Dear sports establishment: STOP CRAMMING TIGER WOODS DOWN OUR THROATS

Masters coverage: Of networks, pundits, kneepads and chapstick.

I watched final round coverage of the Masters today and in case you didn’t hear yet, Jordan Spieth was transcendent.

There was a problem, though. The network obviously focused camera time on the Spieth/Dustin Rose pairing, which is where all the drama was (not that there was much actual drama once they made the turn onto the back 9), and they also showed us most of what Phil Mickelson, who wound up tied with Rose for second, was doing.

So far so good. The remainder of the attention was given to the guy who finished … fourth? No. Fifth? Nope. Sixth? Nuh-uh. Continue reading

It’s time baseball players were allowed to carry guns on the field

CATEGORY: SportsYesterday, the second best pitcher on the LA Dodgers, Zack Greinke, had his collarbone broken by an out-of-control Carlos Quentin.

If Greinke had only had a right to carry a gun in the workplace, this all could have been avoided. He was denied that right because of an aggressive anti-Second Amendment stance by Major League Baseball.

Zack Greinke, who is white, is an outstanding pitcher and former all-star, having won the Cy Young in 2009 and this year having signed a six year contract worth $147 million with the Dodgers. (That’s about $5,000 per pitch.) Mr. Quentin, who makes roughly 1/3 of what Mr. Greinke makes and is of Hispanic descent, has a habit of stepping in front of pitches. In this case, after being hit he charged the mound and viciously slammed into Greinke, breaking his non-throwing shoulder. Both dugouts immediately emptied. Greinke is out for at least eight weeks, although there is no timetable on how long it will take him to fully recover, if ever. This represents a loss of roughly $5 million dollars for the Dodgers and two to three wins.

If Greinke had been armed with a handgun, even a small one, this likely would not have happened. He was not, even though everyone else in Dodger Stadium probably was, because of an antiquated and unreasonable ban on such weapons by MLB.

Guns have proven to be a useful deterrent to violence in other sports. In the NBA, when Gilbert Arenas of the Washington Wizards (formerly the Bullets) refused to pay a gambling debt and pulled four guns on fellow player Javaris Crittenton, Crittenton was able to defuse the situation by pulling a gun of his own from his locker. However, the NBA, like MLB, has an aggressive anti-gun stance and suspended Crittenton, later releasing him. He continues to be hounded even today, as he was arrested last week by the FBI and charged with 12 counts, including murder, stemming from a pre-emptive self-defense situation in Atlanta. Mr. Crittenton attended Georgia Tech and is a member of numerous charitable and social organizations, including the Crips.

It’s time for professional sports to join the 21st century. There’s ample proof that guns prevent crime and guns in the workplace save lives. It’s time to give professional baseball players the same rights as policemen, airline pilots and kindergarten teachers.

The old “liberal intelligentsia hates the football program” argument: a Boulder Intellectual responds to a prominent sportswriter

There it was again on the radio this morning: a sports pundit talking about the anti-sports environment that pervades America’s universities, and in particular the hyper-liberal University of Colorado.

[sigh]

In this case, the guy doing the talking is actually pretty credible. Terry Frei of the Denver Post was on Sandy Clough’s show (104.3 FM, The Fan) as he is every Saturday morning. As a rule, Clough’s show is perhaps the smartest three of hours of your sports talk day here in the 5280. (For perspective, understand that we have four full-time sports stations and at least one more that includes a good bit of sports in its daily mix, so we’re a fairly big dog market when it comes to sports radio.) Clough, maybe my favorite sports radio guy in America, and certainly in Denver, is relentlessly informed and unusually thoughtful for his profession, and Frei is in some respects Clough’s local newspaper analogue. So I always tune in when I’m out and about, as I was this morning.

Further, Frei has some particular insight into the question he was engaging: his father, Jerry, was head football coach at the University of Oregon from 1967-1971, so Terry has seen college football in a liberal university town up close and personal.

Some caveats before I dive in. Frei is not a run-of-the-mill sports talk doofus (although The Fan does employ its share of them). Instead, what we have here is a smart guy working from a perspective that perhaps keeps him from understanding, or at least articulating, the full nuance of what’s really at work. (Let me also make clear that Frei and Clough are perhaps the two most rational voices among those I’ll be talking about below, so I’m not necessarily lumping them in with the “others” I’ll be mentioning. I hope they’ll forgive me if I paint with too broad a brush – I’m trying very hard to avoid a straw man situation here; nothing I’m going to tell you I have heard said is anything but precisely that, and today’s radio show is part of the general tendency, even if it resides at the upper end of the quality curve.)

Onward. Since I’m almost an archetypal example of the kind of person the standard “Boulder liberal” critique is aimed at, this seems as good a time as any to step in with, as Paul Harvey might say, the rest of the story.

Frei is certainly right to note that the CU football program has had its detractors in Boulder for the past few years. Former Coach Bill McCartney had a good bit of success in the late ’80s and early ’90s, but his stances on social, political and religious issues were a source of ongoing embarrassment for the community. If the “intelligentsia” in Boulder hated McCartney, we might consider his values in light of the community that employed him and conclude that their reaction was predictable, if not completely justified. Then came Slick Rick Neuheisel, who was at the helm for a bit of controversy, although it was determined that he wasn’t really at fault. He was followed by Gary Barnett, who found himself at the center of all kinds of trouble, some of it very public and very embarrassing for the school. It can be argued that these events were perhaps overblown (Frei himself makes that argument, and feels that he personally was culpable in feeding a frenzy that was unfair to Barnett), although Bleacher Report calls it the third worst scandal in college football history. Regardless, anyone familiar with the Katie Hnida case and the infamous press conference surrounding it must allow that, at a minimum, the coach’s appalling PR gaffe damaged the university in ways that were hard to overlook. (Barnett’s worst moment starts at the 2:45 mark.)

Dan Hawkins seems to have run a relatively clean, if utterly inept program, and most recently there was the controversy around Jon Embree’s firing after only two years. The last two tenures have been pretty much free of off-field drama, it should be noted, and while I hate losing, I hate having the university’s integrity tarnished a lot worse. If you want to say I’d rather lose fair than win dirty, I’m okay with that.

I will also not argue Frei’s contention that many in the CU community – and here, of course, we’re talking about all those liberal professors who, it is routinely implied by many of those who support the cause of Buff football, have way more power than is healthy in a tier 1 research university environment – have a serious burr under their saddle regarding the program. This is absolutely true.

Here’s where the problem arises. Frei, and others, often fail to give fair voice to the true nature of the complaint. It isn’t, as is too often suggested, that academics hate sports and all things associated with it. This is patently untrue. Some academics don’t care about sports in general and yes, some hate sports, period. I know some of these people. Used to date one, in fact.

But the same is true in every university. The same is true in corporate America. The same is true in towns that have no university whatsoever. I’ve never worked in a company where somebody didn’t hate sports. I’ve never lived in a city where people didn’t hate sports. One of my best friends, who has not an academic bone in his body (and very few liberal ones, either) despises sports and everything about them.

In Boulder, even if it were true that every single professor hated football, it wouldn’t matter. These folks didn’t even have enough power to prevent the hiring of a corporatist, anti-intellectualclimate disruption denier as president.

Let me pause to qualify myself here, because it bears on the discussion. I am a CU grad. I earned my doctorate there in 1999 and the faceless, nameless “liberal intelligentsia” are actual personal friends and acquaintances for me. I know them. I studied with them. I’ve been to their homes and argued with them (boy, howdy, did I argue with them) and had beers with them and collaborated with them and praised them and in some cases spoken about them in ways that were less than flattering.

And when it comes to this category of “Boulder Intellectuals who have problems with the football program,” make sure you have me on the list (even though I now live in Denver).

Except…except I don’t hate sports. I don’t hate football. At all. Been an athlete my whole life. Football, baseball, basketball, soccer, tennis, golf, wrestling, water polo, volleyball, track, cross-country – at some point or another in my life I have competed in all these sports, in some cases casually and poorly and in other cases doing not badly for myself. In my brightest moment, I started at right back for the Iowa State University club soccer team that beat Kansas State to win the Big 8 Tournament in 1988. (There was no NCAA soccer in the conference at that point, which meant that the club team was the only team and that grad students could play, which was awesome.)

I watch sports, too. I love the Broncos (now that Tebow is gone) and the Red Sox and the Avalanche and the Nuggets and Wake Forest (even though our hoops team sucks right now). My biggest passion these days is West London’s Chelsea FC. I’m on the board of directors, even, for our local Rocky Mountain Blues Chelsea Supporters Club and I was driving around this morning to hear Clough and Frei because I was on my way back from the British Bulldog, where we gather to watch Chelsea matches. Today’s 8am start was a welcome one – last weekend the kick was at 5:30am MST.

What else? Oh, I listen to lots of sports talk radio. When I’m in the truck, button #1 is set to 104.3FM. Buttons #2-3 are set to the other FM sports outlets and my first AM button is a sports station, too. Two or three other AM buttons are set to stations that carry the games of teams I follow. And I watch SportsCenter, of course.

Oh yeah – and I root for my Colorado Buffaloes football team (although in recent years that has been a dour way to spend an afternoon). And Ralphie? I freakin’ LOVE Ralphie! Best. Mascot. In. College. Sports. Period.

In other words, not a hater.

While I may be a little more overboard about things like Chelsea than most Boulder Intellectuals, the truth is that most of the folks I know up there don’t hate sports at all. Many, like me, have been athletes themselves. Many watch games. Root for the team. Want CU to do well because they understand that, as the system is currently set up, on-field success actually helps things like academic recruiting.

The CU community, then, doesn’t have a problem with athletics. It has a problem with the ways in which big money athletics are allowed to corrupt institutions of higher learning. This is a critical distinction. I have never once heard a professor or a doctoral student or anyone else you might lump in with the Boulder Intellectual community complaining about intramurals or club sports or, for that matter, non-revenue sports. Heck, when I was a professor at a small liberal arts school in the Northeast (with a full D1 athletics program), the women’s hoops team was one of the jewels of the university. Their collective GPA was better than the student population at large, they worked hard and if there were ever any disciplinary problems I never heard about it. Student-athletes in non-revenue sports are often absolute models of what a university student should be, and there is zero opposition to their presence in the university community in Boulder (or any other university of which I am aware).

Unfortunately, big money athletics programs – here we’re talking primarily about football, and in some cases basketball – are built around agendas and principles (if you can use that term) that not only have nothing to do with a university, they are directly antithetical to the goals and values of higher education. If you are a prospective engineering major, you’re admitted to school because of your academic credentials and potential. If you’re a highly recruited running back, you may be admitted despite your academic credentials and potential. If you are not a promising athlete, a record of run-ins with the law and/or academic dishonesty will, at a minimum, significantly damage your chances of admission. If you are an athlete, those same transgressions will require the athletic director and the admissions department to huddle so they can explore ways of working around the system.

No, not all non-athletes turn out to be law abiding, high achieving citizens who make the university proud. Only a moron would make that argument. And by no means are all, or even a majority, of scholarship athletes irredeemable thugs who are only on campus because they dream of playing in the bigs. Again, you’d have to be utterly blind to the facts to think such a thing.

But the big money demands of revenue football at schools like Colorado mean that if you hope to succeed, you must craft a second-tier admissions system that accepts students who aren’t qualified, de facto, to be in the same classroom as the general student population. It has to overlook behavioral tendencies that you’d never condone in a non-athlete. And once they’re in comes the really tricky part: keeping them eligible. Allowing them to take light loads and avoid rigorous classes. Funneling them into easy majors (assuming they’re going to be around long enough to declare a major). University-paid tutoring. Personal calls to professors whose classes are giving players a hard time. And so on.

If you find yourself mentally arguing with that last paragraph, stop reading and move on now. You’re either hopelessly uninformed, mired in a tragic case of denial or you’re simply not interested in the facts. Nothing said so far is even remotely controversial. If you want your team to win and you hate anything that gets in the way of that, fine. You’re a fan of professional sports and you think that’s what colleges are for.

“Intellectuals” – and really, you don’t have to be packing a PhD to get this – believe that universities are about teaching and learning, not developing talent for major league sports. They’re about the arts and sciences. They’re about engineering and law. They’re about medicine and conducting the basic research that uncovers the hidden mysteries of the universe, moving humanity forward. They’re about music and literature and theater, about learning to think and reason and create. And yes, they’re about playing, about the unbridled joy of living in an environment where dreaming is okay and where figuring out how to make those dreams into reality is encouraged.

Maybe I’m being idealistic, but then, that’s another thing that the university is about: ideals.

When any of these pursuits, let alone all of them, are eclipsed by the behavior of those who were not qualified for admission in the first place, the system is out of balance. When a coach makes more than the Sociology department, the system is irredeemably corrupt. Yes, I get market economics, and I understand that you’re worth precisely what someone wil pay you. I fully grasp that a particular coach’s abilities drive a certain amount of revenue, and that he (we’re talking football, so it’s a he) is entitled to participate in the fruits of his labor. My argument isn’t with the coach for getting what he can or the players for trying to find their way to a more secure life Considering the poverty many come from, I understand their motivation completely. No, my argument is with the system.

Which, by the way, is unique. I am unaware of any other culture in the world where the minor league sports apparatus has been routed through higher education. In Europe, if you’re a 14 year-old kid with a promising athletic career, you can choose to pursue that sport. Instead of enrolling in an academically purposed institution and pretending to go to class and getting another student to write your papers and hoping you don’t get caught, you sign on with a sporting academy. Talented footballer in England? Great – the academy at Chelsea might be interested (although they’re not one of the best). If you’re truly outstanding, maybe they’ll have you at Ajax or Sporting or West Ham or even Barcelona, the gold standard of world football programs. There you’ll attend classes, but there’s no pretext – you’re there because you’re a footballer, not a guy pretending to be a Speech major because it’s easy and won’t get in the way of sports.

No, of course the US isn’t going to abandon college sports and adopt the European model, no matter how much more sense it makes. That ship sailed in the 19th century and it isn’t coming back. I’m well acquainted with the realities of the nation I live in and since I don’t have a magic wand, I deal with it.

The point is about Terry Frei and the legions of sports writers and talkers out there (most of whom aren’t nearly as bright as he is). I’m going to send this to Terry as soon as I’m finished, and while I don’t expect him to agree with all I have to say, I imagine he’ll understand my argument.

He’ll get that what bothers us Boulder Intellectuals, and thinking folks all over the country, isn’t that we hate sports or that we hate football per se. It’s that we love the glory of the American university, which is truly one of the grandest innovations in human history. We revere its power to teach and to transform, not just individuals, but communities and entire societies. How many times have the minds of American academics changed the world for the better? Go get a calculator, because you’ll never count that high without one.

We despair when that noblest of missions is undercut by the basest of agendas, when its integrity and credibility are auctioned off to the highest bidders, no matter how little they care for learning and the world-shaking power it represents.

At some level, Terry Frei probably already understands every word I have written. My hope, then, is that the next time the subject comes up, whether it’s in a column or on Sandy’s show or in a casual conversation among friends, that he frames the discomforts of the Boulder Intelligentsia with more nuance than we’re used to, that he treats our perspective with respect and that when he tells you what we think, he does so in a way that causes his loyal readers to pause and say, “I hadn’t thought of it that way before.” That would be journalism in its finest form.

Terry, if you have read this far, I appreciate you listening.

Penn State's sports culture is the rule, not the exception

by Brian Moritz

News of the punishment came down first thing on Monday morning, July 23.

More than eight months after scandal first broke at Penn State, about a month after former assistant coach Jerry Sandusky was convicted on 45 counts of child molestation, two weeks after the Freeh Report blasted Penn State leadership and former coach Joe Paterno for covering up the allegations, and one day after the statue of Paterno was removed from Beaver Stadium, the NCAA handed down its sanctions against the program.

The punishments are harsh, severe, and justified. The $60 million eats up more than half of the profits Penn State’s athletic department earns annually. The postseason ban means the team is basically playing four years of exhibition games. The scholarship restrictions mean that it will be 2020 before Penn State fields a football team with four full scholarship classes. Vacating 111 wins is a final punishment for the late Paterno, who had been the sport’s all-time winningest coach. Continue reading

John Terry vs. Paul Canoville: an eight year-old boy learns a lesson about racism in sports

by Bret Higgins

I wrote a piece last week at the Rocky Mountain Blues blog on the John Terry case. The Chelsea FC captain had to answer to allegations of racial abuse of an opponent and I used crude humour to make light of a situation I thought was a waste of taxpayer’s money. If the verdict is to be believed then I would say I am justified in that choice. But let me be clear – racism is something I have abhorred since I learned what it was.

I don’t consider myself a Chelsea fan. It’s more important than that. I am Chelsea. It’s in my blood. I was born a fan and have been wearing royal blue since before memory serves. Continue reading

Racism at EURO 2012: a quick note for UEFA

The Dutch team, working out in preparation for its opening match at EURO 2012, was targeted Thursday by racist chanting from the crowd in Krakow. UEFA’s response was…disappointing.

UEFA, a day after reportedly denying the chants were racially motivated, acknowledged them Friday.

“UEFA has now been made aware that there were some isolated incidents of racist chanting,” UEFA said in a statement. Continue reading

Another heart attack on the pitch: RIP Piermario Morosini

A few weeks back Bolton Wanderers’ Fabrice Muamba collapsed on the field during the team’s FA Cup quarterfinal match against Tottenham Hotspur. He was attended to by emergency staff on the pitch and eventually stretchered off and rushed to a hospital. Despite being “in effect, dead” for 78 minutes Muamba survived and is now recovering.

Today, another elite footballer had a heart attack during a game, and this time the news is tragic: Livorno’s Piermario Morosini died after collapsing early in the Italian Serie B side’s match with Pescara. Continue reading

Nota Bene #123: Behold the Chickenosaurus

“There ought to be limits to freedom.” Who said it? Continue reading

Nota Bene #122: OWStanding

“When I lie on the beach there naked, which I do sometimes, and I feel the wind coming over me and I see the stars up above and I am looking into this very deep, indescribable night, it is something that escapes my vocabulary to describe. Then I think: ‘God, I have no importance. Whatever I do or don’t do, or what anybody does, is not more important than the grains of sand that I am lying on, or the coconut that I am using for my pillow.'” Who said it? Continue reading

Nota Bene #121: Birds of an Ancient Feather

“Television is an invention whereby you can be entertained in your living room by people you wouldn’t have in your house.” Who said it? The answer is at the end of this post. Now on to the links! Continue reading

Nota Bene #120: Crazy Ivan

“If you can make a woman laugh, you’re seeing the most beautiful thing on God’s earth.” Who said it? Continue reading

Nota Bene #119: Think! It Ain't Illegal Yet

“My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.” Who said it? Continue reading

Nota Bene #118: VOTE!

“I am not fit for this office and should never have been here.” Who said it? Continue reading

Nota Bene #115: RIP No. 32

“If you’re really pro-life, do me a favor—don’t lock arms and block medical clinics. If you’re so pro-life, lock arms and block cemeteries.” Who said it? Continue reading

Nota Bene #114: Big Star

“The radio makes hideous sounds.” Who said it? Continue reading

Nota Bene #113: Seth's Near-Death

“Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.” Who said it? Continue reading

LeBron James: welcome to the Punk Hall of Fame

Let’s say you’re a guy and you’ve been involved with a woman. Long-term, committed, exclusive relationship. Several years together. You loved her dearly through the years and she’s simply gaga over you, for reasons none of your friends fully understand. But now, now you’ve realized that it isn’t going to work any longer. Maybe you have different priorities. Maybe you want kids and she doesn’t. Maybe the fire has died in the bedroom. Maybe you’ve grown apart and your life together just doesn’t satisfy you anymore.

Whatever the reason, you realize that the relationship has to end. For better or worse you have a right to be happy and she shouldn’t have to live with a guy who sees her as something he’s settling for. You have all kinds of misgivings, but you’ve thought about it long and hard and, while it’s going to hurt like hell, it’s the right thing to do.

Now you have to figure out the best way to break up. You know that face-to-face is what she deserves. But a telephone call would be easier on you, providing you with some distance from the pain. An e-mail would be easier still. And you know that sometimes kids even break up with a text message.

Finally, you figure out what to do. “Honey, flip on Lifetime at 9pm Eastern. I have something I want to tell you.” Continue reading

Nota Bene #112: GOOOLLLLLLLL

“Freedom of any kind is the worst for creativity.” Who said it? Continue reading

Dirty hippies love sports, too

You know how we are. Bunch of shrill liberal crybabies who hate freedom and love terrorists, wish we could destroy all vestiges of American business and give every hard-earned penny that you earn to welfare queens, etc.

All of which is true, especially the parts about how George Soros is secretly paying us all (anybody want to chill on my yacht this weekend?). In fact, George is funding this venture himself in an attempt to further undermine the fabric of American society.

What is less known, though, is that us dirty hippie liberals also love sports. No, seriously. Baseball, football, hoops, soccer, Lithuanian goat rodeo, you name it. Continue reading