Archive for 3. week of 2003

January 26th, 2003

A New Kind Of Negative Recruiting

Greg Sandoval of the Washington Post had a piece in Friday's paper that's uncovered a disturbing trend in recruitment in women's college basketball:

As women's college basketball has grown -- attendance for a single season recently passed 9 million -- so too has negative recruiting, a practice previously associated with the men's game. By implying that a rival coach is gay, opposing schools are preying on what Helen Carroll, athletic diversity specialist for the San Francisco-based National Center for Lesbian Rights, calls the fear of a gay "boogeywoman" who will make their daughters choose a lesbian sexual orientation.

First of all, let's give the Post's Sports section some deserved applause for running this story. The section has never shied away from stories that deal with tricky issues, and this is just another example. Credit Sports Editor George Solomon for fostering an atmosphere that allows reporting like this to go on.

But as in many other cases, there's a story behind the story -- one that you need to keep reading deeper into the piece in order to find. A few paragraphs later, you do:

The NCAA, the governing body for intercollegiate athletics, is studying whether homophobia is a reason for the shrinking number of female coaches, according to Rosie Stallman, the NCAA's director of education outreach. According to figures released by the NCAA, 79 percent of women's basketball head coaches were female in 1977, compared with 63 percent in 2002. For all women's sports, female coaches are at an all-time low, holding only 44 percent of head coaching positions.

"We are looking into whether homophobia is a reason causing women not to go into the coaching profession," Stallman said. "It's a real concern for us."

As ridiculous as this new aspect of negative recruiting may be, we should think twice before accepting this second claim at face value. Here's an alternate theory: As women's college basketball has gotten more popular, coaching in the women's game has become a more attractive alternative for male coaches. In turn, these coaches have begun to apply for jobs in the women's game in higher numbers -- something which has inevitably swelled their numbers.

Which brings us to a back story in the gender wars in college athletics that doesn't get quite so much attention. Because while most of the ink spilled about Title IX has concerned the ratio between male and female athletes, we need to remember that they only pass through the system once.

The folks who draw a paycheck working in college athletics are a different story.

If anything, what this piece tells me is that Title IX was seen as much as a way to increase the numbers of female coaches and administrators as it was ever about creating equal opportunity for female athletes. Now, that the numbers are showing that those pesky men are finding their way into coaching positions that were once seen as the exclusive domain of women, it's time to raise the alarm.

I think this story is just the first indication of a push we're going to see in college athletic departments to make sure that coaching positions are equally split between men and women. And the easiest way to acheive this balance will be to reserve coaching slots in men's sports for men, and coaching slots in women's sports for women.

 
January 25th, 2003

Consternation Over Those Williams Sisters

In the early morning hours today, Serena Williams won the Australian Open over her big sister Venus, 7-6, 3-6, 6-4. That would complete what some tennis obervers are calling a "Serena Slam," in that she is now the defending champion in all of her sports four major championships (U.S. Open, French Open, and Wimbledon being the others). Traditionally, an individual is only known to have completed the "Grand Slam" if they win all four in the same calendar year.

The whole thing seems to have Dan Lewis a little upset:

I don't mean to take anything away from Serena Williams' fourth straight major, but it shouldn't be called anything other than that. "Serena Slam" is insulting to Martina Navratilova and Steffi Graf, both of whom pulled off similar feats. (Graf's is exactly the same, winning the French, Wimbledon, and US in one year, and capping it with the Down Under the next.) The name "Serena Slam" implies more than it should.

Driving about an hour West of Dan, we run into Jason at Stick and Move, who's got a bone to pick with the sisters Williams in this post from just before the final:

Do you think Venus will really stand in the way of the "Serena Slam?" Of course not. And therein lies the problem with the Williams sisters. As dominant as they are, they'll always be dogged by suspicion of collusion. Daddy Williams doesn't help matters either.

Tiger is electric. The Williams sisters are monolithic and insidious. Is it any wonder I root for Capriati?

To which Skip Oliva responds:

As for the charge that the sisters' dominance is "monolithic," I would just say this: Tiger remains exciting only because the other players on Tour are starting to challenge him. The same can't be said for the WTA Tour, whose members would rather bitch to the press than do the work to kick Venus & Serena's butts.

Amen, brother!

UPDATE: Tom Maguire reminds us that it was Steffi Graf who completed the "Golden Slam" in 1988 -- all four majors in the same calendar year combined with a Gold Medal in the Summer Olympics. Tom also sent the link to this story where Oracene Price, the mother of the Williams sisters, went public with some of her feelings about fan reaction to her daughters' dominance of the women's game:

"They don't need women showing so much strength or how powerful they can be or how they can think."

Price said she believed there was also a racial component at work, suggesting that there were no complaints when Martina Navratilova and Chris Evert dominated women's tennis to much the same degree as her daughters do now.

"I don't quite understand that, because I've seen in the past with the same people getting into the same position, and it wasn't that big an issue," she said of public resistance to the prospect of all-Williams finals.

"I don't know really what the deal on that is: I guess it's because the environment of tennis has mostly been white. Especially over here in a culture where you see that people have conquered other people who were indigenous to this country. And the same thing in the United States. And I think it's a bit of arrogance, more or less: who has to be on top and who has to be on the bottom."

Meanwhile, over at Fenian Ramblings, my buddy Terry McMenamin says I ignored Andre Agassi's win on the men's side in the Australian to focus exclusively on the Williams sisters. Point taken. But as great as Agassi's win was, I just can't get revved up about the men's game. The stories on the women's side are just far more compelling -- a balance that's going to be thrown further out of whack now that Agassi's wife, Steffi Graf, has decided to come out of retirement to play mixed doubles with him.

 
January 24th, 2003

Oh, How The Mighty Have Fallen

Just a week after Dan Bickley's series in the Arizona Republic concerning the real physical toll of playing in the NFL, it feels fitting to come across this piece from Shaun Assael in ESPN: The Magazine that recounts the first, and last, contest to determine the NFL's Strongest Man.

Let's go back to that day now, April 18, 1980:

Come peek behind the curtain, as the contestants game-face each other in the changing room. Three of them are Steelers -- Mike Webster, Jon Kolb, Steve Furness -- and gods to this crowd. They were the butt of jokes when they started pumping iron in the boiler room of Three Rivers Stadium. But they've won four of the last six Super Bowls, so who's laughing now? Over there is Bob Young, whose Cardinals uniform is on the event poster that hangs in the local coffee shop. At 37, he's the league's oldest lineman, the great hope of graying players. The guy wrapping his wrists next to him is his lesser-known linemate, Terry Stieve. And those three in the corner: Lyle Alzado, Joe DeLamielleure, and Joe Klecko? Each of these stars is the strongest in his locker room.

Talk about right place, right time. Reality TV is being born, on the sets of contrived sports shows like this one, not to mention cheesier relatives like Battle of the Network Stars. And what started a decade ago, with Broadway Joe, has trickled down. Every first-stringer with good cheekbones has an agent, and thanks to Pumping Iron, which has just made Arnold a star, Hollywood is rushing to cash in. (Klecko is just back from filming a cameo in the next Burt Reynolds flick, Smokey and the Bandit II.)

But this CBS Sports Spectacular isn't your typical afternoon filler. The guys here are pioneers. Soon, gyms will blossom into training complexes. Workout incentives will fatten contracts. Linemen will lug the weight of a first-grader in extra muscle. The (fore)arms race is heating up. That's one reason Strongest Man in Football will matter in 2003. Another? Half the eight men you're sneaking a peek at will be dead.

The piece is first rate, walking us through what happened that day, and the fates of the four men who don't walk the earth with us today. Just one thing: it's ironic to see a piece like this that deals with the issue of steroid abuse running in ESPN's house organ. This, when ESPN is making plenty of money now that it's the home to the "World's Strongest Man" franchise now.

 
January 24th, 2003

A Calculated Risk In The NHL

As I noted a few weeks ago when a freakish accident cost an NHL player a slice of his ear, it's a common occurence for hockey players to sacrifice on-ice safety for the sake of comfort and convenience, something that Chris Stevenson has taken note of over at ESPN.com.

Here's what Mike Barnett, GM of the Phoenix Coyotes and a former minor leaguer whose career was cut short due to an eye injury had to say about why so few players in the league wear protective visors:


"Every player that comes into our league now has worn some form of eye protection in his developmental years," said Barnett. "I agree 100 percent that it wouldn't be fair to make the veterans do it now, but my feeling is, grandfather those guys with a clause, the same way we did with helmets. If we do that, then 10-15 years from now, when there's a full turnover of bodies, you'd have a league with visors. I think that's the right thing to do.

"We repair breaks and tears and rips and stitch lacerations, but the one area of the body that is the most difficult to repair and the most career-threatening is the eyes."

But it only begins with visors, as players regularly refuse to wear mouthguards (something that would not only save teeth, but also cut down on the number of concussions), and tighten chin straps on their helmets.

Even Barnett's boss, Coyotes owner Wayne Gretzky, spent years in the league wearing a light-weight helmet that governing bodies in the U.S. and Canada wouldn't approve for use in ice hockey -- a helmet that the manufacturer stressed wasn't good for anything other than an occasional game of Broomball.

 
January 24th, 2003

Ballot Stuffing In The Global Village

They announced the starting lineups for the NBA All-Star game yesterday, and it looks like Yao Ming is going to start at Center for the Western Conference as he defeated Shaquille O'Neal by 250,000 votes.

What the aforementioned AP dispatch fails to mention, however, is that this year was the first in which Chinese language ballots were collected electronically over the Internet. Bottom line: get used to seeing Yao as the All-Star starter at Center in whatever conference he's playing in for as long as he has a place on the ballot.

 
January 24th, 2003

Odds And Ends

As per usual, blogger Steve MacLaughlin has plenty of cool stuff to peruse. First, he has another tidy roundup concerning the technical changes in the Formula 1 racing circuit. As far as I'm concerned, any change that means someone will have a reasonable chance of knocking off a Ferrari is fine by me. Steve, who's a media guy first and foremost, also has a nice preview about the advertising we can expect to see on Super Bowl Sunday. Please note, I'm still looking for a place to watch the big game, so if anyone has any suggestions, let me know.

Finally, Steve has a nice little piece about one of my favorite writers, P.J. O'Rourke. Stop by and read it all.

I was watching the 10th Anniverary edition DVD of Reservoir Dogs this week, and I was thinking: since Quentin Tarantino plays Mr. Brown in the movie, wouldn't it be funny if he did one of those "What Can Brown Do For You?" commercials for UPS?

How about, "What Can Mr. Brown Do For You?" Even better, for as those who saw the movie can recall, Mr. Brown drove the getaway car. I'm telling you, there are laughs to be had here.

 
January 23rd, 2003

MLB Relocation Panel To Hear D.C., Virginia, Next Week

Both the Washington Post and the Washington Times are reporting that delegations from the District and Northern Virginia are scheduled to meet with Major League Baseball's relocation committee next week in New York to discuss the possibility of getting the Montreal Expos. Here's a passage from Mark Asher's story in the Post that I thought was significant:

"This is an informal, preliminary meeting," said D.C. Mayor Anthony A. Williams, who will lead a delegation that includes one other elected official, city council chairman Linda W. Cropp. "It is in large part a let's-get-acquainted session. . . . This is going to be one of the highest priorities for our city, if not the highest priority."

Gov. Mark R. Warner (D) will be unable to attend on behalf of the Virginia Baseball Stadium Authority, a representative of the governor said yesterday. The Virginia delegation is expected to be named by Friday.

Portland's delegation will be led by recently elected Oregon Gov. Ted Kulongoski (D) and Mayor Vera Katz (D).

So Governor Warner won't be attending -- and that's bad news for Virginia's bid. While I'm sure they'll be involved up until the end as a contender on paper, you can kiss the chance that the Expos will end up in Virginia goodbye.

Sure, I know there's a General Assembly session going on in Richmond right now, but if Warner were serious about wanting a team in Virginia, and was serious about committing the state's resources to getting it done, he would have found a way to get to New York next week.

From here on in, the real competition for the Expos might just come from Portland -- a group that's sending a delegation that includes the mayor of Portland and the governor of Oregon.

 
January 23rd, 2003

For Theo, The Other Shoe Drops

Like a lot of other hockey fans, I wanted Theo Fleury's return to the NHL after a battle with substance abuse to be a successful one. Hockey is more fun with a Fleury that is running and gunning his way through the NHL. But now, news out of Columbus, Ohio seems to indicate that it isn't going to be that way:

Sgt. Brent Mull, spokesman for the Columbus, Ohio police department, said officers received a call from an attendant at a gas station across the street from the Pure Platinum strip club about 4:45 a.m. EST Sunday. A group of men had used a pay phone at the station to call a cab, and Mull said the attendant was concerned because one of the men looked as if he'd been assaulted.

The cab was gone by the time the police showed up, but another officer, Jason Gunther, saw the cab and stopped it.

"Sure enough, those were the people the attendant had called about," Mull said.

According to Gunther's report, Fleury was "intoxicated" and said he'd been "hit several times by about nine bouncers" at the strip club. He refused medical attention for a cut above his left eye, and refused to give his address or phone number, though he did tell Gunther he played for the Blackhawks.

The other people with Fleury -- Mull said there were two or three -- refused to be identified.

"They said they didn't want any part of it because they were famous and they didn't want any publicity," Mull said.

No charges were filed. Mull said no sobriety tests were done because Fleury wasn't driving.

"I had the opportunity to speak to my teammates today. As far as I'm concerned that's who I'm responsible to," Fleury said. "It's unfortunate the things that happened, but today's a new day and I'm just going to continue to go forward from here."

Fleury met with Chicago Blackhawks General Manager Mike Smith to discuss the incident yesterday, but neither he nor the team had any comment. If Fleury indeed was drunk, it would mark another violation of his after care agreement, the second since the diminutive winger signed a two-year $8.5 million contract with the club during the offseason. His first misstep with the team came during training camp in September, and as a result of the suspension that followed, Fleury didn't hit the ice this year until December.

Besides the money, the team has also invested in hiring one of Fleury's close friends to serve as a 24-hour a day personal chaperone. Something tells me he'll be looking for work soon.

Whether or not Fleury will be is another question, as I have to wonder how much longer the Blackhawks will keep putting up with his antics.

UPDATE: The Blackhawks say Fleury won't be suspended, the matter will be handled internally. Whether that's what's best for Fleury or the team is another matter entirely.

 
January 23rd, 2003

The Super Bowl Through The Eyes Of The Guardian

As in the unofficial house organ of Britain's hysterical Left. Here's what the paper's Matthew Engel had to say about Sunday's game in an edition published earlier today in Britain:

Every major national sporting event is in some sense a reflection of the country's character, but there is nothing quite so in-your-face about it as the Super Bowl, the apogee of Americanism. Part of this is very obvious indeed: there is the obsession with both violence and money, and the exploitative eroticism represented by the cheerleaders.

I'm sure this weekend is a marked contrast to what Engel is used to seeing on his home shores. After all, while Americans might glorify violence on the football field, it's a far sight better than the actual participatory violence served up by the typical English Soccer hooligan. Then again, what can we really expect from a nation laboring under such a horrible combination of sexual repression, unremitting class warfare, and silly moral preening?

There, I feel better now.

 
January 23rd, 2003

If Your Team Loses Sunday. . .

According to a report in the most recent edition of the New England Journal of Medicine, researchers have found that the city of the team that loses the Super Bowl experiences an immediate jump in the number of fatal car crashes. As tomorrow's Atlanta Journal Constitution will report:

Researchers found that the average number of fatal car crashes spiked 41 percent after the game. In states with the losing team, the average number of non-fatal crashes increased 68 percent after the telecast ended, while non-fatal accidents rose only 6 percent in the winner's state. Accidents climbed 46 percent in all other states.

The Toronto researchers examined U.S. accident data from 27 Super Bowls. Super Bowl Sundays were compared with adjacent Sundays when conditions were likely to be the same.

A surge in deaths was seen in 21 of the 27 years studied and was largest in the first hour after the telecast ended. There was no shift in the rate of accidents before the kickoff, but a slight decrease during the game.

The study suggests that this Sunday, when Tampa Bay meets Oakland in San Diego, there will be 1,300 more car crashes, 600 more injuries and seven more deaths than on an average Sunday night.

Further, it seems that the only days on the road more dangerous than Super Sunday are St Patrick's Day and the Fourth of July.

 
January 23rd, 2003

PETCO? ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Something tells me it's only a matter of time before somebody comes up with a creative way to ridicule this stadium naming rights deal:

The San Diego Padres' new ballpark will be called PETCO Park after the pet supply company agreed Wednesday to a naming rights deal reportedly worth more than $60 million over 22 years.

PETCO Animal Supplies, Inc., is a nationwide retailer of pet supplies that was founded in San Diego in 1965.

The ballpark is scheduled to be completed by opening day 2004.

Only about 14 months to come up with the best put down of this deal. Get to work!

UPDATE: To give you a little encouragement, here's a few examples. Here in Washington, some people call the MCI Center the "phone booth." At times, the Molson Center in Montreal has been called the "keg."

Hence, the new ballpark in San Diego might be called: "the litter box," or perhaps, "the bird cage," or even "the dog house." Feel free to jump in at any time.

ANOTHER UPDATE: Looks like the folks at PETA have a problem with this deal -- which may be more than enough to get me to change my mind in favor.

 
January 22nd, 2003

How Much For A Ticket To L.A.?

Why is it that whenever I read anything over at Sports by Brooks, I get the feeling that life is a lot more fun out in So Cal?

Current Washington, D.C. temperature: 20F, 4F (wind chill).

Current L.A. temperature: 59F, 61F (feels like).

 
January 22nd, 2003

Boswell’s “Free Lunch”

Over at the Washington Times editorial page, somebody felt it was time to throw some cold water on the idea of bringing a baseball team back to Washington, D.C. -- and the target of their ire is Washington Post columnist Tom Boswell, and in particular his column from last Friday where he soft soaped the tax increases that would be needed in order to pay for a new baseball park:

To hear sports columnist Thomas Boswell tell it, economist Milton Friedman, a Nobel laureate, got it all wrong.

Mr. Friedman, who has been studying economics for nearly three-quarters of a century, has famously quipped: "There is no such thing as a free lunch." In his Friday column in The Washington Post, however, Mr. Boswell essentially claims to have found the very free lunch that has eluded Mr. Friedman for decades.

Mr. Boswell waxes enthusiastically about how the financially strapped District can rather easily underwrite a substantial portion of the costs of a state-of-the-art ballpark to entice the Montreal baseball franchise to the nation's capital.

Depending upon its location, the ballpark could cost nearly $550 million and, in other cities, the public has generally borne 50 percent to 75 percent of the cost, Mr. Boswell says. Never mind that underneath Mr. Boswell's own nose, Redskins owner Jack Kent Cooke and Wizards/Capitals owner Abe Pollin built their sports palaces with their own money, accepting only infrastructure improvements that were appropriately financed with public funds.

The only taxes that would need to be raised, Mr. Boswell says, are those "taxes related to baseball, which would not exist unless baseball came to town." (We could not have said it better.)

Whether you agree or disagree with the Times (and this free market sports fan agrees), it does point up the fact that the Post has more or less been an uncritical booster of the effort to bring a team to the District of Columbia.

For some time now, I've completely discounted the chance of the Expos moving to Virginia for just one reason: I can't fathom any way how Virginia Governor Mark Warner could justify diverting public monies to build a stadium and the related infrastructure required to support it while the state is facing a significant budgetary shortfall. Politically, it's a non-starter as well, as Warner would be sure to come under withering attack from Republicans in the state legislature.

Unfrotunately for the folks in the District, the tradition of fiscal responsibility so firmly entrenched in Virginia simply doesn't exist there. That's good news if you want a baseball team here; but potentially bad news if you're a taxpayer.

POSTSCRIPT: For future reference, you can find the Post's special online section on the quest to bring baseball back to Washington by clicking here. Though the Times doesn't have their own special section, here's a link to a search in their archives on the terms, "Washington Baseball."

 
January 22nd, 2003

Rose Ready To Admit To Gambling

Over at Long Island's Newsday, baseball writer John Heyman has scored the scoop of the day:

Pete Rose has indicated to baseball commissioner Bud Selig that he's willing for the first time to admit he bet on baseball, apologize for denying it the past 13 years and even to serve a probationary period, according to a friend of the all-time hit king.

Rose's new conciliatory stance during negotiations sets the stage for his reinstatement to the game and likely paves the way for his entrance into the Hall of Fame next year, providing the voters can forgive quicker than he apologized.

Rose's friend, who spoke on condition of anonymity, said Rose is encouraged by progress in talks among Selig, Rose's lawyers and current Hall of Famers Mike Schmidt, Johnny Bench and Joe Morgan and is confident an agreement can be finalized and announced within a couple months that would allow Rose to be reinstated in full, meaning he'd be permitted to work in baseball, as well as enter baseball's shrine in Cooperstown.

I don't like one part of this compromise. As I've said before, Rose and his career are part of baseball history, and deserve a place in the Hall of Fame. Were the baseball writers to vote him in to Cooperstown now, I'd have little complaint (though his plaque should rightly mention why he was banished from the game he loved for so long). What does bother me is that Rose would be allowed to work inside Major League Baseball (MLB) again -- something that should give everyone who really cares about the game some pause.

I'm all for Rose showing up for Old Timers Day in Cincinnnati, or any other ballpark for that matter. I'm all for him being honored for his accomplishments as part of commemerations sponsored by MLB, such as was the case during the World Series last Fall. But what I don't want to see is an individual who has been so compromised by his contacts outside the game, that he might be vulnerable to some sort of blackmail in the future. And if anyone believes a 6-8 month probationary period is enough, I'm afraid they have another thing coming.

When it comes to Rose, I think former Baseball Commissioner Fay Vincent put it best in a piece that ran a few weeks ago:

The Rose case is not about what is best or fair for Peter Edward Rose. The vital issue is what is best for baseball. The commissioner must act in the best interests of the game. Gambling on baseball by baseball personnel undermines the sport. The deterrent, the risk of lifetime banishment, works. Everyone in baseball knows with certainty that betting on a game in which you have an interest will lead to a lifetime ban. To dilute that deeply felt fear the present commissioner must conclude that all previous commissioners were wrong. After all, none of us was willing to reinstate Shoeless Joe Jackson.

Mr. Rose can be very likable. I remember when he came into our first meeting to discuss the gambling allegations. He arrived in a shiny green suit, and he charmed us. The public loved his headfirst game and, if the polls can be believed, overwhelmingly support his reinstatement bid today. They believe, as Mr. Rose has argued, that he has suffered enough and that he deserves another chance. Another chance to do what? To earn the seven-figure salaries managers receive today?

One last time. Hall of Fame: yes. Eligible to work in MLB: no.

 
January 22nd, 2003

Super Pick

Since waiting until game day gets you accused of falsifying timestamps, I'll just make my pick for the Super Bowl right now: it's going to be Tampa Bay. I'm an unabashed fan of Jon Gruden, and like the idea that he may know the Raiders better than they know themselves. If there is anyone in the universe who might have an inkling of how to stop the Raiders, it's Gruden.

On the other hand, Tampa Bay's offense, and quarterback Brad Johnson, are vastly underrated. They might not measure up to the Raiders on that side of the ball, but they're more than good enough to get the job done. Sorry Raider Nation, Gruden gets to prove that he's worth every dollar, and every draft pick, the Glazer family gave up for him.

 
January 22nd, 2003

Super Dreams For A Scot

Here's a story from San Diego you might not pick up in the U.S. press -- a story about how the dream of playing in the Super Bowl isn't limited to kids in North America anymore:

TIME was when the childhood ambition of any Scottish kid was to run out on the hallowed Hampden turf, nip down the wing and fire a winning strike into the net. Mark Squire picked a different dream, and in San Diego this week the Edinburgh-born wide receiver will be but a long punt away from his personal fantasy land of Super Bowl XXXVII.

While the Oakland Raiders and Tampa Bay Buccaneers are warming up for Sunday

 
January 21st, 2003

Don’t Believe The (Un)Hype

It was nearly 28 years ago that Bryan Trottier first strode into the Nassau Veterans Memorial Colliseum. Then, it was to participate in a practice with the big club just days after it made its mark in New York sports history by eliminating the Rangers in the first round of the 1975 Stanley Cup Playoffs.

Since then, he's coming to the arena probably more than a thousand times. First, as perhaps the most beloved and revered player in the history of the franchise. Then, after the 1990 season, as a member of the two-time Stanley Cup Champion Pittsburgh Penguins. There have been a handful of other nights behind the bench as an assistant with both the Penguins and the Colorado Avalanche (another Stanley Cup ring in 2001).

Then there was October 20, 2001, when Trottier finally returned after about a decade of acrimony to see his number 19 retired, and hang from the rafters beside all the other Islander greats: Bossy, Smith, Nystrom, Gillies, Arbour, Torrey.

But tonight, of all nights, will be far different. Because tonight, Trottier returns to the scene of the greatest moments in his career as head coach of the team that Islanders fans despise more than any other: the New York Rangers.

Up in New York today, the story is the same in every paper: ain't no big thing. Whether it's the New York Times, the New York Post, the Daily News, or even Long Island's own Newsday, the song remains the same.

Even the Islanders are playing it down.

But there's one group of folks who won't be playing it down: the 16,000 or so paying customers at tonight's game. As I noted earlier today, Islander fans are known as some of the toughest in the league, and if the Islander front office isn't careful, a lot of that venom will spill onto Trottier tonight.

And I, for one, hope it doesn't happen that way.

If anything, Trottier's return to the Colliseum presents an opportunity to look back and say thank you just one more time. And if the Islanders would like to see how to handle what could be an ugly few minutes at the start of the game, they should look no further than November 25, 1997: the night Mark Messier returned to the ice at Madison Square Garden as a member of the Vancouver Canucks. It was on that night that the team delivered a video tribute to the "Messiah's" career in a Rangers uniform -- one that left a grown man reduced to tears.

It's that sort of cathartic moment the Islanders should hope to reproduce tonight. If they don't, the franchise may regret it for a very long time.

UPDATE: There was a little fracas before the game involving Jason Blake and Matthew Barnaby (big surprise), but then Barnaby let his game do the talking. He scored the first goal in a 5-0 shutout of the Islanders.

ANOTHER UPDATE: Hockey Hearsay is reporting that both teams have been fined $25,000 for last night's pre-game activities.

 
January 21st, 2003

Virginia Makes Its Case For Baseball

Needing to bolster its case in order to attract a baseball team to the area, the Virginia Baseball Stadium Authority (VBSA) released an updated study revising upward the estimate of the potential economic impact of a baseball team moving to Northern Virginia.

The revised figures updated a study the VBSA originally released in 2000 by George Mason University economist Stephen Fuller. As Eric Fisher of the Washington Times noted, the study comes just a week before a number of jurisdictions, including Virginia and the District, are scheduled to meet with Major League Baseball to outline their plans for financing a stadium for the Expos.

But when it comes to coverage in the area's biggest paper, the VBSA struck out. One day after detailing how an urban location for a ballpark would create far more economic spillover than a stadium in the suburbs, the Washington Post chose to completely ignore the VBSA study (perhaps due to the embargo the VBSA placed on the study's findings until 6:00 p.m. last night).

As you might have guessed, the study predicts that the stadium will generate far more in spending and tax revenue than the state will spend floating construction bonds to build it and the supporting infrastructure. To read the report, click here. For another document just highlighting some of the potential financial impacts, click here. And finally, for the press release, click here.

As I've said before, I can't imagine the state of Virginia being able to commit substantial resources to building a stadium in the current economic climate. The best bet remains seeing the team move to the District -- which makes the presentation to MLB next week by District officials all the more critical.

 
January 21st, 2003

Anywhere But Edmonton

That's the message players sent to the Toronto Sun in their annual players poll on who's hot and who's not in the NHL when asked about which city they would never want to be traded to (sorry Austin). It was just one question the paper asked in a rather unscientific poll on life in the league (only 15 players completed the anonymous survey), and the result is more fun than anything else.

Then again, the paper can't help but show a hometown bias, as in this revealing sentence:

Toronto scored well as a good place to play on game night, but despite what you might think, it's not the top trade destination in the league.

Sounds like Mike Milbury might have tried to game the results. The players in the poll made Vancouver their favorite place to play, with Toronto in second, and New York, L.A., and Miami not far behind.

And in a result that was hardly surprising, fans of the Flyers, Islanders and the Rangers were chosen as "worst in the league" in that order. Worst, that is, unless you actually get to host a playoff series in one of those cities. In any case, hockey fans will enjoy checking out the poll, which I found courtesy of Steve Ovaida and reader Dave S. from Northern Virginia.

 
January 20th, 2003

Thank God Austria Didn’t Make It

The finals for the America's Cup are set, and soon the waters off Auckland will host an epic struggle between teams from New Zealand, and as Bryant of Population One points out, land-locked Switzerland. Traditionally, the winner of the America's Cup gets to defend the Cup on its home waters. Which begs the question: just what home waters would Switzerland's Alinghi team defend the Cup on next time if it manages to win the Cup this year? Lake Geneva might be dazzling in the Summertime, but it isn't exactly the setting of choice for racing 12 meter yachts.

Well, not exactly. According to "The Protocol" that governs the current edition of the America's Cup, it is the Cup defender who decides the manner of where and when the Cup will be defended within certain specified dates. It doesn't specify that the Cup has to be defended on the home waters of the team that's defending the Cup.

So, in fact, if Alinghi wins, they can defend the Cup anywhere they darn well please. We may very well see the Cup defended in the waters of Rhode Island or San Diego once again, though one would think that a European location might be a more likely venue.

 
January 20th, 2003

Aikman Gets It Wrong

During Fox's broadcast of the NFC Championship yesterday, Troy Aikman pointed out that Tampa Bay Buccaneers quarterback Brad Johnson was wearing a glove on his throwing hand -- something Johnson hadn't done all year long. Aikman was pretty critical, saying that making a change like that before a championship game was probably a mistake.

Today, the Washington Post's Tom Boswell had the scoop behind the glove:

"Jon's [Buc's coach Gruden] a funny guy," said quarterback Johnson. "Before the season, he said, 'Can any of you throw a wet ball?' Well, I've always hated a wet or cold ball."

Gruden brought out a special glove, soaked footballs in buckets of water and had his quarterbacks practice with a modified Michael Jackson look. Then, all season, it never rained.

That's the magic of maniacal preparation. You never know when it will come in handy. This week, anticipating a slick ball and cold hands, Gruden got out the glove for Johnson.

"If he hadn't worn it, I'd have strapped him down and put it on him," said Gruden.

"I had a hard time sleeping" Saturday night, said Johnson. "I thought, 'How am I going to play this game [in frigid cold].' I tried throwing without the glove and I couldn't do it at all."

Then, he tried the Gruden glove. Suddenly, everything was a tight spiral worthy of a warm afternoon in the Florida sun.

"Jon's a pretty smart man," said Johnson, who completed 20 of 33 passes and was as accurate as the barehanded McNabb, 26 for 49 and a lot of it in garbage time, was scatter-armed.

Score one for Gruden.

 
January 20th, 2003

Que es la senorita mas fina?

That's what the Hose Monster himself is asking about the lovely young lady you can find by clicking here.

Can anybody help us out here?

 
January 20th, 2003

Taking “Me-Shawn” To The Woodshed

With his latest column on ESPN.com's Page 2, Jason Whitlock of the Kansas City Star has earned himself a place in the Off Wing Opinion Hall of Honor (well, at least a place on my list of links) with a WWF-style takedown of one of the most selfish players in the NFL -- Keyshawn Johnson:

Me-shawn chose to honor's Tampa's biggest sporting victory by donning a Pittsburgh Steelers jersey with Terry Bradshaw's name emblazoned on the back.

It blew my mind.

As far as I know, and someone please correct me if I'm wrong, never in the history of sports has a man or boy won a championship and decided to celebrate it by wearing another team's jersey.

The whole city of Tampa and 52 Tampa Bay players are brimming with Buccaneer pride and wildly rejoicing the end of nearly three decades of suffering, and Me-shawn is sprinting to the Tampa locker room so he can throw on a Steelers jersey and draw the attention of Terry, Howie, Jimmy, James and the Fox TV cameras.

It blew my mind.

This wasn't Kobe Bryant showing up to Lakers games wearing a different sports legend's jersey. It was, as they would say at my father's Indianapolis tavern, a "grown-ass man" kissing Bradshaw's butt in hopes of getting a postgame standup with Bradshaw and a one-on-one interview Super Bowl week.

It's another example of Me-shawn's inability to be one of the guys, one of 53 Buccaneers. He just has to be different. That's what I can't stand about Me-shawn. My dislike for Me-shawn has virtually nothing to do with our run-in after last year's Tampa-Philly contest. I've been threatened and cursed at and challenged to a brawl by more athletes than I care to admit. My sarcasm is oftentimes misunderstood.

My problem with Me-shawn is that he's the worst kind of teammate. He's not near as good as he thinks. (He had another average performance Sunday, three catches, one TD and one huge drop.) And he doesn't care about the team. He's not Deion Sanders, a player who combined flamboyant style with spectacular play while remaining an outstanding teammate. Me-shawn is flamboyant. That's it.

 
January 20th, 2003

Look Away, Look Away

One of the touchstones of Dan Bickley's series on the NFL that I highlighted over the weekend was a study done by the University of North Carolina's Center for the Study of Retired Athletes.

In 2001, Dr. Keven Guskiewicz of the center re-analyzed the results from a study the NFL had conducted with Dr. Julian Bales of the West Virginia University School of Medicine in 1996 and 1997. In that study, almost 1,100 former NFL players ranging in age from 27 to 86 where asked about past injuries.

(You can find the press release announcing the results of the study here. The Web site for the center is here. Another article on Guskiewicz, who is also director of UNC's Sports Medicine Research Laboratory, can be found here.)

The results, needless to say, were pretty horrifying. To start, 61 percent of the respondents reported having suffered a concussion during their career. Despite this, 73 percent of those who actually suffered a concussion reported never being restricted from play because of it.

But of all of the study's findings, this one knocked me off my chair:

Sixteen percent were unable to dress themselves, 12 percent were incontinent of bowel or bladder and 11 percent reported being unable to feed themselves.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no agent working in support of the "Nanny State." Professional football players are grown men who can make decisions for themselves without my help. And if there's anybody out there who thinks they can make pro football "safe," I'm afraid they have another thing coming.

But the next time you attend an athletic event, make sure you take another look at the price of admission. And the next time you hear anyone complaining about how high ticket prices have become, think about the results of this study again. Because in the end, when you buy a ticket, you're paying for more than 60 minutes of thrills and excitement.

In fact, you're recompensing players for a post-football life that promises physical and mental incapacity, and even premature death.