A week from today, the year 2016 begins. Many people make resolutions to make changes in their life with the change in calendars. How many people make the changes stick?
I've done it before. I need to do it again.
Five years ago, I was a mess physically. I weighed 270 pounds, rarely exercised, and felt awful more days than I felt good. It was difficult get through the day without taking some sort of stomach medication, especially Alka Seltzer. I could only imagine what my blood pressure was regularly.
I found my blood pressure in the 180/110 range. That's a stroke waiting to happen.
By September, 2011, my weight was at 200 pounds, my blood pressure under control and the omeprazole (read Prilosec) was working on my stomach. I actually felt good, but still wasn't exercising regularly. I reached 180 pounds by June of 2012, with low level walking.
Well, I have slid back into some habits that have returned my weight to 220 pounds. While my blood pressure is under control, and I excercise with an average level of exertion three times a week. I can actually referee basketball at an elementary and middle school level. In the gym, I work out on an elliptical for 45 minutes, and do a little ab work.
I need the weight to come off again. I need to be more careful about what I eat, especially my portion control. I must be more careful. I want the 180 pounds again, and with exercise, it should be even better with improved physical condition.
I can do it. If I can do it, anyone can. Please make the change. You don't want to die too early. Someone loves you. Don't ask me why.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
I Believe in Santa Claus
As we are all adults here, I will speak directly. I am fifty years old, and I believe in Santa Claus.
The fat man in the red suit at the North Pole? That Santa Claus?
Yes, I do. In theory.
In my own time as a kid, we always opened our presents on Christmas Eve, before the Big Man made his trip. It made me wonder, but I took it on faith.
I eventually taught my own children that I believe in Santa Claus. Santa is the embodiment of the best things we do as people. Where kindness is shown, Santa is there. Where a hand reaches out to help, Santa is there. Where love is shown to those hard to love, Santa is there. Even where someone stands up for another who is unwilling or able to stand up for themselves, Santa is there.
I have some examples of Santa in action:
A young man I coached a few years ago happens to be an exceptional athlete. When his high school career ends this spring, he should end up with 11 varsity letters. However, he works part time at a grocery store. He has $20 in his pocket to buy lunch and a couple of other things on a Sunday. Enter an elderly lady buying necessities and is $20 short at the register. Enter an athlete, willing to give everything he had to help someone meet their needs. He is not just an exceptional athlete, he is Santa. Santa is real.
A man I have become acquainted with spent his life as Santa. A firefighter by trade, he served his city for many years before retiring. When other people ran out of burning buildings, he ran in. Sometimes, the gift is the gift of life. Santa is real.
By the way, Santa tends to run in families: this firefighter's son completed his basic training in the United States Marine Corps. The hand reaches to help those you work with, too. If they get better, stronger, and believe in themselves, that gift may never be repaid. Santa is real.
I have a couple of friends in law enforcement. One, recently promoted to Sergeant, is always ready to help someone in need, and has been in the conversation for Officer of the Year annually. Another spends his free time coaching High School Basketball and Softball. He coaches for the game that starts at age 18, too. They and their brethren have had a rough year in public opinion, but every one of them is ready to give everything they have to keep their communities safe. Santa is real.
Working in the medical field, I see a lot of gifts given: Gift of Life, Gift of Hope, Gift of Health. The radiology department at our hospital annuals adopts a family and provides presents, food, and personal items. We also donate food to our clinic designed for people without health insurance. Santa is real.
We hear about horrible things happening in San Bernardino and Paris. We hear about war and rumors of war. We hear about about athletic thugs committing crimes and continuing to play their game because winning is more important. I say there is more out there to be optimistic about. For every bad incident, thousands more instances of people giving a gift to someone else goes unnoticed. Every time those gifts are given, it is support for the existence of the red suit.
Santa is real.
The fat man in the red suit at the North Pole? That Santa Claus?
Yes, I do. In theory.
In my own time as a kid, we always opened our presents on Christmas Eve, before the Big Man made his trip. It made me wonder, but I took it on faith.
I eventually taught my own children that I believe in Santa Claus. Santa is the embodiment of the best things we do as people. Where kindness is shown, Santa is there. Where a hand reaches out to help, Santa is there. Where love is shown to those hard to love, Santa is there. Even where someone stands up for another who is unwilling or able to stand up for themselves, Santa is there.
I have some examples of Santa in action:
A young man I coached a few years ago happens to be an exceptional athlete. When his high school career ends this spring, he should end up with 11 varsity letters. However, he works part time at a grocery store. He has $20 in his pocket to buy lunch and a couple of other things on a Sunday. Enter an elderly lady buying necessities and is $20 short at the register. Enter an athlete, willing to give everything he had to help someone meet their needs. He is not just an exceptional athlete, he is Santa. Santa is real.
A man I have become acquainted with spent his life as Santa. A firefighter by trade, he served his city for many years before retiring. When other people ran out of burning buildings, he ran in. Sometimes, the gift is the gift of life. Santa is real.
By the way, Santa tends to run in families: this firefighter's son completed his basic training in the United States Marine Corps. The hand reaches to help those you work with, too. If they get better, stronger, and believe in themselves, that gift may never be repaid. Santa is real.
I have a couple of friends in law enforcement. One, recently promoted to Sergeant, is always ready to help someone in need, and has been in the conversation for Officer of the Year annually. Another spends his free time coaching High School Basketball and Softball. He coaches for the game that starts at age 18, too. They and their brethren have had a rough year in public opinion, but every one of them is ready to give everything they have to keep their communities safe. Santa is real.
Working in the medical field, I see a lot of gifts given: Gift of Life, Gift of Hope, Gift of Health. The radiology department at our hospital annuals adopts a family and provides presents, food, and personal items. We also donate food to our clinic designed for people without health insurance. Santa is real.
We hear about horrible things happening in San Bernardino and Paris. We hear about war and rumors of war. We hear about about athletic thugs committing crimes and continuing to play their game because winning is more important. I say there is more out there to be optimistic about. For every bad incident, thousands more instances of people giving a gift to someone else goes unnoticed. Every time those gifts are given, it is support for the existence of the red suit.
Santa is real.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Giving Thanks
The United States was the first country to celebrate a holiday specifically for giving thanks. Instituted during the Lincoln Administration, Thanksgiving has been lost in the shuffle, buried under commercialism, gluttony, and football.
The mindset of modern America seems to equate thankfulness with weakness. If you are thankful, you are dependent on something or someone else. You didn't do it by yourself, you had some help. You had to have someone pave the way. You were weak.
I do not agree.
A person wrapped up by themselves make a really small package. If you do it all by yourself, you will only get what your effort can provide. It flies in the face of our love affair with sports. In football, try moving the ball without someone else blocking. In baseball, the individual vs. nine game, the best are successful only 30% of the time. In basketball, five team players usually beat five individual players.
As a high school golfer, I hated the notion of team golf. Might have more to do with being rather unlikeable at the time, but I hated the idea of playing well but losing. I wanted it in my lap, regardless of how my talent level wasn't what I believed it to be. I was the weak link, and I am thankful for those guys who were my teammates now. They helped me discover what I could do if I worked at it.
As a coach, I taught team ahead of individual. We worked on individual skills early in practice and brought everybody together to make a team at the end. I'm thankful I had kids that listened, and parents that bought in with what I was teaching.
I am thankful for living the United States. It is a place where I have to the opportunity to find a team to achieve more than I could on my own. I'm thankful for the opportunity to succed or fail at what I have been called to do. It's not about me, but I have the opportunity. All I want is the opportunity.
I am thankful for the people that served, fought, and died to make this country free. Without their sacrifice, no one gets the opportunity to succed or fail.
I am thankful for family, friends and co-workers who support each other as we try to succed and bounce back from failure.
I encourage you to reflect on what makes you give thanks.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
What I Saw This Week
I am generally a pretty observant individual. It is a trait that makes me a candidate for officiating whatever sport may be at hand. I pick up nuances and details a lot of people miss. With proper schooling, I could have been a doctor. As a doctor, I don't have to call it immediately. I just need to be accurate.
So, what did I see this week?
-I saw sixty degree weather turn into six inches of snow. Doesn't happen in Florida, but Northern Indiana is good for that. Might have something to do with that large body of water called Lake Michigan. In fact, the wind chill factor this morning is around zero degrees. As a softball coach, if your under 12, I'm cancelling practice. If you're over 12, focus.
-I saw a sixth grade boys basketball coach get tossed from a game. I didn't do it: my officiating partner did. As a long time coach, I will never understand how coaches of kids who aren't even teenagers yet want perfection out of the officials and the players. You, as a coach, aren't perfect and you don't control what the officials call or don't call. Get over it and focus on what you can do to help your players get better. Leave working officials for the guys who get paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to coach. When you get there, you will have earned the right.
-I saw an observation solidified: the better the players, the better the officials calling the game. It's a simple matter of percentages: the more things the players do right, the more obvious the errors and fouls. When the younger kids do something right, the more beautiful it is to watch when it happens. Otherwise, just keep encouraging them. The freakish level of athleticism required to earn professional contracts are just not available to everyone.
-I saw a puppy buried. We adopted a pug at the end of September with knowledge she might be pregnant. She delivered four beautiful pup on November 3. We watched one, temporarily named River, stop eating, be hand fed, and decline. She passed Thursday evening. I saw my kids and wife bounce back. I look forward to seeing the three remaining pups get bigger and stronger. Right now, these pugs look like little teddy bears.
Take the time to really see things you don't normally see this week.
So, what did I see this week?
-I saw sixty degree weather turn into six inches of snow. Doesn't happen in Florida, but Northern Indiana is good for that. Might have something to do with that large body of water called Lake Michigan. In fact, the wind chill factor this morning is around zero degrees. As a softball coach, if your under 12, I'm cancelling practice. If you're over 12, focus.
-I saw a sixth grade boys basketball coach get tossed from a game. I didn't do it: my officiating partner did. As a long time coach, I will never understand how coaches of kids who aren't even teenagers yet want perfection out of the officials and the players. You, as a coach, aren't perfect and you don't control what the officials call or don't call. Get over it and focus on what you can do to help your players get better. Leave working officials for the guys who get paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to coach. When you get there, you will have earned the right.
-I saw an observation solidified: the better the players, the better the officials calling the game. It's a simple matter of percentages: the more things the players do right, the more obvious the errors and fouls. When the younger kids do something right, the more beautiful it is to watch when it happens. Otherwise, just keep encouraging them. The freakish level of athleticism required to earn professional contracts are just not available to everyone.
-I saw a puppy buried. We adopted a pug at the end of September with knowledge she might be pregnant. She delivered four beautiful pup on November 3. We watched one, temporarily named River, stop eating, be hand fed, and decline. She passed Thursday evening. I saw my kids and wife bounce back. I look forward to seeing the three remaining pups get bigger and stronger. Right now, these pugs look like little teddy bears.
Take the time to really see things you don't normally see this week.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Keep Them In Your Prayers
I seldom write about local events, but one this week has hit closer to home. While I'm not in that circle, it has brought to mind a wave of memories and how grateful we should be for transparency.
The event was a murder in Indianapolis of a pastor's wife, a one year-old at home and another on the way. It appeared to be a home invasion that led to the shooting, two lives cut too short and many people shaking their collective heads in disbelief.
Most people are shaking their head in academic disbelief: How can this happen? Why did this happen? It is so terrible. They are right.
The young wife and mother was Amanda Blackburn. Her parents are Phil and Robin Byars. He is a pastor, too. For the best part of fourteen years, he was one of my pastors. For the best part of a decade, he taught the Master's Class, which my wife and I attended.
Phil Byars is one of the finest teachers I have had in any classroom. Having two B.A. degrees in Social Sciences and Business, I have had a few teachers. Phil blew them all away.
He used an inductive teaching style. He would pose the situation, and then listen. He would take the answer and probe, challenge, guide, direct to the understanding of the subject. It takes great knowledge and love for both the subject and the student. Phil knew the Bible and loved the people in the Master's Class. You didn't have to ask him: you just listened.
It is no surprise he was made the Lead Pastor of First Baptist Church. The down side is he can't preach with the inductive teaching style. He can still teach. And it is still done with great love.
One thing about Phil's teaching was that he abhorred the academic answer: an answer that sounds good but has no practical application. If you dared to give an academic answer in his class, be prepared to tell what that looks like in real life. If you couldn't make it practical, it wasn't of use.
Robin matched Phil with her support, her knowledge, and her love. She knew the Bible as well as anyone, and brought an answer in support of Phil's teaching. I remember a number classes opening with Phil's word, "After class last week, Robin pointed out..."
We watched Amanda grow through her middle school and high school years, not up close, but knowing she was being taught and shepherded the way we were each week. She had a great model of teaching in her father and a great model for a pastor's wife in her mother. I can't help but believe something incredible was going to happen with her life. She was working with her husband, planting churches.
As I write this, the celebration of Amanda Blackburn's life is beginning in Indianapolis. We ache for the Amanda's husband and son, for Phil and Robin and her siblings, James and Amber. It would be academic to bring a cliche'. It takes knowledge and love. These attributes are not in short supply.
The event was a murder in Indianapolis of a pastor's wife, a one year-old at home and another on the way. It appeared to be a home invasion that led to the shooting, two lives cut too short and many people shaking their collective heads in disbelief.
Most people are shaking their head in academic disbelief: How can this happen? Why did this happen? It is so terrible. They are right.
The young wife and mother was Amanda Blackburn. Her parents are Phil and Robin Byars. He is a pastor, too. For the best part of fourteen years, he was one of my pastors. For the best part of a decade, he taught the Master's Class, which my wife and I attended.
Phil Byars is one of the finest teachers I have had in any classroom. Having two B.A. degrees in Social Sciences and Business, I have had a few teachers. Phil blew them all away.
He used an inductive teaching style. He would pose the situation, and then listen. He would take the answer and probe, challenge, guide, direct to the understanding of the subject. It takes great knowledge and love for both the subject and the student. Phil knew the Bible and loved the people in the Master's Class. You didn't have to ask him: you just listened.
It is no surprise he was made the Lead Pastor of First Baptist Church. The down side is he can't preach with the inductive teaching style. He can still teach. And it is still done with great love.
One thing about Phil's teaching was that he abhorred the academic answer: an answer that sounds good but has no practical application. If you dared to give an academic answer in his class, be prepared to tell what that looks like in real life. If you couldn't make it practical, it wasn't of use.
Robin matched Phil with her support, her knowledge, and her love. She knew the Bible as well as anyone, and brought an answer in support of Phil's teaching. I remember a number classes opening with Phil's word, "After class last week, Robin pointed out..."
We watched Amanda grow through her middle school and high school years, not up close, but knowing she was being taught and shepherded the way we were each week. She had a great model of teaching in her father and a great model for a pastor's wife in her mother. I can't help but believe something incredible was going to happen with her life. She was working with her husband, planting churches.
As I write this, the celebration of Amanda Blackburn's life is beginning in Indianapolis. We ache for the Amanda's husband and son, for Phil and Robin and her siblings, James and Amber. It would be academic to bring a cliche'. It takes knowledge and love. These attributes are not in short supply.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Postseason Blues and Officials Stripes
I know it has been a while since I have written. My only excuse is a lack of interest and too much to do.
I found the baseball playoffs less than interesting. Maybe the biggest reason is a lack of available games on television. The American League seemed to always be on FoxSports1, while TBS and TNT seemed to be the general outlet for most of the games. The World Series finally made it to the big stage on Fox, but by then, casual fans are more interested in football. Tends to happen in early November.
I am not sure why Major League Baseball is so set on destroying it's fan base. Let's take the biggest stage in baseball and hide the majority of the games, especially the Toronto Blue Jays. The winner of the division with both the Yankees and the Red Sox are still a mystery to most baseball fans because their games were afternoon starts on the obscure FoxSports1. Also, let's start playoff games so late that future fans can't see heroes being made because they're in bed instead of watching the game.
I remember the split concentration at school, wondering how the playoff games were going. I ran home from the bus to find out what was going on. Kids don't see it that way today, noses in their smart phones and wrapped in the world of texting their friends, FaceTime or Skype. A number of the best player who will spend time in the Major Leagues someday have probably asked the question, "Who's in the World Series?"
Hey, MLB, get this stuff right. A great game will go down the tubes because you sacrificed future fans for current money.
-I was going to skip the noise around Greg Hardy and the domestic violence charges that were expunged. In light of the pictures that came forward, it brought to mind the subject of character and sports.
Sports reveals character. The large number of appearances of NFL players on police blotters shows that we are a society of settling for the look of a winner and not actually being one. We look like a winner in high school, and it's okay he slapped his girlfriend around. In college, he split her lip, but he could play ball and we needed it to bring in those alumni dollars from a great football program. Now he's in the NFL and it's big news that he engages in domestic violence.
Women, girls and children being sacrificed on the altar of football.
-My volleyball season as an official was good enough that I have a number of games lined up for next fall. I passed the basketball official's exam and have a number of games scheduled, starting this Thursday. Primarily elementary basketball schedule at the moment, but will possibly see some middle school and maybe even freshman games before the end of the season.
However, I have discovered there are almost 3,500 basketball officials in the stat eof Indiana. Seems like too many to me.
I found the baseball playoffs less than interesting. Maybe the biggest reason is a lack of available games on television. The American League seemed to always be on FoxSports1, while TBS and TNT seemed to be the general outlet for most of the games. The World Series finally made it to the big stage on Fox, but by then, casual fans are more interested in football. Tends to happen in early November.
I am not sure why Major League Baseball is so set on destroying it's fan base. Let's take the biggest stage in baseball and hide the majority of the games, especially the Toronto Blue Jays. The winner of the division with both the Yankees and the Red Sox are still a mystery to most baseball fans because their games were afternoon starts on the obscure FoxSports1. Also, let's start playoff games so late that future fans can't see heroes being made because they're in bed instead of watching the game.
I remember the split concentration at school, wondering how the playoff games were going. I ran home from the bus to find out what was going on. Kids don't see it that way today, noses in their smart phones and wrapped in the world of texting their friends, FaceTime or Skype. A number of the best player who will spend time in the Major Leagues someday have probably asked the question, "Who's in the World Series?"
Hey, MLB, get this stuff right. A great game will go down the tubes because you sacrificed future fans for current money.
-I was going to skip the noise around Greg Hardy and the domestic violence charges that were expunged. In light of the pictures that came forward, it brought to mind the subject of character and sports.
Sports reveals character. The large number of appearances of NFL players on police blotters shows that we are a society of settling for the look of a winner and not actually being one. We look like a winner in high school, and it's okay he slapped his girlfriend around. In college, he split her lip, but he could play ball and we needed it to bring in those alumni dollars from a great football program. Now he's in the NFL and it's big news that he engages in domestic violence.
Women, girls and children being sacrificed on the altar of football.
-My volleyball season as an official was good enough that I have a number of games lined up for next fall. I passed the basketball official's exam and have a number of games scheduled, starting this Thursday. Primarily elementary basketball schedule at the moment, but will possibly see some middle school and maybe even freshman games before the end of the season.
However, I have discovered there are almost 3,500 basketball officials in the stat eof Indiana. Seems like too many to me.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Questions? No Answers Here
A few questions running through my mind while my wife watched Downton Abbey while the Seahawks are getting ready to kick off. Compromises, Compromises.
-Did Joe Maddon and Kris Bryant really make that much difference for the Cubs? They would lead any other division in baseball, after being an average or less team for several years.
-The Seahawks are 0-1 before tonight's game, but it's not time to push the panic button. The Champion always gets everyone's best shot. The Seahawks are still the NFC Champions, a couple of yards and one completion away from back-to-back Super Bowls. Or one Marshawn Lynch run. At least I'm not bitter about it.
-Are the Blue Jays really a juggernaut? Their trade deadline moves have been solid, and the team has played very well. Look out for them in the playoffs.
-Interesting how the Big Ten has the first two spots in the weekly poll. So much for it being an SEC world and we're living in it. Maybe Brett Bielema should have stayed in Wisconsin. Gotta wonder how this will play out. Love College Football.
-The United States found a way to win the Solheim Cup today. Controversy showed the way. Match play, for the uninitiated, means that sometime putts are "given" or "conceded". A nice way of saying you're going ot make it, so it's good. Suzanne Pettersen refused to concede a put and the U.S. rode the momentum to the win. Moral of the story:-Just do the right thing.
-If you read this blog consistenly, you know that I have gone from coach to official. This week found some last minute work including my first Varsity Volleyball match. It went without incident, but the truth is, the match was over before it started. One team was overmatched, both by talent and experience. It was hard to watch.
-Had my one round of golf for the year, too. I shot 86, with two balls in the water. I spent a day to treasure with my oldest brother. Just the two of us, playing golf together on the course our dad played, the one I grew up playing. He shot a career best. Glad I could see it.
-So, am I off base?
-Did Joe Maddon and Kris Bryant really make that much difference for the Cubs? They would lead any other division in baseball, after being an average or less team for several years.
-The Seahawks are 0-1 before tonight's game, but it's not time to push the panic button. The Champion always gets everyone's best shot. The Seahawks are still the NFC Champions, a couple of yards and one completion away from back-to-back Super Bowls. Or one Marshawn Lynch run. At least I'm not bitter about it.
-Are the Blue Jays really a juggernaut? Their trade deadline moves have been solid, and the team has played very well. Look out for them in the playoffs.
-Interesting how the Big Ten has the first two spots in the weekly poll. So much for it being an SEC world and we're living in it. Maybe Brett Bielema should have stayed in Wisconsin. Gotta wonder how this will play out. Love College Football.
-The United States found a way to win the Solheim Cup today. Controversy showed the way. Match play, for the uninitiated, means that sometime putts are "given" or "conceded". A nice way of saying you're going ot make it, so it's good. Suzanne Pettersen refused to concede a put and the U.S. rode the momentum to the win. Moral of the story:-Just do the right thing.
-If you read this blog consistenly, you know that I have gone from coach to official. This week found some last minute work including my first Varsity Volleyball match. It went without incident, but the truth is, the match was over before it started. One team was overmatched, both by talent and experience. It was hard to watch.
-Had my one round of golf for the year, too. I shot 86, with two balls in the water. I spent a day to treasure with my oldest brother. Just the two of us, playing golf together on the course our dad played, the one I grew up playing. He shot a career best. Glad I could see it.
-So, am I off base?
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Why I Love Sports
I have a son who used to love sports. He played baseball the most, hockey pretty well, a little basketball and soccer. I played a little bit of everything over the years, mosty recreational because the opportunities to play organized sports were much less in my day. If I had been wiser, maybe I would be a household name. You're right, probably not.
Still, I love sports. They are a part of my life and will be as long as I live. I guess the question is Why?
Did you watch Joe Montana take the 49ers down the field to win a Super Bowl, turning Sam Wyche into a certified basket case?
Do you know the feel of a perfectly struck iron shot?
Remember Dr. J setting up practice in such a way Magic had his jaw on his shoe tops?
Ever tried to hit a back door slider on a 2-2 count?
Three words: Spin and Win.
How about Lefty Mickelson and his imaginative short game.
The Intimidator lining up his next victim.
The Great One in his office behind the net.
Pele changing soccer in America. "Love. Love. Love."
The Golden Bear stalking a major. Arnie still wowing people with his drink in his 80's. The Black Knight still in better shape than most people as an octogenarian.
Barry Sanders breaking a long run by breaking DB's ankles.
The Dolphins making a dynasty the old fashioned way.
Petty making Daytona his personal playground.
MJ taking off at the foul line.
John Wooden and his rolled up program.
The point is they show what we can do if we work hard enough and use the talents we are given. They are people, too, with their strengths and weaknesses. They didn't stop when they got it right. They loved it enough not to stop even when they couldn't get it wrong.
Do they fail? Yes. So do we. Just a matter of getting up one more time.
I could go on for a long time. You have your own memories and reasons you love sports. Insert them here.
Still, I love sports. They are a part of my life and will be as long as I live. I guess the question is Why?
Did you watch Joe Montana take the 49ers down the field to win a Super Bowl, turning Sam Wyche into a certified basket case?
Do you know the feel of a perfectly struck iron shot?
Remember Dr. J setting up practice in such a way Magic had his jaw on his shoe tops?
Ever tried to hit a back door slider on a 2-2 count?
Three words: Spin and Win.
How about Lefty Mickelson and his imaginative short game.
The Intimidator lining up his next victim.
The Great One in his office behind the net.
Pele changing soccer in America. "Love. Love. Love."
The Golden Bear stalking a major. Arnie still wowing people with his drink in his 80's. The Black Knight still in better shape than most people as an octogenarian.
Barry Sanders breaking a long run by breaking DB's ankles.
The Dolphins making a dynasty the old fashioned way.
Petty making Daytona his personal playground.
MJ taking off at the foul line.
John Wooden and his rolled up program.
The point is they show what we can do if we work hard enough and use the talents we are given. They are people, too, with their strengths and weaknesses. They didn't stop when they got it right. They loved it enough not to stop even when they couldn't get it wrong.
Do they fail? Yes. So do we. Just a matter of getting up one more time.
I could go on for a long time. You have your own memories and reasons you love sports. Insert them here.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Officially Working
It had to happen sooner or later. The law of averages catches up with everyone. It finally got to me.
I worked my first volleyball match as an official since the Bush Administration. The first Bush Administration. I called lines for Bethel volleyball's final home match in 1990. The hiatus ended tonight.
I filled in for another official and worked a Junior High match at Jimtown. They played Northwood, an occasional rivalry in the past that became a conference match for the first time. Jimtown plays in the Big 11, which means very little outside of St. Joseph and Elkhart Counties in Northern Indiana. It is, however, the biggest Junior High Conference in the area and encompasses most of the Junior High Schools in the Elkhart, Penn, Mishawaka and Concord School Districts, among others. The quality of the competition is ususally pretty good.
Let me say something right now. Nothing nasty was said. No coaches yelled at me. No players rolled their eyes, unusual for 12-14 year old girls. Both schools were class acts and had good kids learning how to play together. My partner for the evening, who I met for the first time, carried me. Amanda was gracious and helpful, and worth a lot more than she was paid tonight. I am grateful to have such an experienced partner for my first foray into the valley of death in a while.
The first match, I was first official, the one on the ladder. On the whole, I did well. I crossed my signals up a couple of times, and couldn't remember how to end a set and a match. Amanda gave me a gentle reminder and we made it work. As second official in the eight grade match, I had a rotation check. I am absolutely sure I got it right. I caught the touches at the net, and had still struggled to hear the coaches call for substitutes.
I didn't feel like a fifth wheel. I knew what was going on from one point to the next. Didn't see any obvious or subtle overlaps. Had a setter that wanted to move early, but she only did it once, and it didn't effect the outcome (they lost a quick rally.) I didn't call attention to myself, and I don't want to. It's still about the kids playing a game. I just want to keep it fair and fun.
Will I get better? Absolutely. There is only one direction to go, really. Was I obviously, noticably bad on my mechanics? Maybe if you knew what you were looking for. Did I enjoy it? Yes. The volleyball was decent, Northwood winning the Seventh Grade, Jimtown winning the Eighth Grade, both in straight sets.
I learned a lot. I have a lot more to learn. I just need reps. More opportunities to work, to learn. I have the next four Tuesdays, two in front of fans I usually announce for at Elkhart Christian Academy. I have two High School Freshman matches upcoming, and I hope it goes like tonight at best.
I learned something else. How much I enjoy volleyball as a game. It is one of the most true team efforts you will find anywhere. Sacrifice is rewarded, and building your individual skills only helps build the team. It takes a combination of athleticism, speed of mind and solid hand-eye skills. It is fun to watch, fun to play, and I can see how teams get to be so tightly knit.
Just follow the rules and don't make me blow the whistle.
I worked my first volleyball match as an official since the Bush Administration. The first Bush Administration. I called lines for Bethel volleyball's final home match in 1990. The hiatus ended tonight.
I filled in for another official and worked a Junior High match at Jimtown. They played Northwood, an occasional rivalry in the past that became a conference match for the first time. Jimtown plays in the Big 11, which means very little outside of St. Joseph and Elkhart Counties in Northern Indiana. It is, however, the biggest Junior High Conference in the area and encompasses most of the Junior High Schools in the Elkhart, Penn, Mishawaka and Concord School Districts, among others. The quality of the competition is ususally pretty good.
Let me say something right now. Nothing nasty was said. No coaches yelled at me. No players rolled their eyes, unusual for 12-14 year old girls. Both schools were class acts and had good kids learning how to play together. My partner for the evening, who I met for the first time, carried me. Amanda was gracious and helpful, and worth a lot more than she was paid tonight. I am grateful to have such an experienced partner for my first foray into the valley of death in a while.
The first match, I was first official, the one on the ladder. On the whole, I did well. I crossed my signals up a couple of times, and couldn't remember how to end a set and a match. Amanda gave me a gentle reminder and we made it work. As second official in the eight grade match, I had a rotation check. I am absolutely sure I got it right. I caught the touches at the net, and had still struggled to hear the coaches call for substitutes.
I didn't feel like a fifth wheel. I knew what was going on from one point to the next. Didn't see any obvious or subtle overlaps. Had a setter that wanted to move early, but she only did it once, and it didn't effect the outcome (they lost a quick rally.) I didn't call attention to myself, and I don't want to. It's still about the kids playing a game. I just want to keep it fair and fun.
Will I get better? Absolutely. There is only one direction to go, really. Was I obviously, noticably bad on my mechanics? Maybe if you knew what you were looking for. Did I enjoy it? Yes. The volleyball was decent, Northwood winning the Seventh Grade, Jimtown winning the Eighth Grade, both in straight sets.
I learned a lot. I have a lot more to learn. I just need reps. More opportunities to work, to learn. I have the next four Tuesdays, two in front of fans I usually announce for at Elkhart Christian Academy. I have two High School Freshman matches upcoming, and I hope it goes like tonight at best.
I learned something else. How much I enjoy volleyball as a game. It is one of the most true team efforts you will find anywhere. Sacrifice is rewarded, and building your individual skills only helps build the team. It takes a combination of athleticism, speed of mind and solid hand-eye skills. It is fun to watch, fun to play, and I can see how teams get to be so tightly knit.
Just follow the rules and don't make me blow the whistle.
Monday, August 24, 2015
Bad Timing with the Worst Consequence
I skipped a couple of weeks. I'm still announcing for Elkhart Christian Academy Athletics, looking for officiating assignments and waiting for the IndyCar race yesterday at Pocono. Little did I know it would happen again.
The race was fantastic. Plenty of side by side racing, and passing at all parts of the track. Pocono is famous for good races, competetive driving, and hard collisions. Two mile tracks can build the speed for violent confrontations with SAFER barriers. It was going to happen again.
Pocono is a tricky triangle, the nickname the track has had for decades. Three corners, three different angles providing a nightmare for race engineers to set up. A good car works in two corners, the third is still a struggle. Adjust to get the third and you probably lose one of the other two, maybe both. It's just life at Pocono.
Drivers driving at the limit leads to collisions. Only Formula One is closer to the razor's edge of technology than IndyCar. Those cars never attain the 200+ mph speeds they reach in IndyCar. The crashes appear more spectacular because parts are flying. The design of the cars lend to the appearance. A car breaking apart dissipates energy, protecting the driver inside. Parts go everywhere.
One part, part of the nose cone of Sage Karam's Honda, tumbled elastically across the track, when it made contact with another car. A foot closer to the rear and no one would notice. A car moving full race speed would have passed under it. Slowing to avoid debris put the nose piece in contact with Justin Wilson's helmet, the car still travelling around 180 mph. No wonder the piece of debris shot into the air like it did. That's a lot of momentum.
I suspect the injury was catastrophic and immediate. The path Justin Wilson's car took after contact was indicative. I hope he felt nothing. He passed away today, but he was not conscious or reponsive from the moment contact was made. No malice, no racing for position, just a bad bit of timing with the worst consequence.
Not the first time it has happened. In 2009, at Brands Hatch England, Formula 2 driver Henry Surtees was killed when a loose tire bounded across the track and contacted his helmet. A bad bit of timing with the worst consequence.
In 1977, Formula One drive Tom Pryce had a similar injury in a bizarre circumstance. In the South African Grand Prix at Kyanalami, Pryce's teammate, Renzo Zorzi, pulled to the side of the track, and had a difficult time exiting his car. A quick fire, probably an oil fire from engine failure, flared under the rear of the car. Zorzi struggled free, but the fire got the attention of two track marshals, one of which was Frederik VanVuuren. They ran across the track, VanVuuren carrying a fire extinguisher in his left hand. Pryce, closing in on Hans Stuck, crested the hill. Stuck swerved to miss VanVuuren by inches, Pryce striking the marsahl while traveling over 170 mph. VanVuuren disappeared into a snowstorm of pieces, killed instantly. Pryce, struck in the head by the fire extinguisher, didn't crash until the bottom of the hill, probably already gone. Ironically, it was the same track American and 1974 Indy 500 champion Mark Donohue suffered a fatal head injury, Pryce becoming his replacement. A bad bit of timing with the worst consequence.
I have heard people question the ethics of dangerous pursuits like auto racing. I wrote a research paper on it during my time at Purdue University, pointing to the safety improvements of the mid 80's, which have been far surpassed now. It comes down to a choice. Choose to race and it is possible. It can also happen driving to the track. It can happen crossing a street. A bad bit of timing with the worst consequence.
In Ron Howard's well crafted movie Rush, James Hunt was quoted as saying women are attracted to race car drivers not because of what they do, which is ultimately pathetic. It's because they are truly alive because they know it can all end in a moment. It's not just for racing drivers. We should all be aware of a bad bit of timing with the worst consequence and live accordingly.
Justin Wilson was 37 years of age, winding down his career. Still competetive, second just three weeks ago at Mid-Ohio. More importantly, he was described as a devoted husband and father to wife Julia, and daughters Jane, 7 and Jessica, 5. He was well loved and respected by his peers as one of the good guys around the garage. His loss now is truly bad timing with the worst consequecne.
Rest well. Your bretheren will do what you love to do, regardless. We will be in awe of the skill, celebrate the accomplishment, and revel in a moment where we feel fully alive, even if we work at a desk for a living. Thanks for sharing the feeling with us.
The race was fantastic. Plenty of side by side racing, and passing at all parts of the track. Pocono is famous for good races, competetive driving, and hard collisions. Two mile tracks can build the speed for violent confrontations with SAFER barriers. It was going to happen again.
Pocono is a tricky triangle, the nickname the track has had for decades. Three corners, three different angles providing a nightmare for race engineers to set up. A good car works in two corners, the third is still a struggle. Adjust to get the third and you probably lose one of the other two, maybe both. It's just life at Pocono.
Drivers driving at the limit leads to collisions. Only Formula One is closer to the razor's edge of technology than IndyCar. Those cars never attain the 200+ mph speeds they reach in IndyCar. The crashes appear more spectacular because parts are flying. The design of the cars lend to the appearance. A car breaking apart dissipates energy, protecting the driver inside. Parts go everywhere.
One part, part of the nose cone of Sage Karam's Honda, tumbled elastically across the track, when it made contact with another car. A foot closer to the rear and no one would notice. A car moving full race speed would have passed under it. Slowing to avoid debris put the nose piece in contact with Justin Wilson's helmet, the car still travelling around 180 mph. No wonder the piece of debris shot into the air like it did. That's a lot of momentum.
I suspect the injury was catastrophic and immediate. The path Justin Wilson's car took after contact was indicative. I hope he felt nothing. He passed away today, but he was not conscious or reponsive from the moment contact was made. No malice, no racing for position, just a bad bit of timing with the worst consequence.
Not the first time it has happened. In 2009, at Brands Hatch England, Formula 2 driver Henry Surtees was killed when a loose tire bounded across the track and contacted his helmet. A bad bit of timing with the worst consequence.
In 1977, Formula One drive Tom Pryce had a similar injury in a bizarre circumstance. In the South African Grand Prix at Kyanalami, Pryce's teammate, Renzo Zorzi, pulled to the side of the track, and had a difficult time exiting his car. A quick fire, probably an oil fire from engine failure, flared under the rear of the car. Zorzi struggled free, but the fire got the attention of two track marshals, one of which was Frederik VanVuuren. They ran across the track, VanVuuren carrying a fire extinguisher in his left hand. Pryce, closing in on Hans Stuck, crested the hill. Stuck swerved to miss VanVuuren by inches, Pryce striking the marsahl while traveling over 170 mph. VanVuuren disappeared into a snowstorm of pieces, killed instantly. Pryce, struck in the head by the fire extinguisher, didn't crash until the bottom of the hill, probably already gone. Ironically, it was the same track American and 1974 Indy 500 champion Mark Donohue suffered a fatal head injury, Pryce becoming his replacement. A bad bit of timing with the worst consequence.
I have heard people question the ethics of dangerous pursuits like auto racing. I wrote a research paper on it during my time at Purdue University, pointing to the safety improvements of the mid 80's, which have been far surpassed now. It comes down to a choice. Choose to race and it is possible. It can also happen driving to the track. It can happen crossing a street. A bad bit of timing with the worst consequence.
In Ron Howard's well crafted movie Rush, James Hunt was quoted as saying women are attracted to race car drivers not because of what they do, which is ultimately pathetic. It's because they are truly alive because they know it can all end in a moment. It's not just for racing drivers. We should all be aware of a bad bit of timing with the worst consequence and live accordingly.
Justin Wilson was 37 years of age, winding down his career. Still competetive, second just three weeks ago at Mid-Ohio. More importantly, he was described as a devoted husband and father to wife Julia, and daughters Jane, 7 and Jessica, 5. He was well loved and respected by his peers as one of the good guys around the garage. His loss now is truly bad timing with the worst consequecne.
Rest well. Your bretheren will do what you love to do, regardless. We will be in awe of the skill, celebrate the accomplishment, and revel in a moment where we feel fully alive, even if we work at a desk for a living. Thanks for sharing the feeling with us.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Official For Hire
Well, it finally happened. I passed the test. I guess I am ready for it.
I passed the test to become a licensed IHSAA volleyball official.
Now that the laughter has subsided, I guess the time I spent umpiring this spring and summer got the better of me. I believe I can do this and do it well enough to have a little fun, give kids the chance to play with a decent official, and maybe even get paid for doing the work. It could be a win all the way around.
I understand that not everyone is going to like what I call. Somewhere along the line, I will be called names that can't be printed in a newspaper. Work around an emergency room long enough and it will happen to you. Heck, it happened to me this week at work from a patient, and I wasn't even in the emergency area. All I am going to do the best I can, show a little hustle, and keep the proper perspective, and it should all work out.
I don't think I'm ready for High School volleyball. The last time I was officiating volleyball was during the first Bush Administration. I can handle elementary and middle school volleyball. I would love to have some games to get back into practice. Would love to even do some intrasquad scrimmages to get the feel again.
The plan is to get lienses for basketball, baseball, and softball. I look forward to the challenge and hope I'm good enough to do this for a while. Since coaching is behind me, it is an opportunity to be involved, positively affect kids, and make a little money, too.
I can see recently graduated high school and college athletes using this as a way to stay in the game, get a little exercise and stay connected. It can be a good part time job, but get ready to pay your dues. I know I will. It isn't easy, but anything worthwhile is going to be hard. The hard makes it great.
Well, pass the word. I look forward to working and learning. Might even write about it.
If I'm off base, it's still my call. I called it like I saw it.
I passed the test to become a licensed IHSAA volleyball official.
Now that the laughter has subsided, I guess the time I spent umpiring this spring and summer got the better of me. I believe I can do this and do it well enough to have a little fun, give kids the chance to play with a decent official, and maybe even get paid for doing the work. It could be a win all the way around.
I understand that not everyone is going to like what I call. Somewhere along the line, I will be called names that can't be printed in a newspaper. Work around an emergency room long enough and it will happen to you. Heck, it happened to me this week at work from a patient, and I wasn't even in the emergency area. All I am going to do the best I can, show a little hustle, and keep the proper perspective, and it should all work out.
I don't think I'm ready for High School volleyball. The last time I was officiating volleyball was during the first Bush Administration. I can handle elementary and middle school volleyball. I would love to have some games to get back into practice. Would love to even do some intrasquad scrimmages to get the feel again.
The plan is to get lienses for basketball, baseball, and softball. I look forward to the challenge and hope I'm good enough to do this for a while. Since coaching is behind me, it is an opportunity to be involved, positively affect kids, and make a little money, too.
I can see recently graduated high school and college athletes using this as a way to stay in the game, get a little exercise and stay connected. It can be a good part time job, but get ready to pay your dues. I know I will. It isn't easy, but anything worthwhile is going to be hard. The hard makes it great.
Well, pass the word. I look forward to working and learning. Might even write about it.
If I'm off base, it's still my call. I called it like I saw it.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Baseball, Training Camp and Mid-Ohio
It's a great week when the baseball trade deadline coincides with the start of NFL training camp. IndyCar put the exclamation point on a good week.
Second, Small Revenue teams were the big buyers. The Toronto Blue Jays made added Price and Troy Tulowitzki which could shorten the gap between them and at least a Wild Card. Cueto moved to the Royals, something that might have just made them the prohibitive favorites for the American League Pennant. The Pirates, while they were mostly second line players, did pretty well. Unusual to see the lack of a big move from the Big Revenue Clubs: The Angels, Dodgers, Yankees, Mets, White Sox and Cubs made, at most, role player moves. The Cubs standing pat surprised me. They could have used Cole Hamels or David Price (Cueto would be off their list because the Reds probably wouldn't deal within the division.) Dan Haren is a good starter, but they needed a little more quality to strengthen their move for a Wild Card.
Third, the sheer volume of deals was based around the almight dollar. Losing teams move salary that they can't sign again, and winning teams should have the revenue to make a winning move on the field. I might have expected teams like the Diamondbacks or Indians to be a little louder, but they were pretty quiet.
We'll see how this plays out over the next two months.
-NFL Training Camp opened. How is this any different from Mini Camp, Team Camp, Veteran Camp and Rookie Camp? Only that there is a season attached to this one. Expect a flurry of cuts and pick ups. Note to the Seahawks: Get Kam Chancellor in camp. Richard Sherman needs the running mate.
The NFL is pretty clinical anyway. Ever watched a family doctor at work? It's boring.
-IndyCar continues to produce the goods with the Honda Indy 200 today at Mid-Ohio. Lots of close racing, exciting passing, and strategy galore resulted in a win for Graham Rahal. The season championship is less than ten points between Juan Pablo Montoya and Rahal.
Opposed to NASCAR's yawn fest at Indianapolis last week, IndyCar has real tight racing, which the in car cameras capture in vivid detail. Americans are starting to come to the fore in IndyCar, too. Ryan Hunter-Reay has won the Indy 500, Rahal in the top five in points and won twice, Joszef Newgarden has won twice, Marco Andretti has the big name and everyone hates Sage Karam, which means he is young and talented. Look for some American dominance, maybe in the final two races.
Unfortunately, Pocono is three weeks away and the season finale at Sonoma is the week after that. John Oreovicz has the best job in the world!
So...am I off base?
Sunday, July 19, 2015
All Stars, Fast Cars, and The Open Championship
Among the much loved monotony of baseball's daily grind, a myriad of outdoor activities, and family reunions, there just isn't much to interest a sports fan who likes big events. That's why I love this week in the summer season. Baseball's All Star Game, any race with hot tempers, and the oldest of Golf's Major Championships grabs the headline and gives me something to watch for a change.
-The All Star Game was pretty well played, and had some innovation in the activities around it. The Home Run Derby featured something I thought I would never see: a buzzer beating home run. Baseball's pastoral pace just doesn't lend itself to such things.
The game itself cemented Mike Trout as the best player in the game right now. He does it all, and makes it look easy. He has the additional likeable trait of being good with the fans and playing with great enthusiasm. Yes, I am an Angels fan, but I would like Mike Trout even if he played for the Yankees. Okay, maybe I stretched that one a little, but the point is made: as long as he is clean, he deserves to be the face of Major League Baseball. He shows what the game really is and what it should be.
-I truly enjoyed the Iowa Corn 300 last night. IndyCar racing has a superior show to NASCAR, but doesn't have the fan base. Ryan Hunter-Reay won, finally have a bright night in a horribly frustrating season for the 2014 Indianapolis 500 Champion. His car kept getting better after the sun went down, and he finally got a couple of good breaks.
Most interesting was the post race dust up between Ed Carpenter and rookie Sage Karam. Karam drove the wheels off his car to keep it out of the fence and finish third, his first podium finish. Carpenter wasn't too thrilled with how Karam did it, coming within inches of crashing both cars and let him know in no uncertain terms after the race.
Carpenter sounded a little scared in his rant, Karam a little unapologetic. Karam has had a couple of run ins earlier with other veterans this season, and that can come back to haunt him. I hope not. The talent is undeniable, and on the whole, he handles himself well for the teenager he is. He will be the face of American Open Wheel Racing, and judging by last night, it will be very soon.
-As a golfer, I always wanted to compete in The Open Championship. Playing in England or Scotland appealed to me because it was similar to the course I grew up on. Garrett Country Club in the late 70's and early 80's had no fairway watering system, just the greens. In dry times, it looked like an Open Championship course: dry, browned out in areas, but greens in fantastic shape. It was different golf than what we saw in America: shots that land short and run into the green, punch shots, clever fades and draws. A shot from 150 yards out in the fairway might have six different options, you didn't just pull a club and blast away.
St. Andrews looked like American golf today. Dan Jenkins, a long time writer with strong wit, wrote that any Goat Hills American could have scored at St. Andrews today.
If the weather is accurate, that will not be the case tomorrow. The forecast calls for scattered rain and winds in the 15-25 mph range during the afternoon and early evening. With the wind in her hair, The Old Course has eaten the lunch of a lot better players than me. It can happen tomorrow.
I would like to see one of two things happen, neither highly likely. One, I would like to see Jordan Spieth win his third consecutive major, then go to Whistling Straits in Kohler, WI, and win the PGA Championship, completing the Grand Slam.. For an encore, he would part Lake Michigan and walk on top it to Chicago.
Failing that, I would like to see Irish amateur golfer Paul Dunne become the first amateur to be crowned Champion Golfer of the Year since Bobby Jones in 1930. He would tearfully plead to remain an amateur for life, honoring Jones, and go on to win a dozen majors, and start another major championship in Ireland on a course he commisions. In true Irish fashion, players would have to wend their away around a superb layout while taking a shot of Bushmills on every tee. It would be a return of golf to its roots.
Yeah, neither one is that likely. Spieth is a serious competitor, so is Louis Oosthuizen, the winner the last time the Open Championship was played at The Old Course. Dustin Johnson survived his bad day and is still three shots back. My dark horse pick is Zach Johnson, a steady player used to the vagaries of weather as only Iowa can dish it out.
It could be the best Open Championship to watch ever. I will go to work, but it could split my attention 2 for 1. I probably have enough personalities to go around, so it should be okay.
So...am I off base?
Failing that, I would like to see Irish amateur golfer Paul Dunne become the first amateur to be crowned Champion Golfer of the Year since Bobby Jones in 1930. He would tearfully plead to remain an amateur for life, honoring Jones, and go on to win a dozen majors, and start another major championship in Ireland on a course he commisions. In true Irish fashion, players would have to wend their away around a superb layout while taking a shot of Bushmills on every tee. It would be a return of golf to its roots.
Yeah, neither one is that likely. Spieth is a serious competitor, so is Louis Oosthuizen, the winner the last time the Open Championship was played at The Old Course. Dustin Johnson survived his bad day and is still three shots back. My dark horse pick is Zach Johnson, a steady player used to the vagaries of weather as only Iowa can dish it out.
It could be the best Open Championship to watch ever. I will go to work, but it could split my attention 2 for 1. I probably have enough personalities to go around, so it should be okay.
So...am I off base?
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Can't Wait to See
I want to tell you about my friend. The name Hunter is an adaption of the last name Hunt, and has the meaning of one who hunts or seeks. It's an appropriate name for my friend. He hunts and seeks with passion.
He is 14 years old, and like me, loves baseball. He more than loves baseball, it is his passion. He talks about it with intelligence and knowledge. He sees things before they happen on the field. He is a Coach's kid, so he understands the game pretty well, too. Batted cleanup on his Junior All Star team, was their number 1A pitcher. He is a pretty good teammate in the dugout, too.
Even at his tender age, he has inspired one adult, a teacher and leader, to do something he hates to do because this young man needed to be honored. One coach he faced in All Stars would love to have him on his team, and his team is playing for the District Championship tomorrow night.
Sounds like homage to an exceptional athlete or a future Major Leaguer? You are only right on both accounts.
It starts with mom and dad, Nicole and Matt. I didn't know them then, but I imagine they were excited to welcome their first child, Hunter, into ther home. They received the news that their first born had sustained a stroke in utero. It would be difficult to assess what damage had been done until the child arrived. Sometimes, the damage is quite extensive. I know. I've seen it in my work at the hospital.
Physically, his left hand has limited mobility, and he wears a brace on his left ankle. He can still run, it just isn't lightning fast. God had a plan, and Nicole and Matt moved with it. Hunter has been raised to believe he can do things, he will have to hunt for a way sometimes.
So it was with baseball. The limited mobility of the left hand means a glove doesn't fit on it. Hunter catches and throws with is right hand. Like other one handed players, like Jim Abbott and Pete Gray, Hunter transfers the ball with his left arm back to his right hand. It happens pretty quickly most of the time, and it is quite impressive to watch. Hunter can hit, too. Home runs aren't his style, yet, but contact is important. After all, we're talking about the most difficult athletic feat out there: hitting a baseball.
It's enough to talk about what I've talked about so far, but he is a positive teammate, too. Mom and dad have done a great job instilling this in him. He is respectful, and looks adults in the eye. I've worked with him around the Little League, and it is a wonder to watch him do zip ties one handed. Old guys like me just can't keep up sometimes.
Two years ago, I wrote a piece about Andy Bailey, who had coached my son and made a difference in his experience (Andy: Teacher and Leader). Andy got to coach Hunter while he was in minors, and was so impressed with him. Andy was so impressed that he faced a deep fear: public speaking. Andy had to make a speech to present the Tilford Award, Cleveland Little League's award for an ideal Little Leaguer. I've never seen Andy shake so much as he steadied his voice and I've seen some pretty tight situations with Andy on the field. He belived in Hunter so much, he put aside his own comfort to honor him.
As coaches, we always say we'd like to have that player from the other team. We mean it, but we still love the kids on our team. It's a sign of respect when we say it. It's for real. To have a coach say that about Hunter is more real than ever.
Homage to an exceptional athlete? Exceptional doesn't mean you hit home runs and are everybody's All-American. It means you do things others of equal ability can not do. Not many have equal ability to Hunter. He does extraordinary things with it.
A future Major Leaguer? The numbers say most likely not. But major league people are hard to come by, and Hunter will definitely qualify. Not sure what he will do or who he will inspire, but I can't wait to see what it is.
-Side note-As a golfer, I was taught by my father. I have mentioned playing at the Division I level and being a club professional. However, these days I play once a year, with my family in an outing we call "The Dad Koehl Hole-in-Three Open." Thirty years ago today, the Hole in three happened. First ball out of bounds on the 210 yard par 3 second hole at Garrett Country Club, next shot in the hole.
He is 14 years old, and like me, loves baseball. He more than loves baseball, it is his passion. He talks about it with intelligence and knowledge. He sees things before they happen on the field. He is a Coach's kid, so he understands the game pretty well, too. Batted cleanup on his Junior All Star team, was their number 1A pitcher. He is a pretty good teammate in the dugout, too.
Even at his tender age, he has inspired one adult, a teacher and leader, to do something he hates to do because this young man needed to be honored. One coach he faced in All Stars would love to have him on his team, and his team is playing for the District Championship tomorrow night.
Sounds like homage to an exceptional athlete or a future Major Leaguer? You are only right on both accounts.
It starts with mom and dad, Nicole and Matt. I didn't know them then, but I imagine they were excited to welcome their first child, Hunter, into ther home. They received the news that their first born had sustained a stroke in utero. It would be difficult to assess what damage had been done until the child arrived. Sometimes, the damage is quite extensive. I know. I've seen it in my work at the hospital.
Physically, his left hand has limited mobility, and he wears a brace on his left ankle. He can still run, it just isn't lightning fast. God had a plan, and Nicole and Matt moved with it. Hunter has been raised to believe he can do things, he will have to hunt for a way sometimes.
So it was with baseball. The limited mobility of the left hand means a glove doesn't fit on it. Hunter catches and throws with is right hand. Like other one handed players, like Jim Abbott and Pete Gray, Hunter transfers the ball with his left arm back to his right hand. It happens pretty quickly most of the time, and it is quite impressive to watch. Hunter can hit, too. Home runs aren't his style, yet, but contact is important. After all, we're talking about the most difficult athletic feat out there: hitting a baseball.
It's enough to talk about what I've talked about so far, but he is a positive teammate, too. Mom and dad have done a great job instilling this in him. He is respectful, and looks adults in the eye. I've worked with him around the Little League, and it is a wonder to watch him do zip ties one handed. Old guys like me just can't keep up sometimes.
Two years ago, I wrote a piece about Andy Bailey, who had coached my son and made a difference in his experience (Andy: Teacher and Leader). Andy got to coach Hunter while he was in minors, and was so impressed with him. Andy was so impressed that he faced a deep fear: public speaking. Andy had to make a speech to present the Tilford Award, Cleveland Little League's award for an ideal Little Leaguer. I've never seen Andy shake so much as he steadied his voice and I've seen some pretty tight situations with Andy on the field. He belived in Hunter so much, he put aside his own comfort to honor him.
As coaches, we always say we'd like to have that player from the other team. We mean it, but we still love the kids on our team. It's a sign of respect when we say it. It's for real. To have a coach say that about Hunter is more real than ever.
Homage to an exceptional athlete? Exceptional doesn't mean you hit home runs and are everybody's All-American. It means you do things others of equal ability can not do. Not many have equal ability to Hunter. He does extraordinary things with it.
A future Major Leaguer? The numbers say most likely not. But major league people are hard to come by, and Hunter will definitely qualify. Not sure what he will do or who he will inspire, but I can't wait to see what it is.
-Side note-As a golfer, I was taught by my father. I have mentioned playing at the Division I level and being a club professional. However, these days I play once a year, with my family in an outing we call "The Dad Koehl Hole-in-Three Open." Thirty years ago today, the Hole in three happened. First ball out of bounds on the 210 yard par 3 second hole at Garrett Country Club, next shot in the hole.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
In An Ideal World
The following story is fictional. Any resemblance to any individual is unintended.
-I have lived in this mobile home for most of my life. I wasn't an awkward child, the one made fun of by other kids. I was the kid nobody cared about because the reputation of my neighborhood involves transients, unemployables, and losers. That neighborhood was filled with good, hardworking people, the minority filled the reputation.
I was smart enough, getting good grades in my elementary years when it wasn't so important to wear certain clothes, have certain electronics, and have a certain style of hair. I even excelled at certain sports, and played with some of the rich kids when they didn't care where I lived. My trophy case is not empty. I have some spoils of early success.
About the time I hit junior high, something changed. I take the hit for living on my talent and not working hard enough. Sports success started to dwindle, and it changed how some people perceived me. Suddenly, I was the wrong kid in the wrong place. What was outside was more important than what was inside. I didn't have the right clothes and the right gadgets. People I had been buddies with in elementary school made me feel like a lower form of life. Suddenly, the fellowship I had earned was gone. I was back to being the kid nobody cared about.
In high school, because my parents were hard working, and taught me to work hard, I took a job and saved some money. I bought my own video game system, helped with my own phone. I found the online world accepted me because they could only see what I do on the screen. They didn't see how handsome I was or was not. I was a blip on a screen, a voice on Skype. I applied myself and threw just enough of myself into schooling to get through. I started staying up all the time.
Eventually, I left the school of my youth, and applied myself to gaming. I was exceptional. I started to eat at all hours and without discretion. I rarely left my room in my mobile home. I didn't have to leave it to feel like I was successful and good at something. Even seeing those old friends was just a reminder of what I could have done with their support. They decided I wasn't worth it. The online world had more acceptance of me. I could be comfortable with me.
Eventually, I kept working my job, but gaming was my life. I had the talent to design and work in video games, but not enough support. Seems the trailer park was on the wrong side of the tracks, and I did enough education to get through, not excel. Colleges want your credit rating to be just so, too. I couldn't enter their world because I wouldn't leave the trailer park. I wasn't comfortable dealing with people, even though I was good at it.
I kept eating like a teenager in my early 20's and wouldn't leave my room often. My weight ballooned, but I wouldn't change. My family's medical history was poor: Cardiac disease killed all four of my grandparents, my great grandparents died of cancer, and my parents fought heart, weight and diabetic issues. I ignored their pleas, and kept eating. I needed the recognition of the gaming world, and the job gave me just enough money to stay on the wrong side of the tracks. I bought a mobile home in the same neighborhood they knew me.
My room was my world. I made enough to keep a roof over my head and eat lousy food. I eventually switched to all McDonalds, Wendy's, Dairy Queen. I didn't have the strength to cook my own food, even though, at 450 pounds, I had the size to do more. A friend moved in, and they started removing the waste from my room and home. I lost my job because my size was such I couldn't leave my room. I could not leave the acceptance of my online world. Disability gave me enough to keep it going. I could not leave my room.
Finally, it happened. On a cold and snowy February night, I felt the pain in my chest. I had stayed in my room so long, I couldn't get out. The door was not wide enough. 911 took my call, but I couldn't let the firemen in my home. They had to cut the end off my home to get me out. I couldn't fit in an ambulance, so a neighbor with a flatbed truck offered to drive me with the firemen to the emergency room. It was 10 degrees out, snowing lightly. It was my only hope.
On arrival, they rolled me off the end of the flatbed, and tried to place me in a bariatric wheelchair. It snapped under my weight. They rolled a bariatric bed out to truck and wheeled me into the E.R. that way. Two normal sized people could not touch hands above my girth. By the time they could diagnose my heart attack, six hours had passed. My heart could not be restarted.
I passed away at age 27. Official cause of death is Myocardial Infarction. It was actually suicide. I committed it one bite at a time. What would my life have been in an ideal world where the only thing that counts is what is inside?
-I have lived in this mobile home for most of my life. I wasn't an awkward child, the one made fun of by other kids. I was the kid nobody cared about because the reputation of my neighborhood involves transients, unemployables, and losers. That neighborhood was filled with good, hardworking people, the minority filled the reputation.
I was smart enough, getting good grades in my elementary years when it wasn't so important to wear certain clothes, have certain electronics, and have a certain style of hair. I even excelled at certain sports, and played with some of the rich kids when they didn't care where I lived. My trophy case is not empty. I have some spoils of early success.
About the time I hit junior high, something changed. I take the hit for living on my talent and not working hard enough. Sports success started to dwindle, and it changed how some people perceived me. Suddenly, I was the wrong kid in the wrong place. What was outside was more important than what was inside. I didn't have the right clothes and the right gadgets. People I had been buddies with in elementary school made me feel like a lower form of life. Suddenly, the fellowship I had earned was gone. I was back to being the kid nobody cared about.
In high school, because my parents were hard working, and taught me to work hard, I took a job and saved some money. I bought my own video game system, helped with my own phone. I found the online world accepted me because they could only see what I do on the screen. They didn't see how handsome I was or was not. I was a blip on a screen, a voice on Skype. I applied myself and threw just enough of myself into schooling to get through. I started staying up all the time.
Eventually, I left the school of my youth, and applied myself to gaming. I was exceptional. I started to eat at all hours and without discretion. I rarely left my room in my mobile home. I didn't have to leave it to feel like I was successful and good at something. Even seeing those old friends was just a reminder of what I could have done with their support. They decided I wasn't worth it. The online world had more acceptance of me. I could be comfortable with me.
Eventually, I kept working my job, but gaming was my life. I had the talent to design and work in video games, but not enough support. Seems the trailer park was on the wrong side of the tracks, and I did enough education to get through, not excel. Colleges want your credit rating to be just so, too. I couldn't enter their world because I wouldn't leave the trailer park. I wasn't comfortable dealing with people, even though I was good at it.
I kept eating like a teenager in my early 20's and wouldn't leave my room often. My weight ballooned, but I wouldn't change. My family's medical history was poor: Cardiac disease killed all four of my grandparents, my great grandparents died of cancer, and my parents fought heart, weight and diabetic issues. I ignored their pleas, and kept eating. I needed the recognition of the gaming world, and the job gave me just enough money to stay on the wrong side of the tracks. I bought a mobile home in the same neighborhood they knew me.
My room was my world. I made enough to keep a roof over my head and eat lousy food. I eventually switched to all McDonalds, Wendy's, Dairy Queen. I didn't have the strength to cook my own food, even though, at 450 pounds, I had the size to do more. A friend moved in, and they started removing the waste from my room and home. I lost my job because my size was such I couldn't leave my room. I could not leave the acceptance of my online world. Disability gave me enough to keep it going. I could not leave my room.
Finally, it happened. On a cold and snowy February night, I felt the pain in my chest. I had stayed in my room so long, I couldn't get out. The door was not wide enough. 911 took my call, but I couldn't let the firemen in my home. They had to cut the end off my home to get me out. I couldn't fit in an ambulance, so a neighbor with a flatbed truck offered to drive me with the firemen to the emergency room. It was 10 degrees out, snowing lightly. It was my only hope.
On arrival, they rolled me off the end of the flatbed, and tried to place me in a bariatric wheelchair. It snapped under my weight. They rolled a bariatric bed out to truck and wheeled me into the E.R. that way. Two normal sized people could not touch hands above my girth. By the time they could diagnose my heart attack, six hours had passed. My heart could not be restarted.
I passed away at age 27. Official cause of death is Myocardial Infarction. It was actually suicide. I committed it one bite at a time. What would my life have been in an ideal world where the only thing that counts is what is inside?
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Father's Day 2015
In the United States, it is Father's Day. It is a day where fatherhood is actually held in high esteem. People wax poetic about their father and what he did for them. They buy presents, and make long trips for visits, even spend the day talking to them.
Father's Day is just another day to me. I made a decision a long time ago to be a Father. It was based on what I saw in culture.
America has waged a war on men and fatherhood. Men have been characterized by Hollywood and general media as foolish, with one track minds. They are driven by sex or money, if you believe the scripts, and can be fooled changing minor details. Flip a skirt or easy money in front of them, and they will swallow the entire hook.
My father was a little too real to be cut from that cloth. Maybe war does that to you. He served in a medical unit in France during World War II. He never talked about the war, even when we would have listened. Those demons may have haunted him the rest of his life. I learned in the medical field that cleaning up after a battle is a unique nightmare.
My father did enough school to graduate from high school, but possessed the intelligence of a college graduate. He could ask enough questions to confound the supposedly educated man. I once heard him turn a highly educated engineer into a quivering mass of jelly over some building plans. What the college graduate cooked up would have failed in reality and my dad knew it. By the time he got done, the engineer knew it, too.
Considering how much he revered the educational accomplishments of his own children, it seemed a paradox. His ten children combined to earn 12 post secondary degrees: three associates, three masters and six bachelors. The next generation, his grandchildren, earned nine bachelors, two masters, and one D.O., now practicing psychiatry, with two still in high school. Not bad for a guy who slugged it out every day as a sheet metal contractor.
Was he perfect? Hardly. He drank too much. His stubbornness was the stuff of legends. The hard head, old time diet, and pressures of life lead to an early grave. He left us 28 years ago, at age 62. After all, he and his bride of 41 years raised ten children, buried two within hours of birth, and there was a miscarriage in there somewhere. They ran their own business, where he put on the same five sets of faded work clothes, and crawled around on roofs, installed duct work, and even fought with architects and engineers about designs.
He gave me his intelligence, his sense of direction, his stubbornness, and the love for a game. I found out years after he died that he played on a State Championship basketball team. Fort Wayne Central Catholic won the Catholic State High School Championship when championship rings went into airplanes and battleships. Some pictures of him with bats in hand, a basketball team, a group called "The Rangers". Maybe he dreamed of the same things I did, and it didn't make a living in those days, let alone set up generations to come.
I might have been smarter than he was, but I could not be as real as he was. He just didn't take anything from anyone. Knowing what I was like, especially as a teenager, I'm amazed to still be alive.
Father's Day is just another day to me. I made a decision a long time ago to be a Father. It was based on what I saw in culture.
America has waged a war on men and fatherhood. Men have been characterized by Hollywood and general media as foolish, with one track minds. They are driven by sex or money, if you believe the scripts, and can be fooled changing minor details. Flip a skirt or easy money in front of them, and they will swallow the entire hook.
My father was a little too real to be cut from that cloth. Maybe war does that to you. He served in a medical unit in France during World War II. He never talked about the war, even when we would have listened. Those demons may have haunted him the rest of his life. I learned in the medical field that cleaning up after a battle is a unique nightmare.
My father did enough school to graduate from high school, but possessed the intelligence of a college graduate. He could ask enough questions to confound the supposedly educated man. I once heard him turn a highly educated engineer into a quivering mass of jelly over some building plans. What the college graduate cooked up would have failed in reality and my dad knew it. By the time he got done, the engineer knew it, too.
Considering how much he revered the educational accomplishments of his own children, it seemed a paradox. His ten children combined to earn 12 post secondary degrees: three associates, three masters and six bachelors. The next generation, his grandchildren, earned nine bachelors, two masters, and one D.O., now practicing psychiatry, with two still in high school. Not bad for a guy who slugged it out every day as a sheet metal contractor.
Was he perfect? Hardly. He drank too much. His stubbornness was the stuff of legends. The hard head, old time diet, and pressures of life lead to an early grave. He left us 28 years ago, at age 62. After all, he and his bride of 41 years raised ten children, buried two within hours of birth, and there was a miscarriage in there somewhere. They ran their own business, where he put on the same five sets of faded work clothes, and crawled around on roofs, installed duct work, and even fought with architects and engineers about designs.
He gave me his intelligence, his sense of direction, his stubbornness, and the love for a game. I found out years after he died that he played on a State Championship basketball team. Fort Wayne Central Catholic won the Catholic State High School Championship when championship rings went into airplanes and battleships. Some pictures of him with bats in hand, a basketball team, a group called "The Rangers". Maybe he dreamed of the same things I did, and it didn't make a living in those days, let alone set up generations to come.
I might have been smarter than he was, but I could not be as real as he was. He just didn't take anything from anyone. Knowing what I was like, especially as a teenager, I'm amazed to still be alive.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Sorry For Disappearing
Just realized I hadn't posted anything since Memorial Day Weekend. Time flies when you're just enjoying life and not worried about lineups.
First and foremost, I have been on vacation. We spent a week in Corolla, NC, splitting time between the ocean, the pool at our rental home, and the various attractions that make the Outer Banks a restful, affordable and, above all, a family place to vacation. If the ocean had been warmer, especially early in the week, it would have been absolutely perfect.
A vacation like this would have been impossible coaching, but as an umpire, I am in control of my schedule. My teenagers even enjoyed their time with mom and dad. Back home a week, it has returned to normal: the pug is the only one happy to see mom and dad come home from work. For a week, it was pretty darn good.
-I have been umpiring some travel baseball, and have a couple of observations.
First, the fundamentals are still a mixed bag in the 12U and 13 U Levels, but the kids playing 14U seem to be pretty sound. The lesson here is simple: coaches, don't slack on your player's when it comes to fundamentals. Even if they are not talented, they will play at higher levels if they do things right. I saw a couple of kids with little comparative ability, who could still play competetively because their fundamentals were solid. They might become the best players in a couple of years: their bodies could mature into a real ballplayer, instead of a great athlete with lousy fundamentals who need to learn them while competing. That situation doesn't end well.
Second, the number of breaking pitches thrown by 12U and 13U players is WAY too many. A twelve year old's curve ball is hard to adjust to the the 60 foot distance, making it a competetive liability until they gain control. Is a win now worth the wear and tear that could end a promising player's career early? I saw a 13U game where one pitcher threw almost 33% curve balls. Yes, he threw them for strikes, but would they be strikes from another 6 feet away? NO. What's he gonna have left at 16? Memories.
-I am a Chicago Blackhawks fan, going back to the days of Tony O. A third Stanley Cup after a lifetime of nothing is almost too much to believe. A win tomorrow night would secure Lord Stanley for another year in Chicago.
Considering the Blackhawks have been responding to the Lightning's lead, it is even more incredible. Tampa Bay has had control of every game, at least at some point. Last night, the second period looked like a power play for Tampa almost the entire period. Just one goal allowed was a tribute to incredible will. If it hadn't been for a miscommunication in the first period, that game would have gone to overtime. Lord knows what would have happened then.
Should the Blackhawks win the Cup, it will be by experience. Tampa's day will come.
-I look for IndyCar to put on a good show in Toronto today. Street courses, notorious for tight racing, could be a great exhibition today. The course in Toronto has a nice mix of speed sections, tight turns, and offers several passing zones. It might come down to the driver who still has "push to pass" available at race end. Weather not withstanding, it should be a show.
So...am I off base?
First and foremost, I have been on vacation. We spent a week in Corolla, NC, splitting time between the ocean, the pool at our rental home, and the various attractions that make the Outer Banks a restful, affordable and, above all, a family place to vacation. If the ocean had been warmer, especially early in the week, it would have been absolutely perfect.
A vacation like this would have been impossible coaching, but as an umpire, I am in control of my schedule. My teenagers even enjoyed their time with mom and dad. Back home a week, it has returned to normal: the pug is the only one happy to see mom and dad come home from work. For a week, it was pretty darn good.
-I have been umpiring some travel baseball, and have a couple of observations.
First, the fundamentals are still a mixed bag in the 12U and 13 U Levels, but the kids playing 14U seem to be pretty sound. The lesson here is simple: coaches, don't slack on your player's when it comes to fundamentals. Even if they are not talented, they will play at higher levels if they do things right. I saw a couple of kids with little comparative ability, who could still play competetively because their fundamentals were solid. They might become the best players in a couple of years: their bodies could mature into a real ballplayer, instead of a great athlete with lousy fundamentals who need to learn them while competing. That situation doesn't end well.
Second, the number of breaking pitches thrown by 12U and 13U players is WAY too many. A twelve year old's curve ball is hard to adjust to the the 60 foot distance, making it a competetive liability until they gain control. Is a win now worth the wear and tear that could end a promising player's career early? I saw a 13U game where one pitcher threw almost 33% curve balls. Yes, he threw them for strikes, but would they be strikes from another 6 feet away? NO. What's he gonna have left at 16? Memories.
-I am a Chicago Blackhawks fan, going back to the days of Tony O. A third Stanley Cup after a lifetime of nothing is almost too much to believe. A win tomorrow night would secure Lord Stanley for another year in Chicago.
Considering the Blackhawks have been responding to the Lightning's lead, it is even more incredible. Tampa Bay has had control of every game, at least at some point. Last night, the second period looked like a power play for Tampa almost the entire period. Just one goal allowed was a tribute to incredible will. If it hadn't been for a miscommunication in the first period, that game would have gone to overtime. Lord knows what would have happened then.
Should the Blackhawks win the Cup, it will be by experience. Tampa's day will come.
-I look for IndyCar to put on a good show in Toronto today. Street courses, notorious for tight racing, could be a great exhibition today. The course in Toronto has a nice mix of speed sections, tight turns, and offers several passing zones. It might come down to the driver who still has "push to pass" available at race end. Weather not withstanding, it should be a show.
So...am I off base?
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Memorial Day 2015-A Great Race
A couple of thoughts regarding Memorial Day and The Indianapolis 500.
Juan Pablo Montoya is a most deserving champion, earning his second victory and Roger Penske's sixteenth. After Simona deSilvestro clipped his car under caution, it looked bleak for Montoya, who made the first restart from 30th place. It shouldn't have even been a restart- 32 drivers drove intelligently, but Takuma Sato had to drive like...Takuma Sato. Three wide in the first turn of the first lap...really? Sage Karam, who is the next big star of IndyCar, paid the price.
Montoya threaded his way through the field, landing in the top 5 by the next pit stop. He stayed somewhere close the rest of the day. He willed his way in, the most telling moment in the last ten laps, not when he passed Will Power, but held off Charlie Kimball, who had the momentum, the speed, even the track position, but not the guts to press the accelerator the rest of the way to the floor. Had Montoya fallen to fourth, he might have gotten back to second place, but not won.
IndyCar put on great shows. NASCAR has a fan base, but IndyCar has the technology, great personalities, and the absolute best shows. Make sure you don't show the races somewhere a little more accessible than NBC Sports Network: people will actually enjoy it.
-Memorial Day is the day we remember those who gave their lives in service of our country. Most people agree that combat is where lives are given. What about the people who die years, even decades later?
I had a brother who served in Vietnam, even earned the Bronze Star and Silver Star in combat. While there, he was exposed to Agent Orange, even telling stories of how it was dumped on him in the jungle.
He came home and started a family. With his wife, they raised two daughters, both college graduates. He was a solid citizen, doing what had to be done for his family.
Then the nose bleeds started. Not just nose bleeds, what seemed to be fountains.
The diagnosis was an Esthesioneuroblastoma. A cancer not directly linked to Agent Orange, but the diagnosis is within the differential. He survived simultaneous chemo and radiation at Level IV. Perspective on this: there is no Level V. He used the instincts that were developed in the jungles of Vietnam. I must survive. I am coming out the other side, no matter what.
Eventually, the cancer won.
At his memorial service, a DVD of photos included pictures from Vietnam. Someone asked my sister in law if any of the servicemen in the pictures were there. My brother was the only one to make it home.
I was eight years old when he came home. I am acutely aware of how fortunate I was to have him come home. I got to grow up knowing he my brother, not just a picture of someone I never met and remembered. A large number of people my age never got that opportunity.
Say what you want, he gave his life for the United States of America. He is part of what Memorial Day is all about.
If you have a veteran who walked the same path, Thank you.
Juan Pablo Montoya is a most deserving champion, earning his second victory and Roger Penske's sixteenth. After Simona deSilvestro clipped his car under caution, it looked bleak for Montoya, who made the first restart from 30th place. It shouldn't have even been a restart- 32 drivers drove intelligently, but Takuma Sato had to drive like...Takuma Sato. Three wide in the first turn of the first lap...really? Sage Karam, who is the next big star of IndyCar, paid the price.
Montoya threaded his way through the field, landing in the top 5 by the next pit stop. He stayed somewhere close the rest of the day. He willed his way in, the most telling moment in the last ten laps, not when he passed Will Power, but held off Charlie Kimball, who had the momentum, the speed, even the track position, but not the guts to press the accelerator the rest of the way to the floor. Had Montoya fallen to fourth, he might have gotten back to second place, but not won.
IndyCar put on great shows. NASCAR has a fan base, but IndyCar has the technology, great personalities, and the absolute best shows. Make sure you don't show the races somewhere a little more accessible than NBC Sports Network: people will actually enjoy it.
-Memorial Day is the day we remember those who gave their lives in service of our country. Most people agree that combat is where lives are given. What about the people who die years, even decades later?
I had a brother who served in Vietnam, even earned the Bronze Star and Silver Star in combat. While there, he was exposed to Agent Orange, even telling stories of how it was dumped on him in the jungle.
He came home and started a family. With his wife, they raised two daughters, both college graduates. He was a solid citizen, doing what had to be done for his family.
Then the nose bleeds started. Not just nose bleeds, what seemed to be fountains.
The diagnosis was an Esthesioneuroblastoma. A cancer not directly linked to Agent Orange, but the diagnosis is within the differential. He survived simultaneous chemo and radiation at Level IV. Perspective on this: there is no Level V. He used the instincts that were developed in the jungles of Vietnam. I must survive. I am coming out the other side, no matter what.
Eventually, the cancer won.
At his memorial service, a DVD of photos included pictures from Vietnam. Someone asked my sister in law if any of the servicemen in the pictures were there. My brother was the only one to make it home.
I was eight years old when he came home. I am acutely aware of how fortunate I was to have him come home. I got to grow up knowing he my brother, not just a picture of someone I never met and remembered. A large number of people my age never got that opportunity.
Say what you want, he gave his life for the United States of America. He is part of what Memorial Day is all about.
If you have a veteran who walked the same path, Thank you.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Random Thoughts- Mother's Day 2015
Some random thoughts while waiting for my daughter's next performance in a theater, somewhere, some time. After enough days in any theater, they all look the same...
-I would like to wish a Happy Mother's Day to all Moms. It is a calling that is underappreciated in our world which values Size 0 models and corporate success. The job has no monetary pay, and has requires a large number of menial tasks. Each day has it's measure of moments that can be treasured, or stir life shattering heartbreak, sometimes in the same moment. It is life in a fallen world.
Medically speaking, the pain of childbirth is equivalent of having twenty bones fractured at the same time. Rarely has a mother remembered the pain when they saw the baby. It is a remarkable connection from the first moment. I have been honored enough to witness it twice in my life.
I wish to acknowledge my bride of 24 summers and a lot more winters. She has been a wonderful wife and mother to our two teenagers. She is everything I ever wanted in a wife and mother, and I hope we made a great Mother's Day for her.
I hope you did the same for your mother.
-A very good finish to the Grand Prix of Indy. Graham Rahal showed a flash of brilliance, and probably would have chased down Will Power. Graham has lived with the expectations for a long time, and it would be an excellent tribute to his dad, Bobby, and Jim Trueman, who gave Bobby a chance and his Indy win, if Graham could start living up to what he is capable.
-I had to sit out the last week umpiring so I could do a bit of transporting my daughter to her theater commitments. They did a wonderful job this weekend and still have performances next Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I'm going back to the field this week, because the commitments are less, and the need is great. I am getting more and more comfortable with the job. I believe my performance is worthy, and I'm honored to do it.
-So...am I off base?
Medically speaking, the pain of childbirth is equivalent of having twenty bones fractured at the same time. Rarely has a mother remembered the pain when they saw the baby. It is a remarkable connection from the first moment. I have been honored enough to witness it twice in my life.
I wish to acknowledge my bride of 24 summers and a lot more winters. She has been a wonderful wife and mother to our two teenagers. She is everything I ever wanted in a wife and mother, and I hope we made a great Mother's Day for her.
I hope you did the same for your mother.
-A very good finish to the Grand Prix of Indy. Graham Rahal showed a flash of brilliance, and probably would have chased down Will Power. Graham has lived with the expectations for a long time, and it would be an excellent tribute to his dad, Bobby, and Jim Trueman, who gave Bobby a chance and his Indy win, if Graham could start living up to what he is capable.
-I had to sit out the last week umpiring so I could do a bit of transporting my daughter to her theater commitments. They did a wonderful job this weekend and still have performances next Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I'm going back to the field this week, because the commitments are less, and the need is great. I am getting more and more comfortable with the job. I believe my performance is worthy, and I'm honored to do it.
-So...am I off base?
Sunday, May 3, 2015
At Least the Track is Open
Random thoughts while seeing how long sunburn can actually hurt.
-The Indianapolis Motor Speedway is open for practice. Speeds were in the 226 range, with a familiar individual at the top of the list. Juan Pablo Montoya, my choice to win both ends of the Indy double this year, topped the charts with a host of Penske and Andretti drivers right behind. It will be interesting to see how this comes together. I love the month of May.
-I umpired my first game on a full size (60-90) diamond last week. Must have been credible bec I got compliments from both dugouts.
A couple of big differences between the 12U on the 45-60 diamond and 14U on the 60-90 diamond. One is that the 12U has been playing on the small diamond the whole time, so I believe I will call a tighter strike zone than I will on the 14U, who are new to the full size diamond. I called both tight and the 14U game was a lot better game, but would have been more encouraging for the pitchers. They are all much more accomplished on the small field, but are still learning on the big field.
Second, the level of effort is much higher on the big diamond, and that is a learned effort. Kids needs to learn what it really takes to play on the large diamond because they learned what to do on the small field. They just kick up the level of effort and intensity as they go along.
-My daughter, the former softball player, will be performing with The Pioneer Drama Troupe in Anne of Green Gables. Performances are May 8, 7 pm, May 9 at 2 and 7 pm, May 15 at 7 pm, May 16, at 7 pm, and May 17 at 2 pm. Performances are Scheduled for the Greencroft Senior Center on Greencroft Avenue in Goshen, IN. If you are in the neighborhood, please spend the $5 per person and attend a performance.
Umtil next week...
-The Indianapolis Motor Speedway is open for practice. Speeds were in the 226 range, with a familiar individual at the top of the list. Juan Pablo Montoya, my choice to win both ends of the Indy double this year, topped the charts with a host of Penske and Andretti drivers right behind. It will be interesting to see how this comes together. I love the month of May.
-I umpired my first game on a full size (60-90) diamond last week. Must have been credible bec I got compliments from both dugouts.
A couple of big differences between the 12U on the 45-60 diamond and 14U on the 60-90 diamond. One is that the 12U has been playing on the small diamond the whole time, so I believe I will call a tighter strike zone than I will on the 14U, who are new to the full size diamond. I called both tight and the 14U game was a lot better game, but would have been more encouraging for the pitchers. They are all much more accomplished on the small field, but are still learning on the big field.
Second, the level of effort is much higher on the big diamond, and that is a learned effort. Kids needs to learn what it really takes to play on the large diamond because they learned what to do on the small field. They just kick up the level of effort and intensity as they go along.
-My daughter, the former softball player, will be performing with The Pioneer Drama Troupe in Anne of Green Gables. Performances are May 8, 7 pm, May 9 at 2 and 7 pm, May 15 at 7 pm, May 16, at 7 pm, and May 17 at 2 pm. Performances are Scheduled for the Greencroft Senior Center on Greencroft Avenue in Goshen, IN. If you are in the neighborhood, please spend the $5 per person and attend a performance.
Umtil next week...
Sunday, April 26, 2015
It's Been A Long Two Weeks
I wrote no post last week. Not that I don't have anything to say. Sometimes I don't have the time to put the Blog into action. After all, I work full time in the medical field, trying to be a God honoring husband and father, plus do a little umpiring and announcing. It's a pretty full schedule.
Did that sound like an excuse? No, I'm not buying it either.
I've written on busier weeks. Sometimes, you have to have the heart to say something. Sometimes, I just have nothing.
-I umpired a couple of games. Wasn't outstanding, but didn't get run out of town. It's getting harder as I get older. Depth perception is going. My knees and back can't always get down to where I can see the top of the zone for small hitters. At 45 or 50 feet, the ball gets there quick. I'll get better, if I live that long. One confirmed thing is that I still love the game.
-I still love announcing, but may have to give it up. If we continue to home school, it will take more of my time. It has to come from somewhere. It will be a great disappointment to me. Maybe I can pick it up again in a few years. Not ready to make a decision yet. Either that or golf will actually come back to my life.
-Why is respect a dying value? I point to the fact that guns used to be in schools all the time. Boys brought them along so they could hunt after school. The guns haven't changed, but the boys carrying them have. Respect for life is less, respect for authority is less, and guns are used for power or protection, not provision. Respect changes how a gun is used, and the value has almost disappeared.
-I have set a goal to watch each Indianapolis 500 from my lifetime on YouTube. I'm currently in 1989, and I have a few observations. First, how much the cars have changed, almost all of it for the better. Guys driving in the 60's, 70's and early 80's had little to protect them. In fact, it was almost guaranteed that there would be two fatalities every year. Second, Gordon Johncock was underrated. He won two 500's and should have won two more: If he hadn't dropped out of the 1981 race, Bobby Unser's penalty would have handed the win to Johncock; Mario Andretti's penalty would have been pointless. He was also competetive in 1984, and could have won three in four years. Finally, Rick Mears was almost overrated. Mears was hugely talented, but Roger Penske, though he said he didn't, favored Mears, even when he had Al Unser, Sr. and Danny Sullivan driving for him. Penske had incredible resources and drive, who couldn't win with that backing? Mears might have won one 500 on talent alone, but four, with six pole positions? One does not win at Indy without a great car, so, to quote Mars Blackman, "It's gotta be the shoes."
So...am I off base?
Did that sound like an excuse? No, I'm not buying it either.
I've written on busier weeks. Sometimes, you have to have the heart to say something. Sometimes, I just have nothing.
-I umpired a couple of games. Wasn't outstanding, but didn't get run out of town. It's getting harder as I get older. Depth perception is going. My knees and back can't always get down to where I can see the top of the zone for small hitters. At 45 or 50 feet, the ball gets there quick. I'll get better, if I live that long. One confirmed thing is that I still love the game.
-I still love announcing, but may have to give it up. If we continue to home school, it will take more of my time. It has to come from somewhere. It will be a great disappointment to me. Maybe I can pick it up again in a few years. Not ready to make a decision yet. Either that or golf will actually come back to my life.
-Why is respect a dying value? I point to the fact that guns used to be in schools all the time. Boys brought them along so they could hunt after school. The guns haven't changed, but the boys carrying them have. Respect for life is less, respect for authority is less, and guns are used for power or protection, not provision. Respect changes how a gun is used, and the value has almost disappeared.
-I have set a goal to watch each Indianapolis 500 from my lifetime on YouTube. I'm currently in 1989, and I have a few observations. First, how much the cars have changed, almost all of it for the better. Guys driving in the 60's, 70's and early 80's had little to protect them. In fact, it was almost guaranteed that there would be two fatalities every year. Second, Gordon Johncock was underrated. He won two 500's and should have won two more: If he hadn't dropped out of the 1981 race, Bobby Unser's penalty would have handed the win to Johncock; Mario Andretti's penalty would have been pointless. He was also competetive in 1984, and could have won three in four years. Finally, Rick Mears was almost overrated. Mears was hugely talented, but Roger Penske, though he said he didn't, favored Mears, even when he had Al Unser, Sr. and Danny Sullivan driving for him. Penske had incredible resources and drive, who couldn't win with that backing? Mears might have won one 500 on talent alone, but four, with six pole positions? One does not win at Indy without a great car, so, to quote Mars Blackman, "It's gotta be the shoes."
So...am I off base?
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Rando Thoughts - April 12
Random thoughts while wondering why I didn't just play in my 20th Masters. After all, that was the plan.
-Jordan Spieth is a deserving Master's Champion. The first wire-to-wire winner since the Carter Administration, Spieth set 36 and 54 hole records on his way to the first of multiple Green Jackets. Barring a bad back or a bad marriage, he is the next heir to Golf's Throne. Tiger fell from that title after suffering through both.
-Speaking of Tiger Woods, he has lost control. A man who seemed to have everything under control for years, hiding his actions and carefully controlling his image. Now, he just doesn't seem to care. His lack of self control over the four days in Augusta: the thrown clubs, the angry swats, the face that looks like it just tasted mouse flavored sherbert. He is still acting like the teenager trying to bend the game to his will. It worked for a while, but the bottle of control is now empty.
-A wild day in New Orleans leads to James Hinchcliffe in Victory Lane. Considering he switched places with Simon Pagenaud, the victory is sweet. He started 16th, and parlayed pit strategy into an upset in a race dominated by Juan Pablo Montoya, who lead 31 of the 47 laps. Montoya is definitiely the man to beat when the series moved to Long Beach and Alabama over the next two weekends.
-So much for the Tigers seeing the window of opportunity close. They are 6-0 in their first week of the new season. Timely hitting, solid pitching and good defense. If it holds up for 162 games, it should land in the playoffs again. It is a LONG season.
-Finally, watch out for Notre Dame in College Softball. They have now won 18 in a row Easy to ignore when they played in the Big East, but they are playing ACC competition. Great pitching, solid defense, and timely hitting...wait a minute...didn't I just say this... They have had a strong program for years, but this may be Deanna Gumpf's best team.
-Umpiring debut is Tuesday. Lord help us all.
So...am I off base?
-Jordan Spieth is a deserving Master's Champion. The first wire-to-wire winner since the Carter Administration, Spieth set 36 and 54 hole records on his way to the first of multiple Green Jackets. Barring a bad back or a bad marriage, he is the next heir to Golf's Throne. Tiger fell from that title after suffering through both.
-Speaking of Tiger Woods, he has lost control. A man who seemed to have everything under control for years, hiding his actions and carefully controlling his image. Now, he just doesn't seem to care. His lack of self control over the four days in Augusta: the thrown clubs, the angry swats, the face that looks like it just tasted mouse flavored sherbert. He is still acting like the teenager trying to bend the game to his will. It worked for a while, but the bottle of control is now empty.
-A wild day in New Orleans leads to James Hinchcliffe in Victory Lane. Considering he switched places with Simon Pagenaud, the victory is sweet. He started 16th, and parlayed pit strategy into an upset in a race dominated by Juan Pablo Montoya, who lead 31 of the 47 laps. Montoya is definitiely the man to beat when the series moved to Long Beach and Alabama over the next two weekends.
-So much for the Tigers seeing the window of opportunity close. They are 6-0 in their first week of the new season. Timely hitting, solid pitching and good defense. If it holds up for 162 games, it should land in the playoffs again. It is a LONG season.
-Finally, watch out for Notre Dame in College Softball. They have now won 18 in a row Easy to ignore when they played in the Big East, but they are playing ACC competition. Great pitching, solid defense, and timely hitting...wait a minute...didn't I just say this... They have had a strong program for years, but this may be Deanna Gumpf's best team.
-Umpiring debut is Tuesday. Lord help us all.
So...am I off base?
Monday, April 6, 2015
Random Thoughts- April 6
Some random thoughts while trying to figure out why I'm a day late with this week's post.
- A lot of eyes on tonight's NCAA Championship Game. I had Duke, but not Wisconsin. Maybe could have seen it coming based on Wisconsin's continued improvement through the tournament, especially at the defensive end. Gotta wonder if Kentucky actually started to believe their press clippings as the tournament continued. Their performance definitely declined as they got tested, especially by a Notre Dame team that should have beat them. John Calipari knows how to work the system, so the Wildcats will be back. Provided he doesn't end up coaching somewhere in the NBA.
-Not sure how I want to pick tonight's game. I have seen precious little of the tournament, but gotta lean to Duke. Wisconsin's staff can prepare for a game as good as anyone, but there is a subtle (or not so subtle difference) in having done it as often as Mike Krzezewski has. When all else is equal, go with experience.
-Major League baseball is alive and kicking. Might be worth waking up for in late July, early August. Roughly the time the Cubs and the Astros are eliminated from post season contention.
-My season of announcing with Elkhart Christian Academy continues this weekend when baseball opens it's home schedule with a doubleheader against the Fort Wayne Crusaders. Nothing like facing home schooled kids who can start practice pretty much anytime they want. I also have the home softball games on my announcing docket. By the way, I make a baseball umpiring debut at Bristol Little League on April 14 and 15. I've done more softball than baseball lately, but it's always good behind the plate.
-Finally get to be the object of my own statement which I've made to every team I've ever coached: "The umpires/referees are going to be bad. Just expect it. When a call doesn't go your way, just play a little harder." Me and my big mouth.
-Finally, a local note: Notre Dame Women's Basketball plays for a National Championship tomorrow night. Five straight trips to the Final Four, but I think it will be a VW Beetle chasing a Ferrari when they face Connecticut. UConn has so much talent and depth that it could be over early. ND's best hope is great defense and a healthy dose of three point baskets.
So...am I off base?
- A lot of eyes on tonight's NCAA Championship Game. I had Duke, but not Wisconsin. Maybe could have seen it coming based on Wisconsin's continued improvement through the tournament, especially at the defensive end. Gotta wonder if Kentucky actually started to believe their press clippings as the tournament continued. Their performance definitely declined as they got tested, especially by a Notre Dame team that should have beat them. John Calipari knows how to work the system, so the Wildcats will be back. Provided he doesn't end up coaching somewhere in the NBA.
-Not sure how I want to pick tonight's game. I have seen precious little of the tournament, but gotta lean to Duke. Wisconsin's staff can prepare for a game as good as anyone, but there is a subtle (or not so subtle difference) in having done it as often as Mike Krzezewski has. When all else is equal, go with experience.
-Major League baseball is alive and kicking. Might be worth waking up for in late July, early August. Roughly the time the Cubs and the Astros are eliminated from post season contention.
-My season of announcing with Elkhart Christian Academy continues this weekend when baseball opens it's home schedule with a doubleheader against the Fort Wayne Crusaders. Nothing like facing home schooled kids who can start practice pretty much anytime they want. I also have the home softball games on my announcing docket. By the way, I make a baseball umpiring debut at Bristol Little League on April 14 and 15. I've done more softball than baseball lately, but it's always good behind the plate.
-Finally get to be the object of my own statement which I've made to every team I've ever coached: "The umpires/referees are going to be bad. Just expect it. When a call doesn't go your way, just play a little harder." Me and my big mouth.
-Finally, a local note: Notre Dame Women's Basketball plays for a National Championship tomorrow night. Five straight trips to the Final Four, but I think it will be a VW Beetle chasing a Ferrari when they face Connecticut. UConn has so much talent and depth that it could be over early. ND's best hope is great defense and a healthy dose of three point baskets.
So...am I off base?
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Random Thoughts- March 29
Random thoughts while waiting for the pug to show a sign of life. This could take a while.
-As of this writing, I have two teams left in my bracket. They are my championship game participants. Thanks for your concern.
-Wait a minute! My pug just moved! False alarm, she farted. At least it's a sign of life.
-One week to Opening Day for Major League Baseball. I didn't see a major shift anywhere in particular, while the best moves seem to come from the Washington Nationals. Interesting that the Big Money Spenders of the past: Yankees, Red Sox, Dodgers; have been quiet. Wonder if their GM's have spent their way into a corner.
-Pug shifted positions. Now on mom's lap. Back to sleep.
-Juan Pablo Montoya wins the IndyCar opener in St. Petersburg. The new aero package seems like it's fun to drive, but left pieces all over the track. Race Driving requires give and take, but too many drivers were taking today. Aggressive, yes. Smart, no. Let's see how they drive in New Orleans in a couple of weeks.
-Pug moved...no, wait. That's my wife breathing.
-Give Notre Dame men's basketball great credit for a great season. 15-17 a year ago, to the ACC Tournament Champs and one desperation three from going to the Final Four in what should be the game of the year. A very young basketball team bodes well for the future. Time will tell.
-Woah! An ear wiggled!
So...am I off base?
-As of this writing, I have two teams left in my bracket. They are my championship game participants. Thanks for your concern.
-Wait a minute! My pug just moved! False alarm, she farted. At least it's a sign of life.
-One week to Opening Day for Major League Baseball. I didn't see a major shift anywhere in particular, while the best moves seem to come from the Washington Nationals. Interesting that the Big Money Spenders of the past: Yankees, Red Sox, Dodgers; have been quiet. Wonder if their GM's have spent their way into a corner.
-Pug shifted positions. Now on mom's lap. Back to sleep.
-Juan Pablo Montoya wins the IndyCar opener in St. Petersburg. The new aero package seems like it's fun to drive, but left pieces all over the track. Race Driving requires give and take, but too many drivers were taking today. Aggressive, yes. Smart, no. Let's see how they drive in New Orleans in a couple of weeks.
-Pug moved...no, wait. That's my wife breathing.
-Give Notre Dame men's basketball great credit for a great season. 15-17 a year ago, to the ACC Tournament Champs and one desperation three from going to the Final Four in what should be the game of the year. A very young basketball team bodes well for the future. Time will tell.
-Woah! An ear wiggled!
So...am I off base?
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Random Thoughts-March 22
Some random thoughts while recognizing I am whiter than sour cream.
-Yes, I did fill out a bracket for NCAA Division I Men's Basketball Tournament. At this moment, I only have half of my Final Four I picked is intact. I know you all were greatly worried.
-Spent most of Saturday replacing faucets. My hands are cut up and dried out. All the faucets work, and I only had to make one extra trip to the hardware store. Beat the old adage, "One trip to the hardware store breeds two more."
-The inevitable call came today, while I was in church. "We need a coach for ________ softball team. We would like to have you fill that role." Finally go to say no, with a clear conscience. My calendar is still full of ECA baseball/softball, umpiring, and being a theater dad. I will still see more diamonds than Zales.
-Quite pleased with the turn of weather in Northern Indiana. We actually look like spring. Trees in our neighborhood are budding. We were another week or so last year before the snow got out of the way. It was a lot worse winter a year ago.
-Spring Training is winding down. Quite impressed wtih the Giants and the Nationals, but my stock is down on the Tigers. They have lost more pitching in the last three years than any other Major League team and Justin Verlander looks like he might be on the down side of an excellent career. His resurgence will be key for the Tiger's chances.
-Meanwhile, The North Side of Chicago will extend their Wold Series drought to 70 years, and Championship drought to 107 years. Easily.
-Now that I have said it, listen for Al Michaels..."Do you believe in miracles?"
-Watch out for Notre Dame Softball. They swept Georgia Tech, a perennial ACC power, albeit in South Bend, to run a winning streak to six games.
-Three weeks to The Masters and no Tiger sighting. Rory missed a cut recently. Golf could be looking for another face, and may need it quickly. Augusta National could be the victor over the field this time.
-One week to Indy Car opener in St. Petersburg. Watch for Simon Pagenaud to strongly compete for a Championship, now that he is with Penske. I lean toward a strong resurgence from Juan Pablo Montoya.
So...am I off base?
-Yes, I did fill out a bracket for NCAA Division I Men's Basketball Tournament. At this moment, I only have half of my Final Four I picked is intact. I know you all were greatly worried.
-Spent most of Saturday replacing faucets. My hands are cut up and dried out. All the faucets work, and I only had to make one extra trip to the hardware store. Beat the old adage, "One trip to the hardware store breeds two more."
-The inevitable call came today, while I was in church. "We need a coach for ________ softball team. We would like to have you fill that role." Finally go to say no, with a clear conscience. My calendar is still full of ECA baseball/softball, umpiring, and being a theater dad. I will still see more diamonds than Zales.
-Quite pleased with the turn of weather in Northern Indiana. We actually look like spring. Trees in our neighborhood are budding. We were another week or so last year before the snow got out of the way. It was a lot worse winter a year ago.
-Spring Training is winding down. Quite impressed wtih the Giants and the Nationals, but my stock is down on the Tigers. They have lost more pitching in the last three years than any other Major League team and Justin Verlander looks like he might be on the down side of an excellent career. His resurgence will be key for the Tiger's chances.
-Meanwhile, The North Side of Chicago will extend their Wold Series drought to 70 years, and Championship drought to 107 years. Easily.
-Now that I have said it, listen for Al Michaels..."Do you believe in miracles?"
-Watch out for Notre Dame Softball. They swept Georgia Tech, a perennial ACC power, albeit in South Bend, to run a winning streak to six games.
-Three weeks to The Masters and no Tiger sighting. Rory missed a cut recently. Golf could be looking for another face, and may need it quickly. Augusta National could be the victor over the field this time.
-One week to Indy Car opener in St. Petersburg. Watch for Simon Pagenaud to strongly compete for a Championship, now that he is with Penske. I lean toward a strong resurgence from Juan Pablo Montoya.
So...am I off base?
Sunday, March 15, 2015
One Bite At A Time
Psychologists say that smell can be tied to the strongest of emotions. A dead skunk, a newly mown ball field, or a special perfume can each evoke disgust, joy, or total love and admiration. Sometimes it can evoke all three simultaneously. Okay, maybe the skunk skips the last one.
Having spent most of the last 15 years of my life supporting a radiology department at a hospital, I am still amazed what the smells of sick and injured individuals can conjure in the mind and heart. An emergency exposes people to all kinds of suffering, most famously in trauma situations. An ambulance delivering a crash victim that will not survive has it's own smell, one never forgotten. Life changes fast.
However, it is the daily smells that can haunt over and over again. The acrid smell of a jacket, so ingrained with cigarette smoke the only way to remove it is to burn the jacket, preferably outside. An individual who drinks heavily every day can actually seem to sweat the alcohol their hardened liver can never burn off. The smell of grease from a poor diet, sometimes fast food, sometimes self imposed, can actually make a E.R. room seem almost uninhabitable. All three together are a scream for help with no sound whatsoever.
Exposure to this has led to one of my pet theories: Some people commit suicide one bite at a time.
Smoke, drink, and poor food are as deadly a combination as 90 MPH or a loaded revolver in the hands of the wrong person. It just takes longer.
I was an eater. I ate when stressed. I ate for comfort. I ate because it was time to eat. I ate because I was lonely. I ate because I was bored. I ate because everyone else was, even if I had just eaten.
When I broke it down, I ate because I wasn't happy with me. I wasn't handsome enough. I wasn't popular. I couldn't get the grades or the job I wanted. I couldn't seem to find love. I had to start with myself.
Even after being married to a wonderful woman, I still felt the same. I didn't deserve her. Trying to hold jobs that were not fit for me or my personality because I could make money. And I ate to comfort myself from it.
Until I reached 265 pounds, and had the look of a walking heart attack or, given family history, stroke. When I finally overcame the other silent killer, stubborness, and went to the doctor. My blood pressure was 180/110. I have seen dozens come in looking like I did. Many never went back out. Seeing someone your age, at the same stage of life, and knowing their life changed because of little decisions made long ago based on a feeling.
I still see them in our radiology images daily. People wonder why they eat whatever they want and then wonder why they are obese. I have 12 drinks a day and people used to think I was cool until I crashed the car. Started smoking at 16 and now I have lung cancer. Small decisions lead to big consequences.
We are duped by the beer companies with gorgeous people drinking beer who are "ready for whatever". We see the Marlboro man and want the appeal he has to women. We see McDonald's selling their food for a hug or a high five. We want that, and sometimes never realize that to get those things you have to give them away, first.
I am still slightly obese. I lost 85 pounds, gained back 40 pounds. Now I am working to take it off again. Lost almost 10 since the first of the year. Small decisions lead to consequences.
Why I have to vent like this? I don't know. I just hope it helps someone. We are at March Madness time in the world of sports. A wonderful celebration of basketball. Funny how those players don't look like us.
So...am I off base?
So...am I off base?
Sunday, March 8, 2015
A Week Off
Thank you, virus. I needed the time away.
Yes, I worked solidly all week. However, my mind was separated from my body. My body has been sick for three weeks.
The antibiotic seems to work, but the drainage continues. Can't wait to see how I sound with a microphone in front of my face tomorrow night.
It's a shame, because some great sports is happening now. The NCAA is heading into tournament time. The NHL is lining up for the playoffs. The NBA, which I haven't watched since MJ started winning titles, is discussing extending an already too long season into July. Question: Will aanyone care?
Maybe the best thing I saw this week was the Cinderella is coming back in a live action movie.
Then again, the surprise of Purdue Men's Basketball finishing fourth in the Big Ten was pretty good, too.
Back to bed. Maybe something better is coming.
Yes, I worked solidly all week. However, my mind was separated from my body. My body has been sick for three weeks.
The antibiotic seems to work, but the drainage continues. Can't wait to see how I sound with a microphone in front of my face tomorrow night.
It's a shame, because some great sports is happening now. The NCAA is heading into tournament time. The NHL is lining up for the playoffs. The NBA, which I haven't watched since MJ started winning titles, is discussing extending an already too long season into July. Question: Will aanyone care?
Maybe the best thing I saw this week was the Cinderella is coming back in a live action movie.
Then again, the surprise of Purdue Men's Basketball finishing fourth in the Big Ten was pretty good, too.
Back to bed. Maybe something better is coming.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
A New Start
It's been a couple of weeks, and I have taken full advantage of the time away. I have been sick with a nasty cold. I managed to share, so everyone in the house has it now. At least I shared something.
Some things have taken shape over the last couple of weeks. I might be doing more umpiring than I thought. Might not be as much fun as coaching, but it will still put me on the field. I have always enjoyed umpiring in the past, and it will keep me active. A couple of games a week might not be a bad thing. Could be useful for the checkbook, too.
I will spend a little more time watching games at higher levels, too. The beauty of internet television is you can pretty find any game you want any time you want it. Pay only a modicum for it, too.
I have been spending more time working out, when I'm not sick. I am spending a fair amount of time on treadmills and lifting some weights. The first month of the year saw my weight drop 7 pounds. It will take continued effort and discipline at a dinner plate, but it can be done.
I have continued my public address duties at Elkhart Christian. Regardless of my kids' experiences, I am committed to Christian Education. I enjoy adding something to what the kids do, and I may continue in the spring. Might depend on how heavy the schedule is for baseball and softball, might depend on how the weight loss is going. Either way, I want to put something special into what the kids do. I couldn't get the P.A. job with the South Bend Cubs, so this is the next best thing.
Even have volunteer work to do with Heather's theater performances. She is Ruby in the Pioneer Troupe's performance of Ann of Green Gables. She will be auditioning for Disney's Tarzan with Premier Arts. Those commitments should keep my lips moving for the next few months.
So, what does this mean to this blog?
Subjects will be broader. Opinions will flow freely. Stuff outside sports might make it's way in more often. Somehow, my job at a hospital might even show up here and there.
I look forward to broadening the horizons, learning some new stuff, and hearing what you might have to say about it all. Hope to bring more Words of Life to everyone.
Let's strap in. The ride should be fun.
Some things have taken shape over the last couple of weeks. I might be doing more umpiring than I thought. Might not be as much fun as coaching, but it will still put me on the field. I have always enjoyed umpiring in the past, and it will keep me active. A couple of games a week might not be a bad thing. Could be useful for the checkbook, too.
I will spend a little more time watching games at higher levels, too. The beauty of internet television is you can pretty find any game you want any time you want it. Pay only a modicum for it, too.
I have been spending more time working out, when I'm not sick. I am spending a fair amount of time on treadmills and lifting some weights. The first month of the year saw my weight drop 7 pounds. It will take continued effort and discipline at a dinner plate, but it can be done.
I have continued my public address duties at Elkhart Christian. Regardless of my kids' experiences, I am committed to Christian Education. I enjoy adding something to what the kids do, and I may continue in the spring. Might depend on how heavy the schedule is for baseball and softball, might depend on how the weight loss is going. Either way, I want to put something special into what the kids do. I couldn't get the P.A. job with the South Bend Cubs, so this is the next best thing.
Even have volunteer work to do with Heather's theater performances. She is Ruby in the Pioneer Troupe's performance of Ann of Green Gables. She will be auditioning for Disney's Tarzan with Premier Arts. Those commitments should keep my lips moving for the next few months.
So, what does this mean to this blog?
Subjects will be broader. Opinions will flow freely. Stuff outside sports might make it's way in more often. Somehow, my job at a hospital might even show up here and there.
I look forward to broadening the horizons, learning some new stuff, and hearing what you might have to say about it all. Hope to bring more Words of Life to everyone.
Let's strap in. The ride should be fun.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
End of the Line
Time to get off the the train. I've been on it since 2003.
Eleven years is a long time in a world that gets it's information in 10 second sound bites, some of which are longer than some marriages. However, my days as a coach are over.
My son is finished with baseball. He got tired of the politics and decided he can design video games better since he plays them so well. Not sure I see the logic, but I appreciate commitment. As long as he commits to it and goes all out, hopefully lessons learned playing baseball, I'm behind him.
My daughter says she will miss softball, especially her little,well, superstition of watchting Krypto the Superdog before every practice and game. She loves the theater, and it lights her up to perform. A lot of similarities between sports and acting, and I hope the lessons sink in. She'll do very well.
For me, it is over. No more practice planning. No more quietly fussing over why I can't get the best out this player. No more putting together play matrices, so I know which player plays where in each inning. No more wondering if the parents are secretly plotting a revenge assassination.
Also, no more getting to know young men and women and trying to coach them for the game that starts at age 18. No more helping with a problem. No more giving a player the understanding that maybe they aren't getting at home. No more laughing at something someone said, especially at my expense.
I love the game, no matter what it is. It was sports that drew me into itself when I was a boy, and it's so deep, it is part of me that will never go away. Golf was what I did best, racing my first love, baseball something I will cherish. Adding the high school, college, and youth teams, I have had a part in over 500 athletes. The oldest are approaching their 49th birthday. One was even elected as Representative in Indiana. Must have overcome my effect on him.
It is the kids I will miss. Each year, I tried to remember to thank the parents for sharing the one thing they value most, their children. They became my kids, too. I saw one signed a letter of intent to play college football at Marian University. Another is headed to St. Joseph's to join their football program. I have young men in a lot of walks of life, even one in prison for cheating the elderly.
I might still umpire a little. My weekends are mine again. My bride of 23 summers and a lot more winters isn't sure what she will do without the ballpark. I do know we are planning a vacation as soon as school ends. Nothing else to work around, my weekends are mine, as long as the theater schedule isn't too bad. I might actually have some cash. My lawn might actually start to look good again.
I will be taking a couple of weeks sabbatical from A Bit Off Base. Gotta ponder what to do with this blog.
It's over. I just hope I did something well and something worthwhile.
I have always been a bit off base. Thanks for sharing the ride.
Eleven years is a long time in a world that gets it's information in 10 second sound bites, some of which are longer than some marriages. However, my days as a coach are over.
My son is finished with baseball. He got tired of the politics and decided he can design video games better since he plays them so well. Not sure I see the logic, but I appreciate commitment. As long as he commits to it and goes all out, hopefully lessons learned playing baseball, I'm behind him.
My daughter says she will miss softball, especially her little,well, superstition of watchting Krypto the Superdog before every practice and game. She loves the theater, and it lights her up to perform. A lot of similarities between sports and acting, and I hope the lessons sink in. She'll do very well.
For me, it is over. No more practice planning. No more quietly fussing over why I can't get the best out this player. No more putting together play matrices, so I know which player plays where in each inning. No more wondering if the parents are secretly plotting a revenge assassination.
Also, no more getting to know young men and women and trying to coach them for the game that starts at age 18. No more helping with a problem. No more giving a player the understanding that maybe they aren't getting at home. No more laughing at something someone said, especially at my expense.
I love the game, no matter what it is. It was sports that drew me into itself when I was a boy, and it's so deep, it is part of me that will never go away. Golf was what I did best, racing my first love, baseball something I will cherish. Adding the high school, college, and youth teams, I have had a part in over 500 athletes. The oldest are approaching their 49th birthday. One was even elected as Representative in Indiana. Must have overcome my effect on him.
It is the kids I will miss. Each year, I tried to remember to thank the parents for sharing the one thing they value most, their children. They became my kids, too. I saw one signed a letter of intent to play college football at Marian University. Another is headed to St. Joseph's to join their football program. I have young men in a lot of walks of life, even one in prison for cheating the elderly.
I might still umpire a little. My weekends are mine again. My bride of 23 summers and a lot more winters isn't sure what she will do without the ballpark. I do know we are planning a vacation as soon as school ends. Nothing else to work around, my weekends are mine, as long as the theater schedule isn't too bad. I might actually have some cash. My lawn might actually start to look good again.
I will be taking a couple of weeks sabbatical from A Bit Off Base. Gotta ponder what to do with this blog.
It's over. I just hope I did something well and something worthwhile.
I have always been a bit off base. Thanks for sharing the ride.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
A Great Game
It was a great game.
Each team looked down and out, with their offense going doing little. Each team made their share of great plays, and their share of mistakes. The unsung hero reared it heaad on each side, Julian Edelman and Chris Matthews. Too bad there was a poor display at the end of the game.
The Patriots found a way to win the game. The Seahawks made a poor choice at the goal line.
Malcolm Butler is an unlikely Super Bowl hero. An undrafted free agent makes the big play. The kind of guy the Patriots find.
The organization won from the top down.
The only question I have: Why didn't Marshawn Lynch get the ball on second and one at the one yard line? He hadn't been stopped in that part of the field. He has been highly dependable holding on to the ball. The line had just blown a huge hole that ended one yard from the goal line. Like the call before halftime to go for the touchdown: if it works, it's great.
Tom Brady did a yeoman's job of rallying the forces in the fourth quarter. He played his best when it counted the most. A tremendous game play by Bill Belichik and his staff: Attack the defense by not attacking the defense. Play to it's weakest spot continually and keep working it. Create the mismatch of Rob Grontkowski on any linebacker. Threw to Richard Sherman's side once, and it made a hero out of Julian Edelman.
Seattle will be back again. I will see my team play in this game one more time, at least. Russell Wilson can flat out lead and get his teammates to go with him. The defense will continue to be strong.
The bottom line: use your funadmentals, work exceptionally hard, and do it better than everyone else.
Can't help but admire that.
So...am I off base?
Each team looked down and out, with their offense going doing little. Each team made their share of great plays, and their share of mistakes. The unsung hero reared it heaad on each side, Julian Edelman and Chris Matthews. Too bad there was a poor display at the end of the game.
The Patriots found a way to win the game. The Seahawks made a poor choice at the goal line.
Malcolm Butler is an unlikely Super Bowl hero. An undrafted free agent makes the big play. The kind of guy the Patriots find.
The organization won from the top down.
The only question I have: Why didn't Marshawn Lynch get the ball on second and one at the one yard line? He hadn't been stopped in that part of the field. He has been highly dependable holding on to the ball. The line had just blown a huge hole that ended one yard from the goal line. Like the call before halftime to go for the touchdown: if it works, it's great.
Tom Brady did a yeoman's job of rallying the forces in the fourth quarter. He played his best when it counted the most. A tremendous game play by Bill Belichik and his staff: Attack the defense by not attacking the defense. Play to it's weakest spot continually and keep working it. Create the mismatch of Rob Grontkowski on any linebacker. Threw to Richard Sherman's side once, and it made a hero out of Julian Edelman.
Seattle will be back again. I will see my team play in this game one more time, at least. Russell Wilson can flat out lead and get his teammates to go with him. The defense will continue to be strong.
The bottom line: use your funadmentals, work exceptionally hard, and do it better than everyone else.
Can't help but admire that.
So...am I off base?
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Roman Numeral Classic
Super Bowl XLIX has a lot of questions that need answered.
First, why isn't it Super Bowl IL? Isn't that the proper Roman numeral for 49? Or is the NFL so diseased at this point, it doesn't want anything construed as ill?
In the interest of full disclosure, let it be known that I have been a Seahawk fan since Jack Patera was the head coach. He had a quarterback named Jim Zorn, fresh from being cut by the Dallas Cowboys. He learned to run for his life early, which makes sense on an expansion team. They won four games that first season, four more than the other expansion team that year: The Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
The New England Patriots come off one of the best performances I've ever seen in a Conference Championship game. The Seattle Seahawks come off one of the worst performances I've ever seen in a Conference Championship game, and the worst one I have ever seen advance to a Super Bowl. It seems cut and dried that the Patriots are one their way to a victory.
I kind of have that feeling with one caveat. If Seattle can run the football with tremendous abandon, at the clip of 200 yards or more for the game, it would be very difficult to overcome. In fact, the opportunity exists for the Seahawks to play their best game, something that may not exist for the Patriots.
The game may hinge on the availability of Max Unger. He has been on the sideline for all four Seahawk losses this season, and they played like dog meat without him in the Conference Championship game. Only tremendous acts of will and God's grace allowed the Seahawks to advance. Max Unger''s unifying force could change the outlook of this game.
My choice? I believe the Seahawks will pull this game out. It will take a large amount of rushing yards to keep the Seahawks ahead. The lack of a turnover would strengthen the Seahawk case.
Seattle 24, New England 21. The only deflated balls in this one will Tom Brady's, after three interceptions.
So...am I off base?
First, why isn't it Super Bowl IL? Isn't that the proper Roman numeral for 49? Or is the NFL so diseased at this point, it doesn't want anything construed as ill?
In the interest of full disclosure, let it be known that I have been a Seahawk fan since Jack Patera was the head coach. He had a quarterback named Jim Zorn, fresh from being cut by the Dallas Cowboys. He learned to run for his life early, which makes sense on an expansion team. They won four games that first season, four more than the other expansion team that year: The Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
The New England Patriots come off one of the best performances I've ever seen in a Conference Championship game. The Seattle Seahawks come off one of the worst performances I've ever seen in a Conference Championship game, and the worst one I have ever seen advance to a Super Bowl. It seems cut and dried that the Patriots are one their way to a victory.
I kind of have that feeling with one caveat. If Seattle can run the football with tremendous abandon, at the clip of 200 yards or more for the game, it would be very difficult to overcome. In fact, the opportunity exists for the Seahawks to play their best game, something that may not exist for the Patriots.
The game may hinge on the availability of Max Unger. He has been on the sideline for all four Seahawk losses this season, and they played like dog meat without him in the Conference Championship game. Only tremendous acts of will and God's grace allowed the Seahawks to advance. Max Unger''s unifying force could change the outlook of this game.
My choice? I believe the Seahawks will pull this game out. It will take a large amount of rushing yards to keep the Seahawks ahead. The lack of a turnover would strengthen the Seahawk case.
Seattle 24, New England 21. The only deflated balls in this one will Tom Brady's, after three interceptions.
So...am I off base?
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Seattle Surprise and Patriot Stew
The Super Bowl should be an interesting affair in two weeks. Barring a Seahawk like comeback by Indianapolis, the Patriots and the Seahawks should be playing in the Roman Numeral Classic (Thanks, Todd Wright.) I've got an early take on the game that might be a little off base. For me, what else is new?
New England looks like a prohibitive favorite. Tom Brady has fired on all cylinders so far today, and barring injury, should do so again. Tom Brady's sixth Super Bowl start looks like it should be successful. If the offensive line plays as well as they have been and the defense maintains it's dominating ways, they look unbeatable.
To be fair, the Colts have not executed very well. Andrew Luck could have made the move from good to great, but the stage looked a little too big. He will someday, just not today. The Colts might want to think about a first round running back not named Trent Richardson. I enjoyed his Thursday quote, "I sat out the last game. I don't intend to sit out again." He didn't even make the trip to Boston. It's a Sunday league, Trent.
Everyone is talking about the finish of the NFC Championship game, but they shouldn't be. It is an improbable finish and a testament to the power of will. Seattle, led by Marshawn Lynch and the never-say-die attitude of Russell Wilson, found a way to win at the end. Even as a Seahawk fan from day one of the franchise, they had no business winning the game.
However, the Packers should have found a way to put it away early. Three possessions in Seattle's red zone netted two field goals. However, even without the intereception, it should have been 21-0 Packers after one quarter. A deficit like that would have been a lot more difficult to overcome. Whether it was because of the Seahawk defense or the Packer offense, it allowed the opportunity for the Seahawks to win a four minute game by enough points to get to overtime.
For the record, I agree with kicking the first field goal, but not the second. The field goal provided the first points of the game and capitalized on a Seahawk turnover. The second field goal should never have happened. Line up and dominate the line. Blow them off the ball and punch it in the end zone. Some pundits have called this the McCarthy "Discount Double Choke."
The Super Bowl will hinge on the injury situation. Richard Sherman and Earl Thomas, half of the Legion of Boom secondary will have MRI's tomorrow, making an unknown radiologist in the Seattle area the most important person setting Super Bowl point spreads. More important, Max Unger, who has been on the sideline for all four Seahawk losses this season, was inactive today. Will the two weeks off be enough to get him back on the field?
A year ago, the Seahawks weren't supposed to beat the Broncos. They probably aren't supposed to beat the Patriots, either. I think it boils down to old style football: line play and running the football. I hope it's a great game. Seattle may need to limit Patriot offensive time on the field. Looking forward to a little smack talk between Richard Sherman and Darrell Revis. Provided Sherman feels like talking about it.
So...am I off base?
New England looks like a prohibitive favorite. Tom Brady has fired on all cylinders so far today, and barring injury, should do so again. Tom Brady's sixth Super Bowl start looks like it should be successful. If the offensive line plays as well as they have been and the defense maintains it's dominating ways, they look unbeatable.
To be fair, the Colts have not executed very well. Andrew Luck could have made the move from good to great, but the stage looked a little too big. He will someday, just not today. The Colts might want to think about a first round running back not named Trent Richardson. I enjoyed his Thursday quote, "I sat out the last game. I don't intend to sit out again." He didn't even make the trip to Boston. It's a Sunday league, Trent.
Everyone is talking about the finish of the NFC Championship game, but they shouldn't be. It is an improbable finish and a testament to the power of will. Seattle, led by Marshawn Lynch and the never-say-die attitude of Russell Wilson, found a way to win at the end. Even as a Seahawk fan from day one of the franchise, they had no business winning the game.
However, the Packers should have found a way to put it away early. Three possessions in Seattle's red zone netted two field goals. However, even without the intereception, it should have been 21-0 Packers after one quarter. A deficit like that would have been a lot more difficult to overcome. Whether it was because of the Seahawk defense or the Packer offense, it allowed the opportunity for the Seahawks to win a four minute game by enough points to get to overtime.
For the record, I agree with kicking the first field goal, but not the second. The field goal provided the first points of the game and capitalized on a Seahawk turnover. The second field goal should never have happened. Line up and dominate the line. Blow them off the ball and punch it in the end zone. Some pundits have called this the McCarthy "Discount Double Choke."
The Super Bowl will hinge on the injury situation. Richard Sherman and Earl Thomas, half of the Legion of Boom secondary will have MRI's tomorrow, making an unknown radiologist in the Seattle area the most important person setting Super Bowl point spreads. More important, Max Unger, who has been on the sideline for all four Seahawk losses this season, was inactive today. Will the two weeks off be enough to get him back on the field?
A year ago, the Seahawks weren't supposed to beat the Broncos. They probably aren't supposed to beat the Patriots, either. I think it boils down to old style football: line play and running the football. I hope it's a great game. Seattle may need to limit Patriot offensive time on the field. Looking forward to a little smack talk between Richard Sherman and Darrell Revis. Provided Sherman feels like talking about it.
So...am I off base?
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Championships Abound
Not often you see three championship games in a week. The big questions to be answered are: 1) Can Ohio State slow down Marcus Mariota and the Oregon Ducks? 2) Can Seattle possibly play bettert than they did against Carolina? 3) Is it time for Andrew Luck to take over as the premier quarterback in the NFL?
Question 1 deals with the first College Football Playoff Championship Game. Oregon dethroned the Seminoles rather unceremoniously, while Ohio State found a way to beat the SEC myth and Alabama. The real question is: Can anybody stop the Ducks?
One big thing in Ohio State's favor is a coach that knows how to win a Championship. Urban Meyer crafted a game plan that confounded the Tide but only has a week to do it. Think there were a few calls made between Columbus and Tucson this week?
No one seems to be talking about Ohio State's offense, which is running just fine with a third string quarterback. A third string quarterback who supposedly tweeted about classes being pointless since he was there to play football. If Ohio State has a chance, it will be by running the football and keeping the Oregon offense off the field. The offense can't score if they can't get the ball.
Oregon's defense is too good for that. Granted that Florida State played like they were slain by the Holy Spirit, but Oregon plays great defense. Oregon wins, unless Ohio State runs the ball for over 250 yards. Not likely.
Side note- an unintended side effect of the College Football Playoff involves coaching. A coach successful in college playoffs looks much more enticing to the NFL. NFL coaches that are successful getting a team everywhere short of the Super Bowl might be successful in the College system, especially in the elite teams.
Seattle sure looks like a Super Bowl participant again. Green Bay got the help Dallas got a week ago. Seattle's defense must be licking it's chops facing an injured Aaron Rodgers. Their secondary is a little better than Dallas'. Seattle's pass rush is much better than Dallas', too. I see Seattle winning easily.
Green Bay's hope is to run the ball and keep Russell Wilson and the Seahawk offense off the field. Forcing about four turnovers is the other best Packer bet. I don't see either one happening. Take the Seahawks and give how many points are offered.
Indianapolis and New England is an intriguing match up. Andrew Luck is coming of age. Having defeated Peyton Manning in what I hope is his final game, he gets the chance to dispatch Tom Brady and take over as the elite quarterback of the AFC. I suppose it had to happen sooner or later.
The Colts ran the ball with abandon against the Broncos, especially the eight minute drive in the fourth quarter without Trent Richardson, who cost the Colts a first round pick. The Patriots seem ripe for an upset, even at home. They escaped by stretching the rules and perseverence. Probably won't happen twice.
The Patriots' best hope is to run the ball well and try to confuse Andrew Luck. I feel it is Luck's turn. Best chance for an upset is the Colts changing the guard.
So...am I off base?
Question 1 deals with the first College Football Playoff Championship Game. Oregon dethroned the Seminoles rather unceremoniously, while Ohio State found a way to beat the SEC myth and Alabama. The real question is: Can anybody stop the Ducks?
One big thing in Ohio State's favor is a coach that knows how to win a Championship. Urban Meyer crafted a game plan that confounded the Tide but only has a week to do it. Think there were a few calls made between Columbus and Tucson this week?
No one seems to be talking about Ohio State's offense, which is running just fine with a third string quarterback. A third string quarterback who supposedly tweeted about classes being pointless since he was there to play football. If Ohio State has a chance, it will be by running the football and keeping the Oregon offense off the field. The offense can't score if they can't get the ball.
Oregon's defense is too good for that. Granted that Florida State played like they were slain by the Holy Spirit, but Oregon plays great defense. Oregon wins, unless Ohio State runs the ball for over 250 yards. Not likely.
Side note- an unintended side effect of the College Football Playoff involves coaching. A coach successful in college playoffs looks much more enticing to the NFL. NFL coaches that are successful getting a team everywhere short of the Super Bowl might be successful in the College system, especially in the elite teams.
Seattle sure looks like a Super Bowl participant again. Green Bay got the help Dallas got a week ago. Seattle's defense must be licking it's chops facing an injured Aaron Rodgers. Their secondary is a little better than Dallas'. Seattle's pass rush is much better than Dallas', too. I see Seattle winning easily.
Green Bay's hope is to run the ball and keep Russell Wilson and the Seahawk offense off the field. Forcing about four turnovers is the other best Packer bet. I don't see either one happening. Take the Seahawks and give how many points are offered.
Indianapolis and New England is an intriguing match up. Andrew Luck is coming of age. Having defeated Peyton Manning in what I hope is his final game, he gets the chance to dispatch Tom Brady and take over as the elite quarterback of the AFC. I suppose it had to happen sooner or later.
The Colts ran the ball with abandon against the Broncos, especially the eight minute drive in the fourth quarter without Trent Richardson, who cost the Colts a first round pick. The Patriots seem ripe for an upset, even at home. They escaped by stretching the rules and perseverence. Probably won't happen twice.
The Patriots' best hope is to run the ball well and try to confuse Andrew Luck. I feel it is Luck's turn. Best chance for an upset is the Colts changing the guard.
So...am I off base?
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Divisional Round
Having survived Wild Card Weekend, I look ahead to the Divisional Round of the NFL Playoffs.
It wasn't very pretty on the whole. The officiating was not very good, and understatement to Lions fans, but it usually isn't very good. The play was not very good. Heck, Tony Romo won a playoff game coming from behind.
Suppose I ought to look ahead to the Divisional Rounds of playoffs.
The AFC- Indianapolis at Denver- Indianapolis comes off an easy win against the Bengals. Denver leans on Peyton Manning and his decision making. Andrew Luck looks pretty good, but I'm still looking for a running game. Seems to me, if you can keep the other team's good quarterback off the field, you have a chance to win the game. Since neither team seems to run the ball well, it may well come down to last possession wins. Gotta take Peyton Manning. (Unless it's Luck's time to usurp the throne!)
Baltimore at New England- Tom Brady is still a force to be reckoned with, and Joe Flacco has won a Super Bowl. I have always liked the Ravens' defense, but the Patriots' defense can make big plays. The Ravens have the running back, Justin Forsett, who can control the game. If the Ravens can run the ball, Joe Flacco can finish the deal. I believe this is the game most ripe for an upset. Stay tuned. Could have the best finish of the weekend.
The NFL- Dallas at Green Bay- Tony Romo finally won a big game, sort of. Aaron Rodgers is the hottest quarterback in the NFL. DeMarco Murray and Eddie Lacy can both control the game. Neither defense could stop a strong offense. This game could be high scoring affair. Aaron Rodgers has the playoff experience Tony Romo does not. I believe it will make all the difference when push comes to shove. Dallas' best bet, believe it or not, is bad weather. It could level the playing field.
Carolina at Seattle- I've made it clear I am a lifelong Seahawk, but, objectively, this is a game of defenses. They are both physical, strong, and capable of scoring. Carolina is more physical against the run, which could be to their advantage. Seattle is incredible against the pass, and strong against the run. This game will be decided by which quarterback gives their offense more oppotunities...with their legs. Russell Wilson is a lot more accurate than Cam Newton, and should be the difference maker. Don't count the Panthers out.
So...am I off base?
It wasn't very pretty on the whole. The officiating was not very good, and understatement to Lions fans, but it usually isn't very good. The play was not very good. Heck, Tony Romo won a playoff game coming from behind.
Suppose I ought to look ahead to the Divisional Rounds of playoffs.
The AFC- Indianapolis at Denver- Indianapolis comes off an easy win against the Bengals. Denver leans on Peyton Manning and his decision making. Andrew Luck looks pretty good, but I'm still looking for a running game. Seems to me, if you can keep the other team's good quarterback off the field, you have a chance to win the game. Since neither team seems to run the ball well, it may well come down to last possession wins. Gotta take Peyton Manning. (Unless it's Luck's time to usurp the throne!)
Baltimore at New England- Tom Brady is still a force to be reckoned with, and Joe Flacco has won a Super Bowl. I have always liked the Ravens' defense, but the Patriots' defense can make big plays. The Ravens have the running back, Justin Forsett, who can control the game. If the Ravens can run the ball, Joe Flacco can finish the deal. I believe this is the game most ripe for an upset. Stay tuned. Could have the best finish of the weekend.
The NFL- Dallas at Green Bay- Tony Romo finally won a big game, sort of. Aaron Rodgers is the hottest quarterback in the NFL. DeMarco Murray and Eddie Lacy can both control the game. Neither defense could stop a strong offense. This game could be high scoring affair. Aaron Rodgers has the playoff experience Tony Romo does not. I believe it will make all the difference when push comes to shove. Dallas' best bet, believe it or not, is bad weather. It could level the playing field.
Carolina at Seattle- I've made it clear I am a lifelong Seahawk, but, objectively, this is a game of defenses. They are both physical, strong, and capable of scoring. Carolina is more physical against the run, which could be to their advantage. Seattle is incredible against the pass, and strong against the run. This game will be decided by which quarterback gives their offense more oppotunities...with their legs. Russell Wilson is a lot more accurate than Cam Newton, and should be the difference maker. Don't count the Panthers out.
So...am I off base?
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