schools are comparable?
Is there a difference between a) the whole family moving and b) sending your kid to live with a relative? Is that difference as pronounced today, when the nuclear family has suffered considerable erosion as it might have been 35 years ago, where single-parent families were not as prevalent? And, remember, there are cases where families relocate because of work considerations only to leave behind a rising high school senior, who might live with her best friend's family in order to enjoy senior year and not to have to adjust to a new group of kids all over again. Finally, there are companies who move people around a lot and the military, which moves people around frequently too. Does it make a difference whether the incoming kid is a good ballplayer or not? Where should the transfer rules apply -- after all, people have the right to move, and they move their houses all the time.
I have thrown a bunch of questions at you, and, no, I'm not talking about the grade mills that the New York Times exposed earlier this year, either. I'm talking about transfer rules within public school districts and how and when transfers are legitimate versus wrong. Sometimes the lines aren't so bright and the moral distinctions so easy. Read the linked article and the comments of the Florida QB Tim Tebow. Is he right or not, and how far would you go for your kid?
I had heard in my area of parents playing residency games so that they could enroll their kids in a HS with a particularly good football program. They did not move, but they rented or bought apartments in the school district to establish residency so that junior could play football, even if they didn't move. That's dishonest to me. Those parents did not want to participate in their son's high school's community any further than the football program, because they did not commit to living in that district. To me, it was unethical and the coach and district shouldn't have permitted it. What type of lesson does that teach the kids? Had the parents moved their house within that district and lived in the residency that they leased or purchased, then that would have been fine, regardless of the motives. Of course, I would hope that academics and other extracurriculars played a part in the decision too, but those considerations don't -- and must not -- trump a family's right to live where it so pleases.
There was a good series of articles in my local paper about the efforts that parents put into kids' sports programs. The article talked with various parents who had differing levels of involvement in their children's programs, and it tried to assess why people spent the time they did on the programs. In this particular article, the consensus was pretty clear -- for the love of the game. One dad said that his daughter simply loved to play her sport, but that he never expected anything out of it in terms of an athletic scholarship. As it turns out, she plays for a Division II school in Pennsylvania, where she got grants worth $1,500 a year toward her education (and I'm not sure whether that was based on her athletic prowess or her family's financial statements).
Yes, we do want our daughters to be the next Mia Hamm and our sons to be the next Joakim Noah if at all possible. We love our children, and we'd do anything for them. But I'll still question whether all dads and moms are motivated the way the dad whose sentiments I paraphrased above. Is it just about the love of the game, and, if so, whose love? Hopefully the kids don't feel dragooned into playing the games, and I hope that they don't burn out on them by the time they're sixteen. I attended a girls' softball tournament in my area last summer, a big deal where college coaches from all over the country attended to get a look at the elite AAU teams. What struck me was the level of commitment of parents in communities around the country, not only in terms of the uniforms and equipment, but also in terms of the designer trailers that haul a team's gear and the RVs that some people drive to these tournaments. I read where some of the girls can play as many as 80 games in a summer.
For the love of the game, indeed. You can't play that intense a summer schedule and not love it, and, if you don't, have a serious talk with your parents. If you're a parent, be honest with yourself the way a coach is honest with kids about the ability to convert a set piece, hit a three or throw the slant-in pass. Does your child love it, or is he or she afraid that you'll be crestfallen if he tells you that he'd rather go fishing in the mountains or become a performance artist? The reckoning might hurt in the short-term, but I believe it would hurt a lot more in the longer-term development of your child (and your relationship with her or him) if you sense a communications gap and do nothing to fill the void. Step in , show the leadership a parent should, and ask the hard question. Yes, it's hard to get teenagers to open up, but it's worth a shot.
And, who knows, you might have a kid who's more passionate about the game than you thought. Or, you have a kid who's tired of a Motel 6 and Denny's routine for yet another summer, who has peaked mentally and physically in this particular sport, and who needs another outlet.
Remember that while athletics can teach valuable life lessons if taught and coached properly, 99.999+% of the kids won't become the next Mia Hamm or Joakim Noah. Most will learn to love a game that becomes a valuable hobby when they get older. Some will leverage their commitment to a sport to get into college, and some will play at the college level. But as the NCAA ads state, most of their student-athletes do go on to be professionals -- at something other than the sport they play. So, it may be the case that learning teamwork, sportsmanship, setting goals, the value of preparation and the need to keep your head in the midst of keen competition are what parents should shoot for when they encourage their kids to get involved in intense programs inside or outside school. If it turns out that you tap into talents you didn't know existed and your daughter can pitch a softball that disappears from sight and your son can run down a lacrosse field while cradling the ball with great dexterity, terrific.
Just make sure, in any case, your involvement -- as opposed to your child's -- is for all the right reasons. You'll be able to tell by undertaking one simple exercise -- read your child's face. If she's happy in her own skin, you'll know you're doing your job. If she has a constant look on her face that she'd rather be somewhere -- or someone -- else, then you know that you have some work to do.
So back to the basic premise -- to transfer or not to transfer? Your kid had better be very good to prompt a decision like this. Tim Tebow is that good.
Most kids, though, are not.
I had a great, great aunt who was our family's matriarch when I was a little boy. She was from the old country, and she had many cousins. They would come visit her from all over the East Coast, and they would come with great tales of the exploits of their family members. She had this advice for all of them: "Be careful how much you brag about your children. People might meet them."
And that's probably the hardest advice for a parent to heed.
When should you push? How do you know? How do you refrain and not have regrets?
No one said it's easy.
And remember that while Michael Jordan was cut from his high school hoops team as a tenth grader, there was something inside Michael Jordan that no parent could coach, teach, spend money on to develop -- the God-given talent of an incredible will to win and to pursue his goal with a great sense of purpose. Regardless of talent or love or coaching, if your child doesn't have that intensity, he's not becoming the next superstar in any sport.
And that doesn't mean that he's not a great kid, can't become a neurosurgeon, a rocket scientist, a trial lawyer or a television personality. What it means is that on the ball field, he's like most people.
And there's no shame in that.
For example, if you're well off enough to do so, you can always send your kid to private school (or parochial school) for whatever reason you choose. Presumably, you're looking at the best fit for your child in all areas, and not just sports. But let's face it, there are kids who go to private schools or boarding schools for a single year where they have two goals -- to play a certain position and to get better prepared for college. I recall talking to an Ivy football assistant coach a few years back about a friend's son, who played high school ball in the midwest. The friend was looking for his son to go to a boarding school for a post-graduate year after high school, in order for the boy to get used to living away from home and to draw notice from some colleges for his athletic prowess. The Ivy assistant, a very good man, said for the dad to look at a certain prep school, because they had a need for players at a certain position (the position which the kid played). It turned out that the kid went straight to a huge college where he doesn't even play intramurals, but the network is there for you to place your kid if you have the wherewithal to do so.
That's perhaps one of the simplest cases, especially if money is not an object, and I think it's safe to say that there aren't serious ethical challenges there for the family (or even for the school). Yes, certain schools may skew their values and place an outsized emphasis on sports, but unless they're diploma mills or take kids who cannot do the work (and that does go on), they aren't necessarily being unethical. (Put differently, you'd have to peel several layers off this onion to determine whether there are ethical issues, and in the case of my friend, there weren't -- his son could have used the post-graduate year).
But what if money is an issue and you don't have the money to send your child to that private school (and some are $25,000 a year)? What do you do then? Suppose you have a kid who's a great passer in a school district where the HS coach likes to run the ball the way Woody Hayes did at Ohio State in the 60's and 70's? Do you keep him there or do you find a district with a more balanced offense? Suppose there's a nearby HS hoops coach who has worked very well with big men, and your son is 6'9" and has a chance to be special? Do you stay in your district or move -- and for purposes of argument let's say that the academics at the schools are comparable?
Is there a difference between a) the whole family moving and b) sending your kid to live with a relative? Is that difference as pronounced today, when the nuclear family has suffered considerable erosion as it might have been 35 years ago, where single-parent families were not as prevalent? And, remember, there are cases where families relocate because of work considerations only to leave behind a rising high school senior, who might live with her best friend's family in order to enjoy senior year and not to have to adjust to a new group of kids all over again. Finally, there are companies who move people around a lot and the military, which moves people around frequently too. Does it make a difference whether the incoming kid is a good ballplayer or not? Where should the transfer rules apply -- after all, people have the right to move, and they move their houses all the time.
I have thrown a bunch of questions at you, and, no, I'm not talking about the grade mills that the New York Times exposed earlier this year, either. I'm talking about transfer rules within public school districts and how and when transfers are legitimate versus wrong. Sometimes the lines aren't so bright and the moral distinctions so easy. Read the linked article and the comments of the Florida QB Tim Tebow. Is he right or not, and how far would you go for your kid?
I had heard in my area of parents playing residency games so that they could enroll their kids in a HS with a particularly good football program. They did not move, but they rented or bought apartments in the school district to establish residency so that junior could play football, even if they didn't move. That's dishonest to me. Those parents did not want to participate in their son's high school's community any further than the football program, because they did not commit to living in that district. To me, it was unethical and the coach and district shouldn't have permitted it. What type of lesson does that teach the kids? Had the parents moved their house within that district and lived in the residency that they leased or purchased, then that would have been fine, regardless of the motives. Of course, I would hope that academics and other extracurriculars played a part in the decision too, but those considerations don't -- and must not -- trump a family's right to live where it so pleases.
There was a good series of articles in my local paper about the efforts that parents put into kids' sports programs. The article talked with various parents who had differing levels of involvement in their children's programs, and it tried to assess why people spent the time they did on the programs. In this particular article, the consensus was pretty clear -- for the love of the game. One dad said that his daughter simply loved to play her sport, but that he never expected anything out of it in terms of an athletic scholarship. As it turns out, she plays for a Division II school in Pennsylvania, where she got grants worth $1,500 a year toward her education (and I'm not sure whether that was based on her athletic prowess or her family's financial statements).
Yes, we do want our daughters to be the next Mia Hamm and our sons to be the next Joakim Noah if at all possible. We love our children, and we'd do anything for them. But I'll still question whether all dads and moms are motivated the way the dad whose sentiments I paraphrased above. Is it just about the love of the game, and, if so, whose love? Hopefully the kids don't feel dragooned into playing the games, and I hope that they don't burn out on them by the time they're sixteen. I attended a girls' softball tournament in my area last summer, a big deal where college coaches from all over the country attended to get a look at the elite AAU teams. What struck me was the level of commitment of parents in communities around the country, not only in terms of the uniforms and equipment, but also in terms of the designer trailers that haul a team's gear and the RVs that some people drive to these tournaments. I read where some of the girls can play as many as 80 games in a summer.
For the love of the game, indeed. You can't play that intense a summer schedule and not love it, and, if you don't, have a serious talk with your parents. If you're a parent, be honest with yourself the way a coach is honest with kids about the ability to convert a set piece, hit a three or throw the slant-in pass. Does your child love it, or is he or she afraid that you'll be crestfallen if he tells you that he'd rather go fishing in the mountains or become a performance artist? The reckoning might hurt in the short-term, but I believe it would hurt a lot more in the longer-term development of your child (and your relationship with her or him) if you sense a communications gap and do nothing to fill the void. Step in , show the leadership a parent should, and ask the hard question. Yes, it's hard to get teenagers to open up, but it's worth a shot.
And, who knows, you might have a kid who's more passionate about the game than you thought. Or, you have a kid who's tired of a Motel 6 and Denny's routine for yet another summer, who has peaked mentally and physically in this particular sport, and who needs another outlet.
Remember that while athletics can teach valuable life lessons if taught and coached properly, 99.999+% of the kids won't become the next Mia Hamm or Joakim Noah. Most will learn to love a game that becomes a valuable hobby when they get older. Some will leverage their commitment to a sport to get into college, and some will play at the college level. But as the NCAA ads state, most of their student-athletes do go on to be professionals -- at something other than the sport they play. So, it may be the case that learning teamwork, sportsmanship, setting goals, the value of preparation and the need to keep your head in the midst of keen competition are what parents should shoot for when they encourage their kids to get involved in intense programs inside or outside school. If it turns out that you tap into talents you didn't know existed and your daughter can pitch a softball that disappears from sight and your son can run down a lacrosse field while cradling the ball with great dexterity, terrific.
Just make sure, in any case, your involvement -- as opposed to your child's -- is for all the right reasons. You'll be able to tell by undertaking one simple exercise -- read your child's face. If she's happy in her own skin, you'll know you're doing your job. If she has a constant look on her face that she'd rather be somewhere -- or someone -- else, then you know that you have some work to do.
So back to the basic premise -- to transfer or not to transfer? Your kid had better be very good to prompt a decision like this. Tim Tebow is that good.
Most kids, though, are not.
I had a great, great aunt who was our family's matriarch when I was a little boy. She was from the old country, and she had many cousins. They would come visit her from all over the East Coast, and they would come with great tales of the exploits of their family members. She had this advice for all of them: "Be careful how much you brag about your children. People might meet them."
And that's probably the hardest advice for a parent to heed.
When should you push? How do you know? How do you refrain and not have regrets?
No one said it's easy.
And remember that while Michael Jordan was cut from his high school hoops team as a tenth grader, there was something inside Michael Jordan that no parent could coach, teach, spend money on to develop -- the God-given talent of an incredible will to win and to pursue his goal with a great sense of purpose. Regardless of talent or love or coaching, if your child doesn't have that intensity, he's not becoming the next superstar in any sport.
And that doesn't mean that he's not a great kid, can't become a neurosurgeon, a rocket scientist, a trial lawyer or a television personality. What it means is that on the ball field, he's like most people.
And there's no shame in that.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Victory Bonfire
It's not often that they hold these in Princeton, New Jersey (where, at one time during the University's history, students would set fire to Nassau Hall, the main building on campus, to protest the decisions of the administration -- in the 1700's, no less), but when they do, they are a sight to behold.
Tigerhawk, ever waving his orange-and-black flag, was there last Friday night and filed this report, complete with wonderful photographs.
Enjoy!
Tigerhawk, ever waving his orange-and-black flag, was there last Friday night and filed this report, complete with wonderful photographs.
Enjoy!
Sunday, November 19, 2006
This Reminds Me of a Story
Reports are that the Cubs, of all teams, will sign Alfonso Soriano to an 8-year, $136 million dollar deal.
This news has stirred up all sorts of thoughts.
First, I don't have to rush to get my Phillies tickets. Over the course of the past 2 weeks I have tried to line up a few folks to share 4 tix to a 17-game plan to the hometown team, seats in the 100 level that, taken together, would cost about $2300 for those games. I'm not one to attend 17 games or to shell out that kind of dough by myself, so I contacted various friends to ascertain their levels of interest. The result was that I'd end up having to play traffic cop for about 6 games apiece, and, given that I have a day job, it wasn't worth it. The reason for this interest was that I had a "six pack" last year, where I got decent seats, and I hypothesized that if the Phillies were to sign Soriano, there would be a mad rush to buy partial plans and full-season plans. After all, a lineup featuring Rollins, Victorino, Utley, Howard, Soriano and Rowand as your first six probably would score between five and six runs a game on average. They would have been the odds-on favorite for the wild card. Now that Soriano is apparently headed to Chicago, that rush won't happen.
Second, the Phillies played at a field called Baker Bowl in the 1930's. It was near Broad and Lehigh in Philadelphia, and it had an aluminum right-field fence painted green. While the team did feature Triple Crown winner (and future Hall of Famer) Chuck Klein, in one season it hit .315 and still managed to finish in last place. On the right field wall was an ad that stated quite simply, "The Phillies Use Lifebuoy" (I'm not sure whether the deodorant soap still survives, but it was around when I was a kid). Fittingly, a local comedian had written, "And they still stink." The Soriano signing conjured up my memory of hearing of that ad -- because it strikes me that regardless of what the Cubs' front office does, the Chicago NL franchise will still be deficient (read: be pretty bad, again). Then again, if the Boston Red Sox overcame their long championship drought, the odds are that someday they'll overcome their even longer one (that is, when they get enough pitching -- signing Wade Miller and looking forward to the return of sore-winged Kerry Wood and Mark Prior doesn't exactly instill confidence).
Third, who, exactly, will bat behind Ryan Howard this season? Will it be Wes Helms? Jeff Conine? Will the team move Ryan Howard to third in the lineup and Chase Utley to fourth? Or will Howard walk 200 times this season, 50 of which will be intentional, 15 of which will be to lead off late innings.
Fourth, what was Soriano thinking? Is it true that in the end all players go for the most money, or are there any who will take a little less to sign with a playoff contender?
Interesting questions, all. The hot stove is heating up once again.
This news has stirred up all sorts of thoughts.
First, I don't have to rush to get my Phillies tickets. Over the course of the past 2 weeks I have tried to line up a few folks to share 4 tix to a 17-game plan to the hometown team, seats in the 100 level that, taken together, would cost about $2300 for those games. I'm not one to attend 17 games or to shell out that kind of dough by myself, so I contacted various friends to ascertain their levels of interest. The result was that I'd end up having to play traffic cop for about 6 games apiece, and, given that I have a day job, it wasn't worth it. The reason for this interest was that I had a "six pack" last year, where I got decent seats, and I hypothesized that if the Phillies were to sign Soriano, there would be a mad rush to buy partial plans and full-season plans. After all, a lineup featuring Rollins, Victorino, Utley, Howard, Soriano and Rowand as your first six probably would score between five and six runs a game on average. They would have been the odds-on favorite for the wild card. Now that Soriano is apparently headed to Chicago, that rush won't happen.
Second, the Phillies played at a field called Baker Bowl in the 1930's. It was near Broad and Lehigh in Philadelphia, and it had an aluminum right-field fence painted green. While the team did feature Triple Crown winner (and future Hall of Famer) Chuck Klein, in one season it hit .315 and still managed to finish in last place. On the right field wall was an ad that stated quite simply, "The Phillies Use Lifebuoy" (I'm not sure whether the deodorant soap still survives, but it was around when I was a kid). Fittingly, a local comedian had written, "And they still stink." The Soriano signing conjured up my memory of hearing of that ad -- because it strikes me that regardless of what the Cubs' front office does, the Chicago NL franchise will still be deficient (read: be pretty bad, again). Then again, if the Boston Red Sox overcame their long championship drought, the odds are that someday they'll overcome their even longer one (that is, when they get enough pitching -- signing Wade Miller and looking forward to the return of sore-winged Kerry Wood and Mark Prior doesn't exactly instill confidence).
Third, who, exactly, will bat behind Ryan Howard this season? Will it be Wes Helms? Jeff Conine? Will the team move Ryan Howard to third in the lineup and Chase Utley to fourth? Or will Howard walk 200 times this season, 50 of which will be intentional, 15 of which will be to lead off late innings.
Fourth, what was Soriano thinking? Is it true that in the end all players go for the most money, or are there any who will take a little less to sign with a playoff contender?
Interesting questions, all. The hot stove is heating up once again.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
How Sweet It Is
It's not often when you get to attend a game that sees your alma mater clinch a league title, and, if you're a Princeton alum, it really hasn't been all that often. Today, Tiger fans flocked to Princeton Stadium to see if the hometown eleven could beat visiting Dartmouth for at least a share of the Ivy title (a Harvard win over Yale along with a Princeton win over Dartmouth would have given the Tigers the title outright; Yale would go on to beat Harvard 34-13).
Today we went up to Princeton Stadium on an overcast (but thankfully not windy day), met up with friends in the end zone closest to the campus, and watched with anticipation as the Big Green from Hanover, New Hampshire, without a pep band, visited Princeton. It was late-arriving crowd, as with about five minutes before kickoff we were wondering whether the game would draw as many fans as the Princeton-Penn game of a few weeks ago (which is a good draw because the schools are roughly 50 miles from one another). It drew many more.
The Tigers played well early, scored on the opening drive and were up 17-3 with about 2 minutes to go in the half. The Tiger defense looked uncharacteristically passive after that point, the Big Green marched down the field, and, lo and behold, it was 17-10, Tigers, at the half. While the Tiger faithful were happy to see their team in the lead, they were concerned. After all, this was doormat Dartmouth, and apparently no one sent Buddy Teevens' Big Green squad the memo that they were supposed to give the game the old college try and let Princeton's superiority pad a three-touchdown lead by early in the third quarter. That never happened.
Instead, the Tiger defense had trouble with Dartmouth's overall plan of attack, and early in the fourth quarter it was 17 all, and the Tiger fans were wondering whether the title they'd been waiting for over the past ten years was going to slip into Lake Carnegie. Fortunately, the grit of the Tigers showed once again, as they tightened up the defense and got the offense more organized (read: shovel passes to tough-as-nails FB Rob Toresco), and the final was 27-17, Princeton.
At the end of the game, my nine-year old daughter suggested that she, I and her nine-year old friend (who, with my daughter, made for a matched set of made-for-Princeton kids with their red hair) venture onto the field. The Tigers installed a funky new synthetic turf last season, and it felt like you were walking on a nice yard. Alums of all generations climbed over the walls to celebrate, forty-somethings were throwing footballs to their kids, the Princeton band played "Old Nassau" and "The Princeton Cannon Song," players signed autographs, sang the fight songs with their helmets held high, mingled with their friends and just enjoyed the spirit that was alive on that field at game's end.
The feeling is hard to describe, really, except to say that there was a great sense of a warm community, of little kids running around, of alums smiling at one another about how nice the whole day was (regardless of the whether, a nice day would be if your team clinched the title in a nor'easter), of everyone participating in song. This was a Tiger team that was predicted to finish sixth in the Ivies, and a coaching staff that was maligned for the way the team fell apart after leading Yale at homecoming last year by double digits with a few minutes to go, only to lose the game. Were the Tigers to have had another second-division finish under Hughes, I believe that speculation would have started as to how long a rope Princeton Athletic Director Gary Walters had given him and when he would be replaced.
No one in Tigertown is talking about that now, however, and for their money Roger Hughes is the toast of the town. The team not only shared the Ivy crown but played with grit the entire season. It was a team that could come back, a team that started out with a defense better than its offense and ended with an offense (at least a passing game) that was better than its defense. It was a team whose best athlete is its back-up quarterback, a quick-footed young man who covers kick offs and punts and comes close to blocking punts each week, a guy who runs fast around the end and plays hard even though QB is his natural position and he played it in high school. It's a team with two hard-nosed running backs, wide receivers who don't drop many balls and that starts two true freshmen at guards.
It's a true team.
Our everyday lives are full of distractionss, things that could derail us if we let them, aches and pains of all sorts. Yet it's comforting to know that each of us can find a place where the setting is nice, where we can be in fresh air and with our families having fun and escape from everything. Today, Princeton Stadium was such a place for Princeton fans.
How sweet it is (and "it" doesn't happen that often).
Very sweet, indeed.
Today we went up to Princeton Stadium on an overcast (but thankfully not windy day), met up with friends in the end zone closest to the campus, and watched with anticipation as the Big Green from Hanover, New Hampshire, without a pep band, visited Princeton. It was late-arriving crowd, as with about five minutes before kickoff we were wondering whether the game would draw as many fans as the Princeton-Penn game of a few weeks ago (which is a good draw because the schools are roughly 50 miles from one another). It drew many more.
The Tigers played well early, scored on the opening drive and were up 17-3 with about 2 minutes to go in the half. The Tiger defense looked uncharacteristically passive after that point, the Big Green marched down the field, and, lo and behold, it was 17-10, Tigers, at the half. While the Tiger faithful were happy to see their team in the lead, they were concerned. After all, this was doormat Dartmouth, and apparently no one sent Buddy Teevens' Big Green squad the memo that they were supposed to give the game the old college try and let Princeton's superiority pad a three-touchdown lead by early in the third quarter. That never happened.
Instead, the Tiger defense had trouble with Dartmouth's overall plan of attack, and early in the fourth quarter it was 17 all, and the Tiger fans were wondering whether the title they'd been waiting for over the past ten years was going to slip into Lake Carnegie. Fortunately, the grit of the Tigers showed once again, as they tightened up the defense and got the offense more organized (read: shovel passes to tough-as-nails FB Rob Toresco), and the final was 27-17, Princeton.
At the end of the game, my nine-year old daughter suggested that she, I and her nine-year old friend (who, with my daughter, made for a matched set of made-for-Princeton kids with their red hair) venture onto the field. The Tigers installed a funky new synthetic turf last season, and it felt like you were walking on a nice yard. Alums of all generations climbed over the walls to celebrate, forty-somethings were throwing footballs to their kids, the Princeton band played "Old Nassau" and "The Princeton Cannon Song," players signed autographs, sang the fight songs with their helmets held high, mingled with their friends and just enjoyed the spirit that was alive on that field at game's end.
The feeling is hard to describe, really, except to say that there was a great sense of a warm community, of little kids running around, of alums smiling at one another about how nice the whole day was (regardless of the whether, a nice day would be if your team clinched the title in a nor'easter), of everyone participating in song. This was a Tiger team that was predicted to finish sixth in the Ivies, and a coaching staff that was maligned for the way the team fell apart after leading Yale at homecoming last year by double digits with a few minutes to go, only to lose the game. Were the Tigers to have had another second-division finish under Hughes, I believe that speculation would have started as to how long a rope Princeton Athletic Director Gary Walters had given him and when he would be replaced.
No one in Tigertown is talking about that now, however, and for their money Roger Hughes is the toast of the town. The team not only shared the Ivy crown but played with grit the entire season. It was a team that could come back, a team that started out with a defense better than its offense and ended with an offense (at least a passing game) that was better than its defense. It was a team whose best athlete is its back-up quarterback, a quick-footed young man who covers kick offs and punts and comes close to blocking punts each week, a guy who runs fast around the end and plays hard even though QB is his natural position and he played it in high school. It's a team with two hard-nosed running backs, wide receivers who don't drop many balls and that starts two true freshmen at guards.
It's a true team.
Our everyday lives are full of distractionss, things that could derail us if we let them, aches and pains of all sorts. Yet it's comforting to know that each of us can find a place where the setting is nice, where we can be in fresh air and with our families having fun and escape from everything. Today, Princeton Stadium was such a place for Princeton fans.
How sweet it is (and "it" doesn't happen that often).
Very sweet, indeed.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Shaq, Marbury and Affordable Kicks
I had read about this a while back and wanted to blog on it. Kudos to Shaquille O'Neal and Stephon Marbury for lending their names to the Dunkman and Starbury sneakers, all of which cost under $24.99 (Shaq's kids' version is $13.99; Marbury's is $14.98). Thankfully, these two star players have taken a stand against the lunacy of $100+ sneakers for kids and the awful peer pressure that kids have had to suffer it they didn't wear (read: couldn't afford) the hot sneaker.
You can buy the most expensive gear, you can look as good as you want to, but what matters is what's inside you and the effort you give. I haven't always been the biggest fan of Marbury's -- he's been an enigma to be with all of the talent he has displayed, but he is setting a good example with the Starbury. So far he has sold many a sneaker, which means he and those touting the shoe are onto something.
You can buy the most expensive gear, you can look as good as you want to, but what matters is what's inside you and the effort you give. I haven't always been the biggest fan of Marbury's -- he's been an enigma to be with all of the talent he has displayed, but he is setting a good example with the Starbury. So far he has sold many a sneaker, which means he and those touting the shoe are onto something.
Presumptuosness?
I read in one of my local newspapers that a certain high school athlete had chosen the college that she'll attend. She seems like a nice kid, goes to a good school, and she picked a prominent program. Sounds normal, right?
There's one twist, and it might well be normal today. She held a news conference to announce her decision. She's not the first to have done so, and she's not the last, but what really gives? Where's the humility? Where's the sense of "well, I'll just call them and let them know, and I'll also call the coaches whose offers I've declined to thank them for their offers and that's it"? Is it gone?
A press conference?
Or am I totally wrong? Is that what we want in our difference makers, our stars -- their ability to differentiate themselves above the rest, their ability to have confidence that they can make it no matter what -- in short, their ability to be stars. Stars, after all, act differently from the rest of us. What we like about them -- their ability to shine under pressure, their ability to want the ball and suppress their nerves as time is running out -- is great. What we don't like about them is if they develop airs as to how wonderful they are.
It is true that the modest don't get noticed, that the outstanding athletes must gravitate to where the best competition is to get noticed. That might mean swimming for a club team instead of your school's, playing in USTA tournaments instead of for your high school team, playing for both an AAU team and your high school team. It also might mean that you need those in your circle touting your talents to college coaches, whether you're Division I-caliber or not. After all, many kids who populate DIII teams got there because someone sent a letter or tapes to the coaches, who in turn decided that Elroy and Barney were what's needed to shore up a deficient offensive line or that Wilma and Jane were needed to help the swimming team out of its doldrums. And, yes, there are services that parents can pay for that help tout your kids to various colleges around the country. All of that goes on, and that's part of the "normal" recruiting process too.
But you don't see the would-be physics majors from Stuyvesant High School in New York or Bronx High School of Science holding press conferences to tell the world that the next Silicon Valley gazillionaire who could invent the next brilliant life-saving automated widget of the 21st century chose Cal Tech over MIT or Dartmouth over Columbia. No, that doesn't happen because we're more enthralled with someone who will go play for Roy Williams than someone who could end up inventing the two generations down the road EA Sports game that will help create a bunch of jobs and millions in value. In both cases, though, there's a chance that the kids won't like it at the schools they select, won't make it or won't finish for whatever reason. So much for the press conference; 18 year-olds are fickle.
I'll cast my vote against having high school athletes having press conferences. No, there shouldn't be a law, and, yes, it's well within any kid's right to hold a press conference. After all, they're just kids, they're just 17 or 18, and they aren't fully formed. My guess is that those who don't succeed will look back on the videotapes of the press conferences wistfully and somewhat embarrassed, contemplating how "out there" it was to command so much attention when, relatively speaking, they hadn't proved all that much in the world and that their toughest challenges were before them, not behind them.
Norman Dale, the basketball coach in "Hoosiers", had an interesting exchange with Barbara Hersehey's character, the fellow school teacher, asking whether it was wrong for a kid to be treated like a god, even if only for a short time, as most kids would die for that opportunity.
Apparently, most kids, if given the opportunity, would.
Is it wrong? That's very hard to say.
But the feeling isn't real, and it doesn't last forever.
And hopefully it doesn't represent the peak in one's life.
There's one twist, and it might well be normal today. She held a news conference to announce her decision. She's not the first to have done so, and she's not the last, but what really gives? Where's the humility? Where's the sense of "well, I'll just call them and let them know, and I'll also call the coaches whose offers I've declined to thank them for their offers and that's it"? Is it gone?
A press conference?
Or am I totally wrong? Is that what we want in our difference makers, our stars -- their ability to differentiate themselves above the rest, their ability to have confidence that they can make it no matter what -- in short, their ability to be stars. Stars, after all, act differently from the rest of us. What we like about them -- their ability to shine under pressure, their ability to want the ball and suppress their nerves as time is running out -- is great. What we don't like about them is if they develop airs as to how wonderful they are.
It is true that the modest don't get noticed, that the outstanding athletes must gravitate to where the best competition is to get noticed. That might mean swimming for a club team instead of your school's, playing in USTA tournaments instead of for your high school team, playing for both an AAU team and your high school team. It also might mean that you need those in your circle touting your talents to college coaches, whether you're Division I-caliber or not. After all, many kids who populate DIII teams got there because someone sent a letter or tapes to the coaches, who in turn decided that Elroy and Barney were what's needed to shore up a deficient offensive line or that Wilma and Jane were needed to help the swimming team out of its doldrums. And, yes, there are services that parents can pay for that help tout your kids to various colleges around the country. All of that goes on, and that's part of the "normal" recruiting process too.
But you don't see the would-be physics majors from Stuyvesant High School in New York or Bronx High School of Science holding press conferences to tell the world that the next Silicon Valley gazillionaire who could invent the next brilliant life-saving automated widget of the 21st century chose Cal Tech over MIT or Dartmouth over Columbia. No, that doesn't happen because we're more enthralled with someone who will go play for Roy Williams than someone who could end up inventing the two generations down the road EA Sports game that will help create a bunch of jobs and millions in value. In both cases, though, there's a chance that the kids won't like it at the schools they select, won't make it or won't finish for whatever reason. So much for the press conference; 18 year-olds are fickle.
I'll cast my vote against having high school athletes having press conferences. No, there shouldn't be a law, and, yes, it's well within any kid's right to hold a press conference. After all, they're just kids, they're just 17 or 18, and they aren't fully formed. My guess is that those who don't succeed will look back on the videotapes of the press conferences wistfully and somewhat embarrassed, contemplating how "out there" it was to command so much attention when, relatively speaking, they hadn't proved all that much in the world and that their toughest challenges were before them, not behind them.
Norman Dale, the basketball coach in "Hoosiers", had an interesting exchange with Barbara Hersehey's character, the fellow school teacher, asking whether it was wrong for a kid to be treated like a god, even if only for a short time, as most kids would die for that opportunity.
Apparently, most kids, if given the opportunity, would.
Is it wrong? That's very hard to say.
But the feeling isn't real, and it doesn't last forever.
And hopefully it doesn't represent the peak in one's life.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Book Review: "Johnny U: The Life and Times of Johnny Unitas"
I had read an excerpt of this book in Sports Illustrated over a month ago, and the excerpt served its purpose. I went out and bought the book, and, as is my wont, finished it in about a week. It's the story of one of the best quarterbacks in NFL history, the Colt great Johnny Unitas, and, also, the Baltimore (not to be confused with Indianapolis) Colts.
We have family in Baltimore, and the one thing that has struck me about their connection with sports, particularly baseball and football, is their sense of personal connection. Perhaps because Baltimore is a smaller town than Philadelphia, there is more of a chance for a connection -- living near a Colt or an Oriole -- and it's interesting to hear the septuagenarians talk with reverence about one-time Colt greats and one-time Oriole stars. My guess is that part of the difference is that many of those guys played on championship teams, while championships have been fewer and farther between in Philadelphia. Nonetheless, despite that critical difference, there's a level of warmth toward former Colts that I haven't sensed in other cities about their sports stars.
The Ravens may be in Baltimore now and, yes, they did win a Super Bowl several years ago, but nothing measures up in contemporary Baltimore still than the Colts of Johnny Unitas and the team that changed football forever with the televised victory over the New York Giants in the 1958 championship game. That game is a watershed for Baltimore football fans, and many a Baltimorean over 55 will still talk with reverance about their Colts (younger Baltimoreans will too and will forever comment on their disdain for the Irsay family, but those of a younger generation did not witness the Unitas-led Colts, especially in their prime) as if they were still playing.
Art Donovan.
Lenny Moore.
Alan Ameche.
Jim Parker.
Raymond Berry.
Big Daddy Lipscomb.
Tom Callahan captures that sense of community and warmth in this book, and it's a good read for several reasons. One, he focuses one of the two key players on that Colts' squad (the other being defensive lineman Gino Marchetti, who many credit with helping keep the Colts together as a team -- that said, there were many great players on that squad), Unitas, and does so with a thoroughness that belies the length of the book. He captures Johnny Unitas without going into painstaking detail about every game in every season as if he had to or else risk making the book incomplete. Second, he writes with the confidence of a veteran writer and works his craft well enough that he could write a relatively short book without giving his subject short shrift. In other words, he had the confidence to paint with broader strokes than pinpoint ones.
We're all better off for it.
The book is enjoyable on many fronts. You get a sense of the brilliance and competitive nature of Unitas, who was a coach on the field (seemingly the way Peyton Manning is today for the Colts of Indianapolis). You learn (in case you forgot) that the coach in the two most important games in NFL history -- the winning coach -- was Weeb Ewbank, who mentored the Colts in '58 and the Jets in the famous upset over the Colts in the '69 Super Bowl (despite not being revered as a great coach). Callahan works the facts like an old painting master, and the result is somewhat dazzling. How great were those Colts and Giants teams? How much would they cost to put together today? How, in the days of primeval scouting methods, were those teams able to gather such great assemblages of talent?
Callahan also gives the reader a solid sense of what the different Colts stars were all about, how tough some of them were, how smart and well-prepared others were (WR Raymond Berry prepared for games with amazing thoroughness, and the only contemporary analogy I could draw in my mind is how Red Sox pitcher Curt Schilling prepares for his starts). And then, of course, there was Johnny Unitas, always competing, never forgetting details of the game, working hard after practice to hone his craft and to make his team win.
In a sense, there are a few primary paths superstars take to their greatness. Some are fortunate enough to recognize their talents, work hard and have everything fall into place for them. Others hit roadblocks at various times in their athletic careers and overcome adversity; nothing was handed to them, and for a while they had to grab others' attention through their efforts and show doubters how good they were. Manning falls into the former category, and, until he established his greatness with the Colts, Unitas fell into the latter category. As everyone knows, he was a late-round pick whom his hometown Steelers cut. By contrast, Manning had the golden-boy career at Tennessee and was one of the most coveted first-round picks of the past quarter century. That said, Manning is a great quarterback, and there are elements of his game that invoke memories of Unitas's.
The book is a fine tribute to a hard worker and great competitor, one of the best quarterbacks of all time. It's a great read, and one that you should put on your list.
We have family in Baltimore, and the one thing that has struck me about their connection with sports, particularly baseball and football, is their sense of personal connection. Perhaps because Baltimore is a smaller town than Philadelphia, there is more of a chance for a connection -- living near a Colt or an Oriole -- and it's interesting to hear the septuagenarians talk with reverence about one-time Colt greats and one-time Oriole stars. My guess is that part of the difference is that many of those guys played on championship teams, while championships have been fewer and farther between in Philadelphia. Nonetheless, despite that critical difference, there's a level of warmth toward former Colts that I haven't sensed in other cities about their sports stars.
The Ravens may be in Baltimore now and, yes, they did win a Super Bowl several years ago, but nothing measures up in contemporary Baltimore still than the Colts of Johnny Unitas and the team that changed football forever with the televised victory over the New York Giants in the 1958 championship game. That game is a watershed for Baltimore football fans, and many a Baltimorean over 55 will still talk with reverance about their Colts (younger Baltimoreans will too and will forever comment on their disdain for the Irsay family, but those of a younger generation did not witness the Unitas-led Colts, especially in their prime) as if they were still playing.
Art Donovan.
Lenny Moore.
Alan Ameche.
Jim Parker.
Raymond Berry.
Big Daddy Lipscomb.
Tom Callahan captures that sense of community and warmth in this book, and it's a good read for several reasons. One, he focuses one of the two key players on that Colts' squad (the other being defensive lineman Gino Marchetti, who many credit with helping keep the Colts together as a team -- that said, there were many great players on that squad), Unitas, and does so with a thoroughness that belies the length of the book. He captures Johnny Unitas without going into painstaking detail about every game in every season as if he had to or else risk making the book incomplete. Second, he writes with the confidence of a veteran writer and works his craft well enough that he could write a relatively short book without giving his subject short shrift. In other words, he had the confidence to paint with broader strokes than pinpoint ones.
We're all better off for it.
The book is enjoyable on many fronts. You get a sense of the brilliance and competitive nature of Unitas, who was a coach on the field (seemingly the way Peyton Manning is today for the Colts of Indianapolis). You learn (in case you forgot) that the coach in the two most important games in NFL history -- the winning coach -- was Weeb Ewbank, who mentored the Colts in '58 and the Jets in the famous upset over the Colts in the '69 Super Bowl (despite not being revered as a great coach). Callahan works the facts like an old painting master, and the result is somewhat dazzling. How great were those Colts and Giants teams? How much would they cost to put together today? How, in the days of primeval scouting methods, were those teams able to gather such great assemblages of talent?
Callahan also gives the reader a solid sense of what the different Colts stars were all about, how tough some of them were, how smart and well-prepared others were (WR Raymond Berry prepared for games with amazing thoroughness, and the only contemporary analogy I could draw in my mind is how Red Sox pitcher Curt Schilling prepares for his starts). And then, of course, there was Johnny Unitas, always competing, never forgetting details of the game, working hard after practice to hone his craft and to make his team win.
In a sense, there are a few primary paths superstars take to their greatness. Some are fortunate enough to recognize their talents, work hard and have everything fall into place for them. Others hit roadblocks at various times in their athletic careers and overcome adversity; nothing was handed to them, and for a while they had to grab others' attention through their efforts and show doubters how good they were. Manning falls into the former category, and, until he established his greatness with the Colts, Unitas fell into the latter category. As everyone knows, he was a late-round pick whom his hometown Steelers cut. By contrast, Manning had the golden-boy career at Tennessee and was one of the most coveted first-round picks of the past quarter century. That said, Manning is a great quarterback, and there are elements of his game that invoke memories of Unitas's.
The book is a fine tribute to a hard worker and great competitor, one of the best quarterbacks of all time. It's a great read, and one that you should put on your list.
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