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You can tell so many different kinds of stories through sports. And sports provides you with the action that's going on behind the story. It's not "sports" exactly, it's what sports enables you to get to. I really like the fact that you never know how it's going to turn out, it's the unscripted quality ... the capacity to surprise you, constantly. There's not much in our culture that's that way. And people's passions are really involved in sports.
--Michael Lewis

Showing posts with label ESPN. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ESPN. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The New America: CHEAT!

The following is in response to a couple of college buds in the wake of the Ray Rice wife beating video.


Guys-

I thought/think the same as TB; TMZ [who broke the full video inside the elevator] (an LA company and reference, btw)! nuff said.

Add this to the Chomsky-an take of Americans not being stupid based upon their involvement in sports analysis, as being thoughtful about very complex things from trades to matchups. maybe he's added to his thesis. But when you think about sports turning over every rock to expose the vermin underneath, it makes the msm slimes "reporting" on EM08 (econ meltdown 2008) look like cub reporters. Let's not forget, the City of Bell scandal was an accidental discovery.

Other thoughts: with roids, here again, i think, we see the hidden hand of economics. when i was a kid in love with the Rams, a 300 pound lineman was a rarity, and, in fact, i only recall ONE: Roger Brown, who actually played for the Rams for a sec. Deacon Jones, a hall of famer and one of the most revered d-ends in history, would be a linebacker today - at best; he was a mere 235 or so.

Chasing the big brass ring of big bucks, the players are shockingly bigger, faster, stronger than ever. i mean, who ever heard of a lineman at 300 pounds who could clock a 4.6 forty and have a 26"-30" vert??? And some of them, like Michael Oher -- the subject (ostensibly) of Lewis' The Blind Side, one of the greatest books i've ever read -- who also was a huge lineman but could ball hoops and dunk!

Roids have long been associated with not just physical but mental performance; testosterone exhibits aggressiveness, pretty much a scientific fact. However, brains are complicated things and subject to a myriad of contingencies, from genetics to food to hydration to drugs (prescription and otherwise), let alone pollution. Now, with football, we throw in high impact, and you've a volatile lab. At least.

And of course, the leagues, owners and law enforcement don't care. There's simply way too much money, and here's where we come full circle: It's media, television, that, much like the Saudis funding Al-Qaeda (and trickle to Isis, Boko Haram and god knows how many other bad actors) - is the oil and gas greasing and fueling the infernal machine. There's other money too, but it pales.

On the athlete side, it's companies like Nike that provide the economic imperative, at least for the name athletes. Lance Armstrong was a Nike guy for how many years...? funny how Nike never made a commercial addressing the fact that Marion Jones -- a Nike athlete during the Olympics -- did a perp walk while king roids Armstrong gets to do a mea culpa on Oprah and retire to his home in the Hamptons. What a bunch of Janus faced donkey crap.

When have you ever heard Sportscenter lead with: ESPN will not broadcast teams that do not avidly police illegal drug use, because anything that provides an edge beyond your genes and work ethic happens to be CHEATING. Furthermore, that goes for anyone caught fixing games, including refs.

Other than Congress and Wall Street, I've never seen such in your face cheating. Look at the World Cup - confirmed cheating (refs again). It's a stark contrast to my childhood and while what Uncle Scam and Wall Street do makes my head explode, perhaps sports provides the greatest lessons of all, simply because of the passions involved.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Chris Herren: "Unguarded"


Some people meditate. I got the pot sink. This is where I found myself.
--Chris Herren

What's valor? Maybe a better question is, what's valorized?

About six months ago, fellow hoop head Johnny S and I were talking and he mentioned the Jonathan Hock, ESPN 30 for 30 doc on Chris Herren, Unguarded. As someone who's been following hoops all my life I knew the surface story about Herren, but when Johnny told me about this flick I made that mental note that sticks.

It's not a great story insofar as surprise, mystery or forecasting. In fact, it's the classic predictable tragedy made right and triumph, much like The Pursuit of Happiness. Yet it's really moving, and credit goes to Hock, who edits Unguarded masterfully, weaving different presentations by the now clean Herren deftly to  various audiences: youth, druggies and cons.

This story formula could have easily sunk to pandering, and the truth is that the major credit must be paid to Herren who deals straight and with the voice of the real behind him, exerting a solid undercurrent that builds empathy.

The coda has his current life in stride; wife and kids, the fans who loved, then  reviled and now respect him, all back on board. That of course is a great thing, but for me, the most moving parts of stories where people triumph over adversity are those moments, those turning points, where a crossroad is approached. For  Malcolm, it was lying in prison, his mind coming alive through books. With Herren, his was also a punishment; having to wash dishes in solitary, the pot sink room, for hours on end. It's where he was alone with the biggest hurdle; himself.

It gets better, and speaks to a rare quality in individuals, the ability to introspect, to really get down and look at yourself. He speaks in the coda about how one day he noticed something about his behavior, that where once before, for years on end, he'd taken his shaver and toothbrush into the shower, but all of a sudden with sobriety, he'd stopped.

And in an insight that speaks as much to psychology as to that ability to really observe yourself, he said that now he was able to look at himself in the mirror.