Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Friday, August 7, 2020

A Melancholy Tale

     They say that all good things must end someday. -- Chad and Jeremy

     The C.S.O. and I decided to do something yesterday that I wouldn’t have predicted even two weeks ago. That is: we decided to terminate our cable-TV service.

     We’d had it for quite a while – nearly forty years. A great part of the reason is that I’m a massive New York Yankees fan, and she’s a die-hard New York Rangers fan. Going to games in person costs us more time, effort, and annoyance than the enjoyment we get from them, so we’ve preferred to watch them when they’re telecast.

     But today we have the spectacle of millionaire athletes claiming to be “oppressed,” of their colleagues taking a knee during the national anthem, and of club owners and executives kowtowing to the Black Lives Matter crap. Baseball and ice hockey, the sports we watched to be free of our cares and the troubles of the world for just a couple of hours, had been politicized, and in the very worst way. We couldn’t enjoy them any more.

     So I called our provider and terminated the TV service. The company representative asked why, and I told her. Her reaction was sad: “Well, we can’t do much about that.” I wasn’t about to argue.

     I suppose there will be spinoff benefits. I’ll be saving about $100 per month. Also, we’ll have more time to work, more time to read, and more time to think. But those are the things we retreated into sports fandom to get away from for a little while.

     Ironically, among the reasons sports are enjoyable to the fan are that:

  1. We can grasp the rules of the game;
  2. And they don’t change while it’s being played.

     (Yeah, yeah, I know: the Pine Tar game. But that was an exceptional exception.) Compare the relative stability of the rules of pro sports to our current social and political turmoil.

     As I write this, it occurs to me that there are probably others in the same boat: persons who have cable-TV subscriptions mainly if not exclusively to bring them sports telecasts. How many of them are wholly disgusted by what’s happened to pro sports? How many will elect to “tough it out” until sanity and decency return, and how many will “cut the cord” rather than endure it? If the latter are numerous enough, the cable-TV providers will take a lot of damage.

     I’ve been “filling the gap” by watching snooker videos on YouTube. They’ve made me a big fan of Ronnie O’Sullivan. However, there aren’t all that many really good ones, and Beth finds them boring. Maybe we’ll start watching Australian rules football. Can you get that over the Internet?

Monday, November 18, 2019

Quickies: The Ultimate, Finally-The-Last Word On Colin Kaepernick And The NFL

     Paul Mirengoff of Power Line provides it:

     During a recess late in a trial where the plaintiff alleged he had been fired due to his race and/or his age, a federal district court judge said to his law clerk:
     Sure, this guy was discriminated against. But he wasn’t discriminated against because he’s black and he wasn’t discriminated against because he’s over 40. He was discriminated because he’s an a**hole.

     Please read the rest.

     The C.S.O. and I stopped watching NFL football when the “anthem kneeling” protests erupted. We were unwilling to abuse our eyes with the spectacle of millionaire prima-donna athletes whining or pantomiming about “racial discrimination” in a league that’s now over 50% black. The Kaepernick foofaurauw was minor by comparison – but the NFL’s willingness to grant him a tryout, with representatives from 25 of its 32 teams in attendance, has confirmed the wisdom of our decision. That Kaepernick pissed all over it was merely a toxic icing for an already inedible cake.

     If there are any actual, self-respecting men remaining in the NFL, I must ask them, both honestly and candidly: Why are you still there? Don’t you realize what your associations are doing to your reputation? Are you really unaware that we are judged, far more often than not, by the company we keep – and that this applies to star athletes quite as much as to anyone else?

     Should this sort of lunacy ever overcome baseball and ice hockey, I’ll give up on organized sports completely.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Quickies: Who’s Watching Them Now?

     First, have some mood music from a few years back. Then perhaps we should turn the question inside out:

     Titans wide receiver Rishard Matthews tweeted that if a new rule requiring professional football players to stand during the national anthem is instituted, he will quit the NFL. That was immediately after NFL commissioner Roger Goodell issued a statement that all players should stand for the Anthem. Rumors followed that a rule was soon coming down.

     According to WSMV News 4, Matthews of the Tennessee Titans tweeted, “No I will be done playing football”. They grabbed a screenshot of the tweet which was quickly deleted.

     The player mentioned above is unknown to me. Then again, most NFL players are unknown to me. The rest will quickly become unknown, as we at the Fortress of Crankitude no longer watch NFL games. Herewith, three questions:

  • Who still watches NFL games?
  • Why?
  • What would cause him to refrain?

     The league might not be around too much longer. It’s already lost about a third of its viewership, and sponsors have noticed. Given that a typical NFL franchise spends by far the greater part of its revenues on player salaries, those salaries are swiftly becoming unaffordable. That should provide a rather stern lesson to Roger Goodell and his cronies, to say nothing of the several players who’ve “taken a knee” during the Star Spangled Banner to protest their “oppression.”

     Say, remember when the newly elected President Bill (not Hillary) Clinton promised us a Cabinet that “looks like America” -- ? Maybe if we had an NFL that “looks like America”...or at least, one that doesn’t sneer at us evil white folk...naah:

Sunday, September 24, 2017

The Demise Of Pro Sports

     The four major team sports are going to Hell simultaneously. For several decades Americans have enjoyed professional team sports as a refreshing diversion from mundane cares. Yet today, at a time when the promotion of pro sports has reached pain-threshold levels and the amount of money annually invested in American pro sports franchises and their associated industries approaches $1 trillion, we’re turning away from them in droves. Clearly, it’s time for the subject and its trends to receive appropriately Curmudgeonly attention.


     Sports originated from the play impulse that mated to our aggressive natures, subordinated them, and transformed them into ways to compete that don’t involve bloodshed. Team sports were “put to work” to teach cooperation and constructive competition to the young. In this we see the reason that amateur sports were for so long esteemed above professional sports: the ideal was to play “for love of the game,” for its “may the best man win” axiom and for its implicit moral-ethical lessons.

     How far we have fallen! Today’s team sports are essentially indistinguishable from the bloody spectacles of the panem et circenses era of the Roman Coliseum. Even ice hockey, for a long time the epitome of rough-yet-sportsmanlike competition, has deteriorated.

     Our current foofaurauw over pro athletes’ open displays of contempt for the nation, its anthem, and its flag are mere symptoms. To find the disease, we must look deeper.


     To those of you who don’t share my enthusiasm for ice hockey: my sincere apologies (you Philistines), but my survey of the deterioration will begin with a figure few will remember and many will not recognize at all: former New York Rangers general manager Craig Patrick.

     I recall vividly a televised interview Patrick gave to Rangers’ play-by-play announcer Jim Gordon. Gordon asked Patrick, who as the team’s GM was heavily involved in player recruitment, what sort of recruits he favored. Perhaps Gordon expected a litany of vital on-ice skills the Rangers needed. He didn’t get it. Patrick surprised him (and no doubt much of the TV audience) by saying that character was paramount: He said that he looked for players with “the kind of character we want.” Moreover, he meant it exactly as would any ordinary person. His selections of players for the Rangers to sign testified to his sincerity. This, during the era of ever intensifying on-ice brutality exemplified and dominated by the “Broad Street Bullies:” the Philadelphia Flyers.

     Then as now, ice hockey was the least profitable of the four major pro sports. Many NHL franchises operated at the break-even or lose-a-little level. Yet for decades it had been a curious mix of punishing physical play and great gentility. Indeed, for a long time there was an informal rule that in a match between teams A and B, if both of team A’s goalies were to suffer disabling injuries during play, team B was required to lend its backup goalie to team A for the remainder of the game. Moreover, the “borrowed” goalie was expected to play his best...and on the occasions when the “rule” was invoked, that was exactly the case.

     Talk about sportsmanship! Can you imagine anything like that happening in a pro team sport today? Nevertheless, it was so. The sport often derided as “gang warfare with clubs” (“I went to the fights last night and a hockey game broke out”) was the one that exhibited the highest imaginable standards of may-the-best-man-win good grace.

     But change was on the way. Sports-oriented cable channels were emerging. They needed content and were willing to pay for it. The content that would command the highest advertising revenues would command the largest fee to its providers, and the advertisers favored winners. The paradoxically brutal yet graceful sport of ice hockey began to shed its prior character in favor of a “Winning Is Everything” ethic. In this it trailed the other pro sports, though only by a decade or so.


     The flood of money into pro sports made possible by the nationwide embrace of television caused them to put winning above all other considerations. But when winning is everything, character cannot be allowed to stand in the way. An athlete with superior (if only barely) skills would be valued over an athlete with superior character. An athlete willing to brutalize or cheat to enhance his on-field performance would be preferred to an athlete with scruples who insists upon obeying the rules of the sport. Those who rallied to the new ethic, the Rafael Palmeiros and Jack Tatums, multiplied and grew rich. The exceptions, the Hobey Bakers and Grant Hills, dwindled.

     Where money is plentiful, we will always find persons who value money above all things. Where the way to great wealth is brutality and dishonesty, there will be those who pursue it with those tools. Where brutality and dishonesty are tolerated for the profits they bring, they will become prevalent.

     But good character is of a single weave. The man of good character doesn’t brutalize, cheat, or show contempt for the nation that makes it possible for him to become wealthy. Thus, we should not be surprised that a growing number of pro athletes display brutality and dishonesty and a lack of respect for the United States and its symbols.


     Yes, there’s a backlash in progress. Viewers disgusted with contemporary pro athletes’ various faults are “tuning out” of pro sports. The recently televised Monday Night Football game between the San Francisco 49ers and the Los Angeles Rams was held in a largely empty stadium, and was watched by a relatively small television audience. The message was not lost on those who track such things.

     Still, audience disaffiliation takes time to work. We must not expect a swift turnaround in the state of affairs. Baseball players continue to “juice.” Football players continue to commit conspicuous off-the-field crimes. Basketball players continue to father bastards. Hockey players are growing more violent by the season. And there are disparagers of the nation in all four sports.

     What of amateur sports? Do they even exist today, except as veneers over covert pay-to-play arrangements that violate the meaning of the word? If so, are they gaining an audience, or are they being treated as meaningless and uninteresting “because there’s no money in it?”

     Stay tuned.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Sunday Quickies

I don’t have any essay-size topics for today, and a bunchaton of domestic chores and other practical matters to address, so I hope you won’t be too let down by the following quick emissions:

First, to the anonymous commenter of a week ago who was curious to read more about the life of Paul of Tarsus, my parish priest Father Edward Kealey recommends two works by Father Jerome Murphy-O’Connor:

The former is more scholarly; the latter is written in a more narrative, almost novelistic style.

Second, in connection with the demise of Saints Peter and Paul and the “sub-apostolic” period that followed, Father Ed made some interesting observations just this morning, about the “house churches” that predominated during those years. The absence of towering personalities who had direct acquaintance with Jesus seems to have brought about a recognition that the faith itself would persist and continue to gain allegiants despite the departure of the last of His Disciples from mortal life. The hundreds of what we might call “micro-churches” today, though they functioned independently from one another, nevertheless maintained a communion of faith that saw the Church through its difficult early years to the culminating events of the Fourth Century and the Council of Nicaea, when most of the Christian doctrines we uphold today were first formalized.

If only the many fragmented descendants of Christendom could agree on such an overarching communion in this century: the separation of the key elements of our faith from the opinions of mere humans and divergences of ritual. The world would be a far better place for it. (And I say that only partly because I’m tired of being accused of “worshipping” the Blessed Virgin.)

Third, to the several Gentle Readers who wrote to inquire about the following:

...especially on a Saturday morning on which, to my considerable surprise, I find myself remarkably pain-free.

It’s just old-age stuff. Really. No need to worry about me.

Fourth:

  • To Yankees fans: Don’t hate the Red Sox. Not every year is our year, you know. We’ll get ‘em next season...assuming we can field a team that can leave its crutches and Electric Mobility scooters in the dugout.
  • To Giants fans: “bye-weeks” really are Hell, aren’t they?
  • And to Rangers fans: Go, Derek Stepan and Carl Hagelin! Bravo!

And may God bless and keep you all!