Jim “Coach” Reese 1934 – 2021

Coach Jim Reese, husband, father, grandfather, son, brother, uncle, friend, mentor, IBMer, Mayor, legislative aide, Golden Gopher, Trivia King, maybe the world’s oldest blogger and a lifelong learner passed away early Saturday morning from complications stemming from a heart condition he’d had for years. He was surrounded by his family who he loved beyond measure. There is a QB-sized hole on our team that will never be filled.

Pop loved this weekly blog and the comments you all sent. He loved sports and teamwork. And he loved Title IX so in lieu of flowers please consider a donation to a charity he helped inspire — BillMinahanAward.com. The foundation provides scholarships to deserving female athletes. You can read about it here

Donations to Tampa General Hospital which provided phenomenal and loving care to “Coach” can be made here

When our family helped Pop start this blog 438 issues ago we never expected it to grow this much and to become such a joy to him in retirement. Pop’s obituary is here.

Hut One. Hut Two. 🏈🏈🏈

Back in the game soon…

Just a quick note from one of his (unpaid) staff members (read:daughter) to let you all know that Coach has been under the weather these past few weeks (not Covid-related, thankfully). He never put down his helmet and will be back in the game asap.

There’s much to catch up on from down here in Champa Bay!Stay tuned.

Hut One. Hut Two. 🏈🏈🏈

QB Sneak…into Variegated Jasmine

Anybody who has ever played quarterback will tell you that the risk reward ratio of going for a first down on fourth and one is so great that you must always go for it. Success will give you a new set of downs and often a greater chance of winning.


Your beefy linemen need only to push their equally porcine linemen a bit back to give you the opening to sluice through for three measly feet and then fall forward. All this will take place in a nanosecond.

The quarterback will have chosen his best route to success and on the snap will have moved forward. He’ll have known instantly if his choice was correct by the time it takes to fall to the ground. Failure will generally be caused by a linebacker, relieved of pass coverage responsibilities, who will see an opening and will hurl his helmeted head into the quarterback and then it’s every man for himself.

If the quarterback doesn’t make it on his first thrust, the day has become darker for the offense, but especially so for the QB.

The above is prelude to what befell this aged but still lucid octogenarian as he approached the sidewalk upon leaving his car in front of his house. Disdaining the advice, née dictum, of his coaching staff of wife and adult children to always have one hand free while walking, I had both my iPad and iPhone in my left hand and my cane in my right hand. I remember losing my train of thought thinking about the Bucs playing the Saints this coming weekend. 

We have ground covering of Variegated Jasmine all around the front yard of our house. Misstepping in trying to climb up one small concrete step, my Nike caught on the lip of the step and all of a sudden it was fourth and one with the Variegated Jasmine the new playing field, and Dick Butkus, cleverly disguised as a large flower pot full of geraniums, coming straight at me. 

I found myself flying through the air, unable to control my movements…until I remembered enough from sixty-two years ago to lower my left shoulder into the Variegated Jasmine to soften the blow. Bruised and embarrassed from my act of clumsy quarterbacking, I survived and moved the chains.

I have since sworn to keep my devices in a shoulder bag slung over my right shoulder and keep my left arm free to break any such further falls. It’s either that or they take away my Apple TV and Roku privileges.

Hut One…Hut two 🏈🏈🏈

Football Fiasco

The Giants and the Philadelphia Eagles have been arch enemies for decades, but the enmity surfaced as never before this past Sunday night when the Eagle’s coach decided to tank in the fourth quarter, handing a victory to the Washington Football Team and in so doing eliminating the Giants from the NFL playoffs.

Bad enough, he disdained from kicking a chip shot field goal as the third period ended which would have allowed his team to go into the fourth period tied, and instead tried a passing play that failed. Always take the points, Coach!

Even worse, he then took his quarterback, Jalen Hurts, out of the game, substituting the third string quarterback who over his four years as a back up at Philadelphia had seen almost no action.

The cold, fresh off the bench sub failed poorly and the Eagles never crossed mid-field again. One must wonder if the coach was playing to lose given that he would move up from number nine to number six in the upcoming draft in a game that otherwise didn’t matter whether he won or lost.

One might argue the Giants, with a 6-10 record, didn’t belong in the playoffs anyway, and there is some logic in that. But in football you play to win. When you don’t do that, you compromise the integrity of the game itself. And that’s unforgivable.

Alabama and Ohio State won in the college playoffs and will meet for the National Championship next week. Bama looks unbeatable and has a sure tackling secondary equal to any NFL team. Ohio State is big and strong up front and has played only half the number of games Alabama has because of the virus. That could play to the Buckeyes favor. I give the quarterback edge to Justin Fields of Ohio State and that will be the difference.

Hut One…Hut Two…🏈🏈🏈

The Local Movie Theater

Warner Brothers has announced that all of their 2021 films will be going straight to streaming. Movie theaters all over the country are closing, due mainly to the COVID-19 Pandemic, but also to the irresistible lure of quality entertainment on the tube. 

Movie houses had a great run, some still standing after a hundred years. The Tampa Theatre, built in the 1920s, is still in business showing art films, its rococo interior supporting a ceiling filled with evening stars seen sparkling beneath a faux sky above.

Years ago, a Saturday matinee would include a feature film followed by what was described as a running cliffhanger serial, such as cowboys chasing bad guys all over Texas, to be thrillingly continued the following week, insuring return business from a cadre of kids. Interspersed would be previews of coming attractions, instant reviews obtained by either the cheers or boos emanating from the audience.

Current events would be offered via RKO Pathe News, highlighting week old news items, along with football highlights from the previous Saturday’s college games. Seeing All-Americans Glenn Davis and Doc Blanchard of Army on the giant screen racing across gridirons inspired me. Immediately after the movie, there would always be a sandlot football game in an empty lot in the neighborhood, and I would do my best to emulate those fabulous footballers.

The economics of the movie theater business always befuddled me. The seating capacity of the theater was approximately 150 to 200 seats, filled to capacity every Saturday at 11cents a seat. At best that meant a gross profit of $22. How did they stay in business?

The theater staff consisted of two, perhaps three employees. One, usually a matronly lady, sold the tickets at the entrance, the second, a wizened, much older man, ran the projector, and the third ran the cash cow candy counter.

In the ‘Cinema Paradiso’ of my youth our candy man was Jack Hannigan, a local thirty-five-year-old man, a veteran of the Great War, thought we at the time. He was a very nervous man, always dressed to the nines in a double breasted suit whose main job was to prick with a pencil the five-cent bag of pretzels he had just sold you to insure that you would not blow it up just as William Holden was about to blow up the “Bridge Over the River Kwai.”

I would feel very sorry when the projector would stop suddenly, and the burning of the film in the booth would darken the screen, accompanied by loud booing and the throwing of objects toward both the screen and the projection booth as the poor harried/ hurried man attempted to splice the film back together before the masses descended upon him in anger.

To keep the theater goers at bay, the music teacher from our local school, Mr. Whimple, making a few extra bucks on the side on weekends, would rise from beneath the stage on his mighty organ, (we called it the Whimple Wurlitzer) and begin to pound out popular tunes to keep the crowd sullen, but not mutinous.

Friday night was always date night, the entire left side occupied by people on dates while the right side had the singles, always eye-balling the daters for new information for Monday morning gossip sessions.

In the darkened theaters, one might occasionally see people mistakenly genuflecting upon entering a row, causing those seated nearby to comment, “Hey, this is Friday, not Sunday! Sit down and watch the movie!”

More on both the College Football and NFL Playoffs next week on Coaches Corner.


Happy New Year.Hut One…Hut two 🏈🏈🏈

Black Baseball

If you ask me, and unfortunately no one ever does anymore, I could recite the starting pitching rotation of the 1944 St. Louis Browns. 

I still recall the woeful sighs of my father, seated by our elegant RCA Victor Console Radio, when Dodger catcher Mickey Owens’ passed ball in the 1941 World Series spelled defeat at the hands of the hated Yankees, the first of many such heartbreaking losses to the Bronx Bombers over the next decade of my life.

Baseball meant everything to me growing up, rooting for the Brooklyn Dodgers in the 1940’s. I played sandlot baseball, Little League not having appeared yet. Broken bats and taped up baseballs were essential for hours of baseball fun, when cardboard box tops substituted for bases and “tickey” on the last strike didn’t count, and fathers stood behind pitchers, calling balls and strikes.

It was an all white professional game in a racially conscious country, four years before President Harry Truman would finally outlaw segregation in our armed forces. 

Occasionally I would attend a game at Dexter Park in Queens, when teams from a traveling Negro League would often play. 

I remember once seeing the great Josh Gibson, known then as the “Black Babe Ruth” play catcher for the Homestead Grays, out of Pittsburgh. He hit a home run over the center field fence and 2,000 fans, in the true spirit of the game, Black and white together, gave him a standing ovation. It felt real good to this kid to see that. 

In early 1943, Gibson fell into a coma and was diagnosed with a brain tumor and on January 20, 1947, Gibson died of a stroke at 35 years old in Pittsburgh. He was buried at the Allegheny Cemetery in Pittsburgh, where he lay in an unmarked grave until a small plaque was placed in 1975.

The war was almost over and the Dodgers had signed the first Black man to play Major League Baseball. Jack Roosevelt Robinson would spend 1945 with the Kansas City Monarchs, a Negro League team, and the following year in Montreal with the Dodgers’ top farm team. Then on April 15th, 1947, he became the first Black man to play in a Major League game. Today, every player on every team, on that date, wears number 42 in honor of Jackie Robinson.

The book has been written on Robby, who turned things upside down with his drive and desire to be the best he could be. Fighting racism and slashing spikes and bean balls aimed at his head, he persevered and led his team both on and off the field. A victim of racism himself growing up in Georgia, he left the South and graduated from UCLA after earning twelve letters in four different sports.

Jackie was so successful at MLB baseball, by 1948 he had ironically caused the demise of Negro Baseball leagues all over the country where outstanding players like him had labored for years with skills equal to his, but were denied a chance at the big bucks up in the big leagues. 

That would change quickly as more Black players like Don Newcombe and Bob Gibson and Willie Mays would soon follow into MLB.

I am thrilled to see Major League Baseball right the wrongs of the past by finding, as assiduously as they could locate, the statistics of all who played in the Negro Leagues, to be included in the ‘Official Reference Book of American Baseball.’ 

It may not be 100% accurate, but up against the indignities of an even playing field denied to so many Black stars for far too long, it’s a darn good start.

It is the spirit of the move that I find so thrilling. It has been said that Josh Gibson hit over 800 home runs during his career in regular Negro League play and barnstorming games against white players. In fact, according to William Brasher’s 1978 book — Josh Gibson: A Life in the Negro Leagues, some fans at the time who saw both Ruth and Gibson play called Ruth “the white Josh Gibson”.

The love of the game that so many of those veterans of old exhibited is truly emblematic of baseball being called, once again, “America’s National Pastime.” That label rings a bit truer with the action baseball took this past week. 

A very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all. Please stay safe. Looking forward to all that is good coming in 2021.

Hut One…Hut Two…🏈🏈🏈 (and Play Ball! ⚾️)

Football Limps to the Goal Line

2020 will go down in sports history as the year of change. Hockey, baseball and basketball all made it to the finish line, albeit in bubbled fashion, with interruptions and postponements the driving force that kept things running, and skating, and shooting.

College football had the toughest challenge of all. Balancing the money television would bring in against the spread of the virus was an ongoing tough call. Many games or even whole seasons were cancelled or played before goofy cardboard cut outs in seats.

Ohio State played only five games and is still playing for the BIG TEN championship. 

The Florida Gators lost a chance at the Final Four when one of their players threw an opponent’s cleat down the field, a fifteen yard penalty that allowed LSU to move into position to kick a last second field goal to win. My guess is that Gator will never throw a shoe of any kind ever again. Ever!

Many players opted out of playing at all, stating they’d rather wait for the NFL draft next year and not incur an injury while playing college ball. 

Notre Dame is playing Clemson this weekend in a re-match of their classic game of a month ago when the Irish pulled out a last play victory. This game will be for the ACC championship and will be played at a neutral site in North Carolina. Two great quarterbacks will be showcased when Ian Book of Notre Dame will go up against Trevor Lawrence of Clemson. Book is the winningest quarterback in Notre Dame history while Lawrence is the likely first pick in next year’s NFL draft. The game may well determine the Heisman winner as well, in Book or Lawrence.

I don’t mess much with betting on games, but if I did I would keep an eye on the over/under rather than the point spread. Time was, the o/u would usually be in the mid-30’s, when it was said that defense won football games. Not any more. In today’s football, offense is more important and that number ranges in the 50’s or higher. Texas and Kansas State combined for an even 100 points last Saturday. 

I would look at the type of quarterbacks playing. If the two signal callers were run/pass/option guys like Patrick Mahomes or LaMar Jackson, I’d go for the over for sure because they have more inventive ways of scoring, especially in the red zones. Pro or college, it doesn’t matter.

Hopefully the new vaccines will help sports return to normalcy next year. 
The NHL has already announced they will start their next season on January 13th. 

The Super Bowl will be played in Tampa on Sunday, February 7th, with only 20% of the seats filled. Shortly thereafter, MLB will be sending teams to Spring training.

And then, hopefully next fall, football will return to a more normal schedule, both on college campuses and in NFL stadiums all across the country. The continued wearing of masks will hasten that day.

Hut One…Hut two 🏈🏈🏈

Football Factors and Foibles

Ever since the Atlanta Falcons blew that late lead in in the 2017 Super Bowl, they have been limping along to mostly mediocre seasons in the NFC South. But it hasn’t been the fault of quarterback Matt Ryan. The venerable signal caller from Boston College has held up his end of the bargain, in addition to which he has recently donated $500,000 to traditionally underserved Black neighborhoods in Atlanta. At 35, and the father of twin boys, four-years-old, he may be looking at retirement after pitching 339 touchdown passes and throwing for over 54,600 yards in a stellar career. Job well done, Matt, on and off the field.

The Giants beat the Seattle Seahawks on their game’s ‘last play’ while the Jets lost their twelfth straight game, on their “next to last play.” Washington beat the formerly undefeated 11-0 Steelers. In so doing, Washington and New York sit atop the tepid at best NFL East, although the Giants hold the tie breaker by virtue of their two wins against the former Redskins.

Baker Mayfield had a career game in leading the Cleveland Browns to a 41-35 win over the arch rival Tennessee Titans. Sitting at 9-3, the Browns are looking to make the playoffs after 18 fruitless years. Baker’s four touchdown passes all came in the first quarter, a feat last done by a former Browns quarterback named Otto Graham, an early pro legend, whose father, by the way, was Jack Benny’s violin teacher. (I’ve always yearned to cover the arts as well as sports.)

Over the years, Notre Dame has produced seven Heisman Trophy winners, more than any other school. The talk this year is over five quarterbacks who might win the award. They are Trevor Lawrence of Clemson, Mac Jones of Alabama, Kyle Trask of Florida, Justin Fields of Ohio State, and Ian Book of Notre Dame.

All have impressive resumes. All come from historically good programs. I have seen all of them play. Ian Book of Notre Dame beat Clemson in an overtime classic in which Lawrence was sidelined by COVID-19. I think the selection will come down to the winner of the re-match between the Irish and Clemson for the ACC Championship.

The Big Ten regular season finale between Michigan and Ohio State has been cancelled due to the virus. This may result in a reprieve from the warden at the last moment for troubled Wolverine coach Jim Harbaugh.
Unable to beat Ohio State for five straight years and consistent losses to ranked teams despite recruiting success, Michigan is reported ready to turn out the stadium lights on Harbaugh. Coaches lining up to replace him stretch from coast to coast. They should take a long look at Matt Campbell of Iowa State.

A tip of the Coach’s Corner Cap to Michael Jordan who has donated over thirty million dollars over the last five years to worthy charities and people and groups who needed assistance.

First COVID vaccines were given out in the United Kingdom this week. Let’s hope they start giving them out here soon.
Hut One…Hut Two…🏈🏈🏈


Football in a Weird Year

Here we are in the home stretch of a truncated COVID-driven, quarantine-riddled, upside-down, absent-fans football season where the usual suspects are lining themselves up to get to the finish line and qualify for the national championship Final Four.

Ohio State, Notre Dame, Alabama, and Clemson—the only loss amongst these traditional four titans of the turf being the classic game shutdown of Clemson by the Fighting Irish—are coming down to the wire. Clemson is likely to meet the Irish once more in the ACC championship game, having their top quarterback, Trevor Lawrence, quarantine-free, ready to take the reins. That game between Clemson and Notre Dame might well determine the Heisman Trophy winner with Lawrence facing off against Ian Book, the latest in a long line of great Irish quarterbacks.

Ohio State looks to close out the regular season undefeated if it can beat Michigan, and in so doing, signal perhaps the final game for coach Jim Harbaugh of the Wolverines. So agonizingly determined is Michigan to finally beat the Buckeyes, word is they are looking to bring in the only true Wolverine, Hugh Jackman, to get the coaching gig and get the job done. It couldn’t hurt.

The NFL is no less confusing with players testing positive and having to sit out games. So dire was the situation at Denver, losing all their quarterbacks, that it petitioned the league to allow them to use a strength coach at that position. Denied, they went with a taxi squad wide receiver. They lost badly. 

Time was “on any given Sunday” meant any team in the NFL could beat any other team. Now a team doesn’t even know where or when it will be playing each week. 

Take the Steelers and the Ravens for instance. Scheduled to play on Thanksgiving Night, COVID switched it to Sunday, then Tuesday and now Wednesday at 3:45 pm, the strange starting time to allow NBC to televise the tree lighting ceremony in Rockefeller Center later that evening, echoing Jimmy Durante’s famous line, “Everybody wants to get into the act.”

The best fans can hope for is to settle in their lazy boys, turn on their sets on Sundays at one and four and hope for the best. And the best is assuredly not to be with so many players out of action.

The Giants are all alone at the top of the NFL East, wonder of wonders. Starting off at 1-7, three straight wins have zoomed them to the top of the division. Will they stay there? The smart money says no. Too many good teams down the road yet. 

And speaking of money, are any of you as tired as I am of seeing Terry Bradshaw and his silly briefcase of cash on the NFL pre-game show? It’s over, Terry. Take your four Super Bowl rings and retire before you lose all respect.

Stay well and safe, everybody, and have a happy holiday season.

Hut One…Hut Two…🏈🏈🏈

Technology Changes All Things

When I was a kid, the man living next door to us, Mr. Cirillo, managed the local supermarket and he hired me. My job was to stock the shelves during the week. We lived in a summer resort on Long Island and eighty-per-cent of the business was done on weekends when vacationers arrived. 

That’s when my role went from stocker to packer, standing diligently next to Joe, (he allowed me to call him by his first name, although he was forty years my senior), as he was furiously working the cash register, gliding over the register keys with the style and finesse of a concert pianist, sliding each item over the one-foot distance that separated us. 

I would then put the items into a paper bag, plastic bags not having made the scene yet. Empty cardboard boxes were available upon request for those stacking up for the weekend, and boy, did they stack up.

Over time, super market scanners and bar codes lessened considerably the work of us luddites, replaced by cashiers sliding items over secret scanners, learning to say, “paper or plastic, sir?” We soon learned, as customers, to pack our groceries ourselves, lessening the need for store employees to do it, in a win-win situation.

Now I can order a pair of pants from Amazon and have it delivered the next morning and billed to my credit card. If a mistake had been made as to color or size or style, I can immediately return them the next time I see the UPS driver and he immediately scans and cancels the transaction, bank statement included. 

Poor Joe, now long gone to that Supermarket “Hall of Fame” in the sky he so richly deserved, would be amazed at the technology that replaced him.

Football
Which leads us (naturally?) to discussing the quarterback position in football, where changes taking place seem as radical today as the cash register must have been to the scanner appearing.

Decades of quarterbacks in football had taken a snap from under the center, turned to the side, taken a five to seven-yard drop, and stepped up into a protective pocket to throw a pass. They were known as drop back passers or DRP quarterbacks. They were very successful in their passing from Johnny Unitas in the 1950s to Aaron Rodgers in the present day. 

All NFL quarterbacks also got a tremendous boost in 1978 when the rules were changed to give the offensive linemen the right to extend their arms forward to provide pass protection. Passing percentages skyrocketed. It kept the fans happy and was to speeded up football what the scanner would’ve been to Joe Cirillo, had he been around long enough to enjoy it.

Now football has changed once again with the emergence of RPO quarterbacks. (Run Pass Option). The snap is not from under center but rather with the quarterbacks seven or eight yards deep, affording them even more time to find their receivers. 

And just as importantly, this new formation, run by athletic signal callers able to fake, or make, runs, keeps the defense wondering what is coming.
The maestros of this offense, Pat Mahomes of Kansas City, Tyler Murray of Arizona, Lamar Jackson of Baltimore, Deshaun Watson of Houston, Baker Mayfield of Cleveland, and Josh Allen of Buffalo, are the main architects of this speeded up style. 

Things have really changed, Mr. Cirillo. You’d have loved it.

Hut One…Hut Two…🏈🏈🏈

One for the Ages

In one of the most exciting football games played in recent years, Notre Dame’s 47-40 double overtime win over number one Clemson ended on the very last play.

Clemson was without their starting quarterback, Trevor Lawrence, assuredly the top pick in the next NFL draft, who was in quarantine for having tested positive on his virus test. His backup, DJ Uliagalelei, performed admirably but fell short on a last gasp pass that caused chaos as the ball was lateraled around until it fell to the ground.

Notre Dame quarterback Ian Book enshrined himself into the lengthy list of legendary Irish quarterbacks as he led comeback after comeback to rally his troops to victory. The Irish faithful climbed over each other to run onto the field to celebrate, ignoring all pleas from the field announcer to cease and desist. 

But enthusiasm won out over social distancing as the field became a sea of green. 

Most schools have determined that only 15% of a stadium’s capacity may be filled for games. In Notre Dame’s case, that would have been about 14,000 fans. Where the rest of the fans came from, I have no idea. Students from outside the stadium, perhaps. Certainly the 7,000 Clemson fans present wouldn’t have run down to celebrate. 

The teams will likely play for the ACC Championship at season’s end with Lawrence playing. That game may well anoint the National Champion.

Schools Cut Programs

In 1960, University of Minnesota football coach Murray Warmath won the National Championship while earning a yearly salary of $25,000. Three head coaches vying for that championship this year, Alabama, LSU, and Clemson, all earn close to or are exceeding $10,000,000 per year, 45 times what Coach Warmath made.

To be fair, those coaches have taken cuts in pay to help out during the Corona virus. At Clemson, it wasn’t enough to save the men’s track and field and cross-country programs. 

To put things into perspective, what it cost to have those two running sports per year is nearly identical to what those three schools each spend on football recruiting alone, approximately $2,500,000.

Only 25 high school football players can receive full scholarships to Power 5 schools each year. At those published recruiting costs, those schools are spending $100,000 to secure “each” incoming freshman football player.

If It Ain’t Broke, Why Fix It?

The Saints came into Tampa Sunday night and beat the Bucs decisively, 37-3, in their second meeting, both of which New Orleans has won. I don’t think the Bucs are that bad…but the Saints may be that good.

The Bucs came into the game at 6-2, winning some games impressively and some games where their defense stood tall. Things were improving since game one with Brady and his receivers getting in sync with one another. But all that collapsed with the Saints superior in every aspect. 

It raises the question of the thinking behind adding Antonio Brown to the team’s fine receiving corps. Brown, a proven team malcontent, has a history of problems including an accusation of rape, and sexual misconduct by a second woman. The last thing the Bucs need is more drama.

Was it necessary at the risk of alienating fans, especially women, and players who are the reason the Bucs have succeeded so far? We’ll see but Coach Arians has said Brown is on a very tight leash.

NFL Update: G.O.A.T. Rivalry

(Greatest Of All Time = G.O.A.T.)

Tom Brady and Drew Brees are now tied for the lead in career touchdown passes at 558. Think about that figure for a second. 

Unlike the race twenty-years ago to pass Babe Ruth’s home run record of 714, aided and abetted by players’ steroid use, Brady and Brees have reached their level devoid of performance enhancing drugs. 

Their success is tied to continuous training, dedication to their craft, excellent leadership skills, and uncanny skill in throwing the football so receivers have confidence in going to a designated spot, knowing the ball will be there. 

The trade of Brady from New England to Tampa Bay greatly benefitted the formerly forlorn Bucs, sitting now atop their Division at 5-2, while the Patriots are struggling to remain in contention at 2-4. 

With former Carolina quarterback Cam Newton struggling in New England to replace Brady, and Atlanta 1-6 in the cellar, it looks like the two GOATS will meet in a meadow somewhere down the road, butting heads for the NFC South championship.

It finally looks like Cleveland quarterback Baker Mayfield has both the stadium and his team in top shape. Switching his role as janitor in his incessant commercials about caring for the field, he has revitalized the Browns (5-2) into a competitive group, throwing for five touchdowns against the struggling Bengals (1-5-1) in the AFC North. 

In the NFC Least, the Giants (1-6) find themselves only 1.5 games out of first place because all the other teams are just as bad. Compare this Division with a grand total of seven wins to every other NFL Division with total wins in double figures. The Jets add to Gotham’s woes with zero wins, season to date. New York, New York, it’s in a terrible state.🎼🎼.

The baseball season finally ended last night with the Dodgers edging the Tampa Bay Rays, 4 games to 2 in the World Series. It was a case of just not enough timely hitting by the Rays while the Dodgers were very efficient at getting runners in scoring position to homeplate. 

After watching every pitch of every game, it is obvious to me why baseball’s slow pace is allowing football to become America’s true national pastime. At the end of Game 4 though, for a brief few moments, baseball felt like hockey. Has there ever been a more exciting win? Watch it here.

It’ll be interesting to see how sports are going to be able to continue given the ongoing spread of the virus. Hockey is slated to begin a new season shortly. It’ll have to be in a bubble once again, a tough strain on players and their families. I do think that the NHL and NBA were more respectful of the health guidelines than other sports.

The abbreviated college football season is now underway with the usual suspects, i.e., Clemson, Alabama, Notre Dame, Ohio State, all laying claim to playing for the national championship in their sights.

Thank goodness for television bringing all the sports to us, muted of enthusiasm such as they may be. Stay healthy, all.

Hut One. Hut Two. 🏈

Title Town USA: It’s all but official for Tampa!

Football 🏈
With Sunday’s manhandling win by the Bucs over the 4-0 Green Bay Packers, 38-10, in a contest where the Bucs had the ball for a scant two minutes in the entire first period, as Packer quarterback Aaron Rodgers was putting Green Bay up 10-0. 

That’s all they got. Tampa Bay ran off 38 consecutive points. What happened? A relentless defense kept Rodgers harried all day. After he had passed 157 times in a row with no interceptions, he had his next two passes picked off. One was returned for a score and the other was returned to the one-yard line and then run in for a touchdown on the very next play. 

On offense, Brady and Gronkowski connected five times, averaging fifteen yards per catch with one touchdown. The Bucs now sit atop the NFC South, a position they haven’t seen in many seasons. It finally appears that the two ex-Patriots have found a home in Tampa.

Baseball ⚾️
The Tampa Bay Rays are in the World Series playing the Los Angeles Dodgers. The Rays put away the Yankees and the Houston Astros in consecutive series to get there. They almost blew it, winning the first three games vs Houston and then dropping three in a row to force a seventh game, a nail biter if ever, which they won. 

They have the lowest payroll and draw the second fewest fans in MLB, a situation which would be rectified if they moved from their present location in St. Pete across the Bay to Tampa, a move under discussion for years now. This season might just re-start that conversation.

Tough Game One for the Rays last night. Going forward they need to grab an early lead. They have sterling starting pitching and great receivers to thwart an opponent coming back. Their defense has been superb.

It is great, after all the confusion of this season being played in bubbles amidst the awareness of Covid 19, that the two best teams made it to the World Series.

Hockey 🏒
The Tampa Bay Lightning had a mission this year. It was to wipe out the memory of last year when they tied an NHL record of most wins in a season (62) and then got wiped out in the first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. 

Starting anew, they traded for some big men to work the boards and stayed with their nucleus of skilled skaters and shooters. It allowed them to dominate all through the post season and bring Lord Stanley back to Tampa. 

A beautiful parade up the Hillsborough River to the cheering of thousands of grateful fans was a sight to behold, the Cup sitting proud, if not a bit precarious, on the bow of the first vessel.

To go along with all the success so far, Tampa is ready to host this year’s Super Bowl. Wouldn’t it be something if, for the first time, the team hosting the Big Game could keep the Lombardi Trophy right here in Tampa?! 

Hut One. Hut Two. 🏈

Payback’s a Pitch ⚾️

On September 1st of this year, as the truncated baseball season was just beginning, Tampa Bay Rays batter Mike Brosseau was nearly hit in the head by a 100mph pitch thrown by Aroldis Chapman, the Yankee’s hard throwing ace reliever. It was interpreted by many that Chapman was setting down his own agenda of fear to any and all hitters to come. MLB found his reckless action worthy of a three-game suspension, deeming it dangerously careless. 

Four years earlier, in 2016, Brosseau had been a free agent nobody wanted. The Rays got him for the bargain basement price of $1,000. Yes, one thousand bucks!!!

Chapman is 6’4” 220 pounds, to Brosseau’s 5’9, 170 pounds. Chapman makes $16 million per year. Brosseau makes the MLB minimum salary. All advantages to Chapman.

Brosseau has spent the last four years in the minor leagues playing for the Bowling Green Hot Rods, the Charlotte Stone Crabs, the Montgomery Biscuits, and the Durham Bulls, traveling in a second hand Greyhound bus from city to city, waiting for a call up to the Major Leagues.

Monday night’s game was close. Yankee starter Gerrit Cole, who makes $36 million per year and is arguably the best starting pitcher in baseball, held Tampa Bay in check for seven innings, giving up only one hit, before being relieved by Chapman, the dreaded pin-striped hulk lurking in the Yankee bullpen.

Facing Brosseau once again, Chapman was ready to come with his hated heater, a 100mph fast ball aiming at the same guy he almost beaned six weeks before. 

What happened next, the rheumy eyes of this reporter has seldom, if ever, seen.

The $1,000 pick-up had a great at-bat, and on Chapman’s 10th pitch, got full around on the fast ball, hitting a line drive home run into the empty left field seats that would send the Rays on to the ALCS, and the Yankees home.
One can only imagine the sense of joy and redemption Brosseau must have felt jogging around the bases. Payback’s a pitch.

The ebullience in the Rays dugout was in stark contrast to the stunned Yankee bench at game’s end when Giancarlo Stanton, a Yankee home run threat all through the playoffs, waiting for “his right pitch,” nonchalantly took a called third strike to end the 2-1 game. Arrogance personified.

It brought to mind Lin-Manuel Miranda’s stirring anthem of “Young, Scrappy, and Hungry” from the Broadway hit, “Hamilton,” upon our defeating the hated English at Yorktown in the Revolutionary War. 

Like those brave fighters, our Rays, too, were not going to “give up their shot” at moving on towards the World Series down the road. Next stop, the cheating Houston Astros, where, as of Tuesday night, they have gone up three games to none in this best of seven series.

Rays manager Kevin Cash, a Tampa native, joins other great MLB former managers Al Lopez, Lou Piniella, and Tony La Russa, all from Tampa, as well as many players such as Wade Boggs, Dwight Godden, Gary Sheffield, Luis Gonzalez, and Tino Martinez, all also from the Tampa area.

Sports are going a long way in keeping spirits up despite Covid-19. The Stanley Cup is already secured thanks to the incredible Tampa Bay Lightning. The formerly troubled Tampa Bay Buccaneers are now in first place in their division. The Tampa Bay Rays are moving towards the World Series. And the Super Bowl is being played here, in Tampa Bay, this year. I’m just sayin’.

Hut one. Hut two. 🏈

Football Ferries To The Rescue

Time was, if you wanted to watch “television,” you’d GET UP to turn the “station knob” to one of three channels, then return to your seat. If you had drawn the short straw (or were the youngest sibling), you’d again be told to GET UP to adjust the often broken “volume knob,”or switch the channel. This, of course, was decades before we had “surfing” and hundreds of channels from which to choose… some never to GET UP again.

In New York, we were locked into channels 2, 4, and 7, the networks of CBS, NBC, and ABC, respectively. That’s all you got because that’s all there was. 
In1958, the NFL “Greatest Game Ever Played” between the New York Giants and the Baltimore Colts opened the flood gates of viewing professional football, gates that have remained open, through rain or snow and now even a pandemic.

The first sign of truly modern change came in 1964, when Paul McCartney saw Elvis Presley using a remote control at his home in Graceland, and wondered aloud, “What the heck is that thing?” We all soon found out the mystical magic of that device.

For a long while, the NFL hid behind an archaic government law that allowed the league to block out viewing your home team’s game in order to force fans to go to the games, rather than watch at home. This situation, terribly unfair, created few choices a fan was left with to watch his/her team. 

For instance, groups of us (giant Giant fans) would carpool the fifty-mile journey to New Haven, Connecticut, the closest town with watering holes able to receive the signals of the Giants game from Yankee Stadium.
Others might have taken an alternate one hour car-ferry ride across the Long Island Sound, an invasion of Vikings in vehicles on boats, said Vikings not of the Minnesota variety, but rather misguided miscreants from Brooklyn, Staten Island, and Montauk, oh, my!

Once we’d arrived at the chosen bar, the ceremonial lifting of the outside antenna on the roof was begun, the large group waiting outside the establishment hoping against hope that a yell from inside, noting success, would be heard. Connection established! All too often, though, a succession of words and phrases of the gutter variety would resonate, dropping the spirit of all the disappointed fans bent on watching football inside that bar or restaurant.

In one final effort, we were instructed to link our wire hangers, brought from home with the knowledge that they might aid the transmission of the game when attached to the antenna on the roof, in rope fashion, while the tallest man in the crowd went up on the roof to get this “Rope of Hope” attached to the very top of the antenna. 

Did it work? On clear sunny days, often. Cloudy or rainy days, it was a crap shoot. Failing, we Giant viewers would soldier on to the next bar down the street to attempt anew.

Before long, NFL stadiums were filling every seat on every Sunday, and harried legislators, hearing from housebound constituents, were convinced to change the rules.

Just like that, the ferries went into football dry dock, and football was free for all to see in the comfort of their dens, decks, and dorms.

Hut One…Hut Two 🏈🏈

Plenty of Gas Left in Their Tanks!

Brady, Brees, and Rodgers, the last of the veteran quarterbacks, have clearly shown they are still up to the task of playing well. Rodgers especially, leading the Packers to a 3-0 record and first place in their division. The Saints and the Packers had a great game with Brees and Rodgers trading touchdown passes on nearly every other series with Rodgers prevailing.

Bubbles and all, the NFL seems to be working with card board cut outs at the games and millions of fans back in their lazy boys at home. That’s the good news. The bad news is a popping up of positive virus results that could skewer the NFL schedule.

College football is back and going fairly smoothly, save Notre Dame’s need to cancel a game due to players testing positive to the virus. College football is much more likely to have more cases than the NFL given that students are out and about all week without masks and social distancing protocols being enforced.

After watching the Stanley Cup playoffs, I concur that the most coveted trophy in all of sports is the Stanley Cup Trophy. To conclude a grueling season of 81 games plus five rounds of games against increasingly better teams is far more difficult than a short series in baseball or the Super Bowl. In addition, having to live away from home in a bubbled atmosphere as was the case this year, is a tribute to the drive and dedication of the players in winning it all. After a five year effort, the Tampa Bay Lightning finally buried the past of close calls and near misses to win. And, the next season starts in just two months. 

Football and hockey are alike in many aspects, among them the need for team work in offense, defense, and special teams. The main difference being skaters have no time outs and no huddles. The typical pro football game has just eleven minutes of action while hockey is non-stop from beginning to end. Once a hockey player hits the ice, it’s lights-out-fast for his two or three minutes of action. 

In the NFL, the RPO* quarterbacks, the best of whom are Patrick Mahomes of the Kansas City Chiefs and Lamar Jackson of the Baltimore Ravens, met on Monday night and the Chiefs came out on top, 34-20, with Mahomes throwing four touchdown passes.

*RPO means “run pass option,” describing how the new breed of quarterbacks differ from the established drop back passers. Think Rodgers, Brees, and Brady vs Mahomes, Jackson, and Watson. The RPO guys are more exciting to watch as they read the defense after the play starts and decide whether to run or pass on what the defense does. There will always be a place in the game for both styles but every season seems to find more RPO’s showing up on rosters. And that is good for the fans and the game. 

Stay healthy and stay safe.

The “American Dream” Team

In 1950, a few years after his family had emigrated from Eastern Europe, newly arrived Martin Szabados tried out for our high school football team. At the same time, George Mihali’s family had arrived from war ravaged Hungary. George wanted to play baseball and basketball.

I was in the same class as Martin and George at Sayville High School on Long Island in New York. These many years later, I remember well their devotion to team play. They were determined to become a part of America…and athletics was the door they entered to make that happen.

Back then, Long Island was a string of suburbs, running one-hundred-and-twenty sleepy miles from Queens to Montauk, nothing like today’s ever-growing metropolis

I recall Martin, a small guard on the football team, meticulously studying his play book, learning who to block on every play, seldom speaking what little English he knew in favor of just getting the job done. What he lacked in size, he made up for in spirit.

During practice, a teammate accused Martin of blocking the wrong man. Martin shot back, “I know my plays!” The coach stopped the practice, called over the two players and admonished the boy for mistakenly accusing Martin, saying, “He knows his blocking assignments better than any of you.”

Life Lesson learned.

George was a crafty left-handed pitcher on the diamond, a studious kid whose father wanted him to assimilate into American culture. Dressed in shirt and tie, George would get on the school bus every morning carrying his school bag, the antithesis of all us James Dean wannabes more concerned with our hair styles and girlfriends. 

George loved basketball, too. Seldom seeing game action, he was the first kid out to practice and the last to leave. His lot was to guard future All-American and NBA player 6’5″, 215 pound Bill Thieben in daily practices. George would drop from exhaustion rather than quit. Practice over, he would shower, get on the bus, and start studying.

We won the conference basketball championship that year with Bill setting a Long Island scoring record. George contributed to that title as much as any of us. We also won the conference football title with Martin contributing mightily.

The world was a different place in the ’50s, taking its first tentative post-war steps. Since then, world events have too often made us wary of the foreign born.

The times dictate we must be careful in protecting what all of us have built in America, but it mustn’t preclude our welcoming those who will enrich us even further with their presence, as Martin and George once did.

Those many years ago, Martin and George allowed me to witness something I’ll never forget. Given a fair chance, they made it, showing how vital team work and sacrifice are to success.

And so, to the many Martins and Georges out there pursuing the American Dream, I say, “Go for it. Be prepared to step up to the plate!”

Football…is Back

Sports made a re-appearance this past weekend, lessening our thirst for action and the result seemed to show that both fans and participants played mostly by the rules.

The Notre Dame-Duke football game, won by the Irish, showed that fans got the message that masks and social distancing was the order of the day. With only 20% of the seats taken, the stadium looked eerie but the crowd noise was enough to perceive their presence. Of course, the spread of the virus will not be known for weeks, if indeed at all, to determine the efficacy of playing the game.

If it can be shown that 20% capacity can work in stadiums, as was the case at Notre Dame, I am hopeful that the Big Ten and the PAC 12 (see below for late-breaking news), the only conferences not presently playing, would reassess their positions, based upon current science, and play. 

In bubble play, hockey, tennis, and basketball have either completed play or are nearing the ends of their respective seasons. It would appear that in the NBA, the Los Angeles Lakers may meet the Boston Celtics to renew their memorable games in which Larry Bird and Magic Johnson battled it out. The bubble at Disney World in Orlando luckily lacked leaks and proved up to the task.

The Tampa Bay Lightning are on the cusp of getting to the NHL Stanley Cup Finals, holding a 3-2 game advantage over the New York Islanders. If they get there, it will be the southern most Stanley Cup Final ever played in the history of the NHL, Tampa playing Dallas.

The US Open saw empty seats as two “#NextGen” champions were crowned. In the men’s final, Dominic Thiem, down two sets to love, rallied to beat Alexander Zverev. Naomi Osaka took the women’s title in the end and used her platform to highlight social issues. She’s grown into a well-respected player with a very promising future.

Serena Williams, the preeminent legend, was defeated after injuring her ankle at the beginning of the third set of her semi-final match against Victoria Azarenka and, although in apparent pain, finished the match, gamer that she is.

A negative low-light of the entire US Open saw third ranked tennis player Novak Djokovic lose his temper, smacking a tennis ball between games and hitting a line judge in the throat, forcing her to the ground. Many say it was an unfortunate accident but that intemperate act rightly cost him the $265,000 he had already won and he was taken out of play for the rest of the US Open.

Pick-Sixes
Tom Brady played his first game as a Buccaneer on Sunday and people are unduly concerned about his throwing an interception which was returned for a touchdown (pick-six) in a loss to the New Orleans Saints. 

Lest Brady haters salivate in anticipation of such errant behavior, I suggest they look at the numbers: 

  • Aaron Rodgers has thrown 5,492 passes in his career with two pick-sixes. Brady has thrown 9,375 passes (70% more than Rodgers) with 13 pick-sixes. 
  • Brady’s average % of pick-sixes to passes thrown is 0.001138667. Rodgers % is 0.00036417.
  • Drew Brees has thrown 27 pick-sixes in his career, double Brady’s amount.
  • Every one else in the Top 5 in career passing attempts has thrown twice as many pick-sixes as Brady.

Brady’s ability to move both in and out of the pocket belied his age. There’s a lot of gas left in his tank. 
Welcome to Tampa, Tom.


*********This just in: The Big Ten is returning to play in October! Read more here. If the decision is a science-based and safe one…this reporter could not be happier!!!

Sports Open Up

This is the week where many sports are opening up for the first time. Professional sports like baseball, basketball, hockey, and golf, already underway with success in dealing with the virus, will be joined by tennis and football, both college and pros, in an attempt to level the playing fields with not only each other, but the virus as well. 

College football will see action with three of the Power Five Conferences, SEC, ACC, and BIG 12 opening up, while the Big 10 and PAC 12 will not, having cancelled their entire seasons due to the virus. Two teams, Florida and Florida State are allowing between 20 to 25% of their stadium’s capacity to be used in a sign of the times.

The NFL will open tomorrow night with a game between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Houston Texans. The first six to eight rows of seats will be empty to control the virus. 

Tennis at the US Open is in progress with no fans in attendance. The major news so far is the defaulting of Novak Djokovic for hitting a ball in anger, accidentally hitting a line judge in the throat. He was immediately removed from the tournament, forfeiting the $250,000 he had already won. Tennis is one sport that truly follows the rules of penalizing poor sportsmanship.

Baseball lost two great heroes this past week as Hall of Famers Lou Brock and Tom Seaver passed away. Brock, born into a family of sharecroppers in Arkansas, had a long career with the Cardinals and the Cubs, having 938 stolen bases and 900 RBI’s. When he got to first, it was pretty much a sure thing he’d get to second.

Tom Seaver, a pitcher for the Mets, compiled 311 wins in a twenty-year career, including a remarkable performance on July 9th, 1969, when he had a perfect game going against the Chicago Cubs, going into the ninth inning with no batter having gotten on base. A bunch of us had hired a bus to go into Shea Stadium and we were cheering wildly for Seaver, a great fan favorite, to pitch a perfect game, something only 23 others had done over 150 seasons and 218,400 games. He got the first batter in the ninth before Jimmy Qualls, a career .233 hitter, lined a single to left to ruin the perfect game. We were all devastated but the Mets got revenge, beating the Cubs for the NL pennant and winning the 1969 World Series

In the NHL, the Tampa Bay Lightning are up one game over the New York Islanders, having put on a clinic beating them, 8-2, in the opening game of the Eastern Conference semi-finals. Game two is tonight.

Nice to see sports arenas around the country are volunteering to allow their facilities to be used as election sites to make voting more accessible for the coming election. Both Raymond James Stadium and Amalie Arena in Tampa have joined the program. LeBron James and the NBA are also heavily involved in the effort. James telling The New York Times in June “This is the time for us to finally make a difference,…” aiming to protect African-Americans’ voting rights.

Nothing to do, James?

IMG_4752When I was a youngster growing up in Queens, New York, so often did I find it uncomfortable when one of the nuns at St. Catherine of Siena Grammar School found me staring out the window.

Often in mid-morning when I should have been doing my times table, but instead was looking out onto the school yard where other kids were in recess, would kindly Sister Mary Albert, she of the black tunic, wimple and beads, loudly ask, “Nothing to do, James?” to my shame and the accompanying giggles from all the other kids.

It was a life lesson well taught. Later on in life, that maxim pounded into my psyche by the Good Sisters assured that whenever I was on the bench, I always had my helmet on lest I be called into action and then had to search for it. A mortal football sin, the penance for which might be forty laps after the next practice.

In the afternoon, I found it nearly impossible to ignore the sound of the race announcer at nearby Jamaica Race Track, a scant two miles from the school, bellowing “they’re off” to a crowd of twenty-five-thousand improvers of the breed.

Unable to see the race, I could only picture in my mind the horses circling the track, the cheering reaching fever pitch as Sister Mary Albert, her back now to me, diagramming the use of the pluperfect-subjunctive in a declarative sentence, moving her piece of chalk faster and faster, as if in sync with the horses thundering down the stretch, the announcement of the winner in exact cadence with the good Sister’s chalk breaking in half at the finish line. You rocked, Sister Mary Albert.

Now, I constantly forget what day of the week it is, and I sleep much more than I should. The virus has posed that same problem for so many. Thank goodness for the NHL, the NBA and MLB, for finding those beneficent bubbles to re-engage our connections to sports. The games are professionally done and piped in crowd sounds add more excitement.

A shout out to our NHL team here in Tampa. Minus two key players, the Lightning have advanced to the Eastern Conference Final after beating a very good Boston Bruins team.

IBM is working with the US Open to mimic certain sounds recorded perhaps five years ago in similar situations like second set, first serve, ace, and then push a button to bring up the cheer from, for example, the exact situation recorded in a match between Nadal and Federer at that time.

As much as I would like to see college football have a season, it’s hard to imagine it happening with all the Covid cases breaking out as schools are re-opening. I don’t think that bodes well for the sport to continue, at least until the spring. It’s hard to understand, from my age and perspective, why these students are rebelling against the Covid safety rules but this article was enlightening. The far more troublesome result of their action is endangering the health of one another and their multi-generational families should they return home.

Sports I Never Got

May I share with you some memories of playing certain sports I never found enjoyable, primarily because I failed at them? While I had limited success at the traditional sports of football, baseball and basketball, I fared less well at several others.

At the top of the list, I would have to place water polo. For those of you who have never played the sport, don’t. It is inhuman. You must keep your head above water at all times while frantically treading water for two thirty-minute halves, the mid-point of which allowing you to reach for the sides of the pool to lift yourself up to breathe what you will surely feel are your final breaths. All the while you were trying to keep afloat, much less score, opponents had been kicking and punching you under water.

A very close second sport to avoid would be boxing. The only boxing match I had was a one-rounder against, oddly enough, a guy with the same last name as me, first name John, and that is arguably the only thing we had in common. He had an inch or two on me to go along with flaming red hair. His lengthy arms seemed twice as long as mine because I spent the entire fight (entire is not an apt description of the bout given it lasted only one round) fending off his punches to my face, chest, arms and stomach. I don’t recall landing a punch. I was delighted to end the match with John. The gym teacher called it a draw, allowing me to retain an iota of pride, slinking back to my geometry class, an equally tough assignment.

The thrill of playing golf has always eluded me. I know it is enjoyed by millions of men and women and television ratings go through the roof on weekend showings. Maybe if I had taken lessons early on I’d think differently. I feel playing the sport is so different from team sports that the pleasures of the game passed by me. It would have been nice to have played the links…given I can’t find any octogenarians who will play football with me.

I tried roller skating once. I had the same level of success with it as I did with ice skating. Balance and I were never simpatico. My upper body was always competing with my lower body for control. I never gained the feeling of confidence I needed to stay upright be it at the local roller rink or on the nearby lakes and ponds come winter. I much preferred the comfort of the local movie theater.

I had an inkling to play rugby some years ago because it was probably the closest sport to football available. I viewed a couple of games and the moving mound of combatants never seemed to be going anywhere. It seemed every move the mass of men made while pushing, holding, and shoving would be called penalties in regular football. And any sport which uses the word “scrum” as its primary method of play should be very carefully scrutinized.

Light Hearted Look at Today’s Leisure Activities

In this moment of perpetual boredom, schools closing, movie theaters empty, colleges virtually teaching, beauty parlors, gyms, and luncheonettes not knowing what the hell to do, I think it time to reflect for a moment and drum up a cheer for Philo T. Farnsworth, the inventor of television.

philoIn a moment of brilliance, he foresaw a means of keeping people in a perpetual state, unencumbered by the need to be with others, much like what we all are experiencing today.

To be sure, we’ve had the tube in our lives for generations now, and what a companion it’s been in times of comedy, theater, history, tragedy, sports, ETA?.al.

We would turn to our tubes to pass the time, laugh at comedians tweaking political figures, watch cowboys chasing cowgirls, or watch mastodons bumping each other on football weekends.

But what had been a comfortable pastime has now become a necessity of life, the presence of which has been our lifeline to sanity.

streaming-tv-channels-netflix-hulu-1Platforms such as Netflix, Hulu, Starz, Prime, PBS, BBC, Brit Box, HBO, ROKU, You Tube, WebOS, peacock, and others have replaced Starbucks, diners, coffee meetups, poker nights, book clubs, and just about every other human practice that puts people within touching range of one another.

I am not knocking television but rather embracing it. I wish someone would invent a pair of glasses that turn into television screens so I could get up and go out for a walk to watch Casablanca for the hundredth time (ok, ok, I see the inherent risks in walking and watching, but…).

Baseball has found a useful way of having us watch games while fake cardboard cutouts watch back at us from behind home plate. Each of those cutouts cost the person so seen $60 and he/she must return the image at the end of the season, no doubt saving the multimillionaire team owner the added cost should the virus continue to infect us next year, God forbid.

yellowstone

If you liked “Longmire” on Netflix, you’re gonna love Kevin Costner in “Yellowstone” on Paramount. It follows a laconic middle-age sheriff rounding up bad guys on the range much as Longmire did before he tired of bearded miscreants and retired. Kevin’s horse rides right out of the West to take up the cause now in its fourth season.

Thelma and Louise set the bar very high for following damsels in distress but “Wanted” is up to the task in chronicling the adventures of a middle-aged waitress and a somewhat addled younger-aged female companion on the run from a murder they didn’t commit. (Spoiler Alert: They don’t go over a cliff at film’s end.)

If British mysteries fit your fancy, go no farther than PBS and start watching “Endeavor”, settling in for season seven with 50 episodes of former seasons awaiting your collective attention and enjoyment. Be prepared for Agatha Christie type endings.

lightningBaseball, basketball, and hockey are making the most of truncated seasons in playoff mode, and doing a good job of it. Football will be discussed in future Coaches Corners.

Meanwhile, ratchet up those Lazy Boys, everybody.

Safe In The Bubble — Outside In Trouble

The NHL and the NBA have figured out how to successfully avoid the virus in picking up where they left off and now are re-starting their championship playoffs.

Hockey’s chase for the Stanley Cup is being contested entirely in Canada, in Edmonton and Toronto, in arenas devoid of fans.

The NBA has been playing in Disney World in Orlando.

It appears both leagues are playing by the rules, not leaving the comfort of residential facilities provided.

If continued thusly, it should provide us sports viewing from home for another two months or so.

Other sports face difficulties, though. College football is on the cusp of cancelling the entire season or postponing it until next spring. Outbreaks of the virus presently spreading through some teams will only be exacerbated when school opens and students by the thousands return to campuses.

If present use of masks by young people, neglible as it is, becomes the norm at schools, it will be near impossible to stem the spread of COVID-19.

MLB, trying to complete an abbreviated sixty-game season, ran into trouble early with a number of players letting down their guard and testing positive, causing games to be canceled. The lesson seems to have been learned and baseball is moving in the right direction.

But the true lesson clearly learned is we do not control the virus, the virus controls us. Baseball and football did not have the advantage of the bubble and paid the price.

Football Player Demands

During these troubling times, I have a difficult issue with college players in various conferences offering a list of demands to be met before they return to play. Especially onerous is their demand for schools to remunerate them for a percentage of revenue generated by playing games, ranging anywhere from 20% to 50%.

The college players on scholarship agreed to accept a totally free ride through college, consisting of tuition, room, and board, in exchange for representing the school on the football field.

It is a system that been in place for generations and has greatly benefited those players who have taken advantage of it by achieving a degree, the attainment of which, according to a study by the Wall Street Journal, would increase their lifetime earnings by one million dollars.

They will be playing in front of students who don’t have the benefits of scholarships, facing large amounts of schooling costs which come free for players during their undergraduate days, as well as the need to pay off student loans which players don’t accrue.

I find it troubling that enabled players would use this time to seek to expand the very generous favors they are already enjoying.

A Word About Graduation Rates

Every kid playing football dreams of playing in college and the NFL. Good for them. That’s a healthy thought. The truth is, only a minute percentage of them ever will. Their chances are dimmed if they tire of the game or vice versa. The sadness arrives when only about half the players in college stay around long enough for a degree. For all the time players spent on the practice field and in team meetings, I am in favor of granting them another year without football to get that degree. It’s that important.

Sports Update

It appears that sports played in a bubble are having better luck at moving their seasons along. The NHL, playing in Canada, is in the initial round robin of determining seeding positions before the start of the Stanley Cup playoffs next week.

On Monday, the Tampa Bay Lightning beat perennial tough division opponent Washington Capitals in a shootout, setting up round robin contests with the Boston Bruins and Philadelphia Flyers on Wednesday and Saturday, respectively.

Watching the game on television at home was a great diversion from the worrisome affairs we find ourselves in at this time.

A bonus was having our regular Lightning announcers on board even though the game was being played in Toronto.

With all the seats being covered in the arena, it led to an eerie feeling minus cheering in a sport that lives on crowd noise. I think the cardboard cutouts of fans at baseball games is unnecessary and disruptive. Piping in crowd noise to at-home viewers is helpful, especially in a fast sport like hockey, lending more of an at-the-game presence that makes the game much more interesting. Nikita Kucherov of the Lightning and Alex Ovechkin of the Capitals are two of the best players in the NHL, and it was fitting that the two of them gave 110% in a match ending in scoreless overtime and  Kucherov then winning the shootout. Those two guys compete like Brady and Brees or Russell and Chamberlain.

College football faces tough times with Covid 19 the culprit.

Many schools have cancelled their seasons and others are considering doing the same. The Power 5 schools are dealing with the virus spreading already amongst their rosters. Rutgers has been especially hard hit as has Michigan State, two Big Ten schools. The Ivy League has already canceled their season. The Big Ten announced today their 2020 schedule beginning in less than a month on September 3rd.

The entire college football situation is in a state of flux never seen before as conferences and schools are trying to mitigate the health issues and still have a full season. Once school begins and athletes mix much more freely with other students, it seems inevitable that more players will test positive and will need to quarantine for two weeks.

MLB has gotten off to rocky start, already cancelling many games in what was hoped to be a shortened sixty-game season. The Miami Marlins with 18 players testing positive and the St. Louis Cardinals with 13 have been the hardest hit so far. Miami Marlins owner Derek Jeter was quoted as saying “We let our guard down but it wasn’t because of players going out to bars. We, like everyone else, need to be more careful.”

The NBA seems to thrive well inside the bubble at Disney World in Orlando, registering zero players testing positive, so far. Keep it going, guys!

Next week, more info on the NFL, as it prepares to open its season on Thursday, September 9th.

Baseball is Back, Maybe!

As I write this week’s Coach’s Corner, the future of baseball completing a shortened sixty game season is in doubt. With so many players testing positive for the virus, it’s a day to day situation.

What follows are my thoughts as we hopefully have baseball back again.

I caught the opening game of the 2020 baseball season with nary a spectator in the stands and it bothered me not a whit.

The Washington Nationals hosted the Yankees in our nation’s capital with Dr. Anthony Fauci throwing out the ceremonial first pitch, flattening the curve with just one throw, spiking the ball on its way to home plate. Better the good doctor a scientist be.

The idea of having cardboard cut-outs rather than people in the stands needs some work. Trying to guess who they are is annoying. Better they should be live people social distancing six seats from each other where home runs are generally hit in the nether regions of the ball park, and if a fan catches a ball, it should be ruled a ground rule double. You know, getting the fans involved.

 

Players, coaches, and managers are not allowed to stand nose to nose and argue with an umpire. They are, however, allowed to stand behind the ump and bellow at the back of his head. The players union is appealing this rule stating as long as they are social distancing, why can’t they yell face to face with the ump from six-feet away? Players claim it is a matter of dignity.

All MLB teams will now use the designated hitter rule. That is a great idea. In last year’s post season games when all pitchers had to hit, sixty-one pitchers came to bat, the net result being one hit, a single.

Starting each half-inning of an extra inning game with the first batter up on second base will greatly speed up the game.

With 9.72% of all games going into extra innings, we can clearly see how this new rule will speed up boring extra inning games, especially when you live east of the Mississippi and you want to see one more at-bat by Angels super star Mike Trout and it’s already past midnight.

Spitting is not allowed. Masked players retain the option, however, of expectorating into their masks if they so desire. Because of financial considerations, only one mask per player per season will be provided. That in itself, should result in players vigorously self-social distancing.

Players generally were wearing masks in the dugouts although for some inexplicable reason their use is not mandatory there, according to MLB protocol. The only place ball players are near to one another is in the dugout. That rule needs re-visiting.

High fives and hugs are not allowed under any circumstances. Home runs may be acknowledged by players exchanging winks.

In the interest of enforcing non-spitting, no sun flower seeds will be allowed in the socially distanced dugouts. The players’ request to substitute chewing tobacco was denied. Thank the Lord.

But once the games started, it was baseball as we’ve come to know and love it. There was ambient pre-recorded crowd noise piped in, lending reality to the games. After waiting five months, sports on television is real enough. The bases are still ninety-feet apart and the grass is still a glorious green.

Play Ball!

Why We Love Sports in America

What is it about American sports that we feel so lost without them?

For so long they have been the community gathering spot for unity, friendship, camaraderie, and spirit.

From Little League to the Olympics, from Pop Warner football to the Super Bowl, and from school yard basketball to the NBA, they have provided the lessons of life, fairness, teamwork, and leadership, so necessary in gaining success.

When we play sports, we learn how to win graciously and how to accept defeat and move on.

After we cease playing sports, we cheer our local teams faithfully. People in Green Bay collectively own their Packers.

There is a spirit of community at high school Friday night football games with families attending.

In perhaps the sport most requiring precise teamwork, girls and boys practice and train endlessly to win a race by less than the length of a boat.

Numerous examples of marvelous memories abound. Joe Louis regaining his heavyweight championship by knocking out Max Schmeling, in a fight with great political ramifications, Adolph Hitler claiming Schmeling to be an example of the Nazi Party, although Max was never a member of that nefarious group, and in fact had risked his own life saving two Jewish children in 1938. Louis and Schmeling remained close friends throughout their lifetimes.

Sports is a fourth string quarterback at Notre Dame, Joe Montana, getting his shot at playing and ending up, as John Madden opined, the greatest quarterback to ever play the game.

Baseball is as great as a young boy playing shortstop on a sandlot field emulating Cubs shortstop Ernie Banks always saying, “Let’s play two today!” or Yankee Derek Jeter completing arguably the single greatest play in MLB history, “The Flip Play!” to advance in post season play.

Tennis has memories of Billie Jean King beating loud mouth Bobby Riggs, elevating girls tennis leading to women greatly gaining parity with men. She was quoted as saying, “I wanted to use sports for social change.”

Sports is a rag tag bunch of college kids beating the mighty Russians to win Olympic Gold Medals in ice hockey in a Miracle Game.

Sports is Ray Charles singing “America The Beautiful” in front of a packed Yankee Stadium joining him in chorus after chorus shortly after 9/11 had devastated New York City.

Sports is Kirk Gibson limping up to the plate in a World Series opening game, working the pitcher to get his pitch, and then sending it into the bleachers for a game winning home run. Even better than Robert Redford did!

Who can forget Nadal and Federer fighting to the final point every time they met?

We may have to wait a while to create more memories as we collectively fight this virus. But good times will return and more memories will be made.

America has always overcome hard times and it will again, using the lessons sports have taught us, intelligence, team work, dedication, and perseverance.

Play Ball!

A Second Cuppa’ Coffee

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who sent me a Birthday video or e-mail or text message to wish me a Happy 86th Birthday. It was very touching and greatly appreciated.

My family turned it into a joyous Zoom presentation where I saw so many greetings from friends, both new and old. My kids are tech savvy and my grandson is a whiz on computers and the result was a video scrapbook that we’ll enjoy forever as a family heirloom. Thank you. Coach.

This week’s Coach’s Corner is a sequel to a story I did eight years ago on these pages but now updated due to more information I recently discovered. That story was called “A Cuppa’ Coffee.”

This one is entitled “A Second Cuppa’ Coffee.”

A Second Cuppa’ Coffee

When a minor leaguer is called up to the parent club for a short time, baseball parlance describes that moment of glory as the player having “a cuppa’ coffee” in the big leagues.

An honorary distinction, it is recognized by appreciative baseball fans to describe men who dreamed of playing Major League Baseball and made it, if only for the briefest of times. Earl Mossor was such a player.

Earl had returned from World War II and spent a few years playing minor league baseball, hoping for a chance.

Earl got his “cuppa’ coffee” with the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1951, the year Brooklyn lost the pennant to the hated New York Giants on the season’s final day.

Earl had pitched well in a spring training game against the Yankees, earning him the call-up in late April as a relief pitcher for Brooklyn.

Earl achieved a singular honor in his short time in the major leagues.  Appearing in just three games as a relief pitcher, he batted only once, but got a single.

And on the mound, he struck out only one batter, but what a strikeout it was.

Stan “The Man” Musial, two-for-four that day with a double and a triple and four runs batted in, came up with two men on base in the eighth inning and struck out swinging on a full-count breaking ball in front of a packed house in Brooklyn.

Earl later wrote to a friend what that one strikeout meant to him.

“I had never even seen this guy before let alone pitch against him. ……Stan Musial. I said to myself I can’t run in the dugout and hide. I have to pitch to him. ….here is a guy making $100,000 a year and I am making $10,000 and I am supposed to get him out. Ha! ……Anyway I worked the count to 3-2 on him and threw him a big change-up curve, and ducked. He missed it by about 2 feet so I was about the happiest boy in the world. I struck out “Stan The Man” the first time I ever saw him.”

Earl had the unique distinction of batting a career perfect 1.000 in joining an elite club of only eighty-four other players who got a hit in their only at-bat in Major League Baseball history.

He also struck out arguably the greatest hitter in the history of the National League, Stan “The Man” Musial.

In the first game he played for Brooklyn, he came in to relieve the starting pitcher in the very first inning. Earl allowed what would turn out to be the winning run. After a couple of more appearances, he was sent back down to the minor leagues.

The Rest of the Story…

That year, the Dodgers and Giants finished the season tied for the National League pennant, necessitating a best two out of three playoff for the right to play in the World Series.

Leo Durocher, the Giant’s manager and a scurrilous figure if ever there was one, had designed a system of signs so the Giant batters knew what the pitch was going to be, creating a huge advantage at the plate.

Confessions to these unfair acts surfaced in the Wall Street Journal a couple of years ago as long retired Giants confirmed the cheating, and in fact were quite proud of it.

A Giants coach with a telescope would aim at the catcher’s fingers, telling the pitcher what type of pitch to throw, giving the Giants players a great advantage. The coach then pressed a buzzer to the bullpen where a player would either hold a baseball in his hand or toss it up to signify either a fast ball or a breaking ball was coming.

Rules are applied to sports to level the playing field. Cheating from grade school to professional sports is the antithesis of fair play.

That one game where Earl Mossor allowed the winning run may well have been tainted by sign stealing. Had he held that lead when he came in to relieve, and the season played out the way that it did, the Dodgers would’ve won the pennant and gone on to the World Series.

In total, Earl played thirteen years of professional baseball, wearing the uniforms of fifteen different teams ranging from Caracas to Montreal and Florida to Oregon, continually searching for his own field of dreams.

Because the Giants cheated him out of a win, Earl never got that call for a second trip back to the big leagues.

Given his military WWII service to his country and his love of the game of baseball, I think MLB should place a memorial stone next to his final resting place in Mount Moriah, Ohio, reading “Earl Mossor Is Enjoying A Second Cuppa’ Coffee in Baseball Heaven”

No Sports? Watch TV

With sports still down the road a bit, I thought I’d recommend some television shows that might help pass the time until they return. All of my picks are shows I’ve seen on Netflix, except one, “Hamilton,” which is on the Disney Channel.

“Hamilton” is the biggest show to hit Broadway in decades. The singing,  dancing and staging are top notch, the revolving stage is used very cleverly, and there are subtitles to help you understand the lyrics, often done in very witty hip-hop. Great story about America’s breaking away from England’s rule on the way to building a nation. Deserves all the accolades it has received.

For those who like English mysteries, “MI 6” should please. A wing of British Intelligence tackles espionage attempts, digging through seemingly unrelated events, stopping disaster at the last moment.

“Breaking Bad” is one of the best series I’ve seen. If you’ve put off watching this show because of the story line of a dying high school science teacher becoming a maker of meth, try it. The story line is gripping and the acting of Bryan Cranston made him a star.

“Harrow” is the story of a non-conforming pathologist who finds clues through deeper probing of events not done by the police. Often ridiculed by his peers and superiors, he gets the job done. Clever series with twists and turns.

“Miracle” chronicles the inspiring story of the Olympic hockey game between the USA and the USSR in 1980 in Lake Placid, New York, played when the Cold War was at its height. Many Minnesotans were portrayed in the film, most notably the coach, Herb Brooks, who drove his team to victory. Best line, “You boys were born to be hockey players!”

Watch any Ken Burns documentary you can find. One could find a month’s worth of enjoyment while also learning about our history through the years. One of my personal favorites is “Country Music.” Although I hadn’t been a fan of Country Western music before, I found the colorful growth of the genre along with the development of the stars to be very enjoyable.

“Longmire” details a modern day sheriff tending to a small county in Wyoming, solving all sorts of crimes and misdemeanors through a thorough knowledge of his townspeople. Laid back in a laconic Gary Cooper style, he and his small staff of a deputy and a secretary form a closely knit trio of civic leadership.

Naturally, it goes without saying that if you haven’t seen arguably the finest series ever done on television, “Downton Abbey,” you best binge this wonderful story about class distinctions in early 19th Century England. The first six seasons won numerous accolades for capturing beautifully the lifestyles of a class slowly dwindling, yet trying desperately to keep social barriers in place. A 7th season has been announced for later this year. You might have to go to Hulu or HBO to find this masterpiece.

As we await the return of sports, Happy Viewing.

 

I Can Do That!

(This story was originally published April 19, 2014)

“It was so foggy and the ships were so close together, we thought we were going to crash.”

I had just met eighty-nine-year-old Ernie Rinaldi and he was describing to me his time in the second wave of the Normandy invasion on D-Day, June 6th, 1944, at a breakfast fund raiser for “Meals On Wheels.”

Lying off-shore in a roiling sea as the beachhead was being secured, the nineteen-year-old Ernie, on his mission as a radio-man, was anxious to help install the communication system that would aid greatly in finally defeating the Nazis.

A year earlier, an infantry sergeant had asked, “Anybody here know how to fix radios?” Ernie — eschewing the age-old dictum of — “Never volunteer for anything while in the army” — raised his hand and said, “I can do that,” an act transferring him into the Signal Corps and the start of a new trade.

Surviving the war and back home, Ernie would watch his young wife succumb to multiple sclerosis and pass away at twenty-five, leaving him a widower with three kids. He left his native Ohio and traveled to New York City, moving on from radio to seek work in a new medium called television. This occupation allowed Ernie to raise the children, all of whom are now over sixty (as Ernie proudly pointed out).

He later moved the family from New York to Florida, where his grandmother helped raise the children. He never re-married and for the past fifty-five years has run a television repair shop in Ybor City in Tampa. He has become a fixture in that historic community where he witnessed the growth of both his family and that electronic media he began working with so long ago back in World War II.

Raising your hand and taking chances is something I believe all young people should learn to do. Ernie said he understood the advantage of “raising his hand” so many years ago, as had I, albeit nowhere near as historically as Ernie.

“Tell me, Jim,” said an impish Ernie, “When did you raise your hand?”

I told him it was in my second year in high school when a desperate football coach asked “Who here wants to play quarterback?” Although I had never played the position, I raised my hand and said, “Me, coach — I can do that!” I ended up riding that bit of chutzpah to become the first in my family to go to college. And I got to play football while earning a degree at the great University of Minnesota in the Big Ten.

At the breakfast, Ernie, himself a beneficiary of “Meals On Wheels,” starred in a video showing the wonderful work that organization does. There he was on screen, inviting us into his apartment where he smiled and chatted up the volunteers delivering the food, brightening the day for all of them. He touched our hearts. The Greatest Generation, indeed.

Horse Racing During the Pandemic

Crowd noise is missed much more in horse racing than any other sport. Whether you are in the grandstand or down at the rail, nothing can beat cheering for a long shot coming down the stretch, ahead of the favorite, saddled jockeys up on their horses’ necks flying to the finish line. It is the most exciting two minutes in sports.

Down the stretch, the best place to view the action is at the finish line, hugging the rail to see equine energy come roaring right at you. Sure, you might be tempted to look up at large television screens showing the action, but most live racing fans want ‘eyes on their horse’ — thousands cheering their own favorites — the sounds of thundering hooves making your heart work overtime.

As you look at the winner’s circle directly across from the finish line, you’ll see the horse’s owners posing for pictures while the losing undersized jockeys walk disconsolately back to the stable, their horses in the hands of trainers. Those who own their own stables are dressed to the nines, while others dressed less fashionably might be five guys from Brooklyn who pooled their money to buy a horse on a hunch.

The race itself, while exciting, plays second fiddle to the panorama of the entire event. Because races start every thirty minutes, little time is allotted to make your choice, go to the window to place your bet, and get back to your seat or the rail for the action.

There are two kinds of bettors, the ones who assiduously read the ‘Bettors Bible’, the 125-year-old Daily Racing Form, purchased upon entering the track for a couple of bucks, or those others who select their horses based upon the colors of the jockeys’ shirts or the name of the horse being similar to a second cousin, once removed. By the way, both systems can work.

As I study my Daily Racing Form, I am impressed by the volume of information contained therein. The baseball nerds whose algorithms can tell you the exact location of the left fielder playing on a cloudy day with the opposing clean up hitter at-bat have nothing on the guys deciphering the probable finish of the dozen or so horses running in the next day’s races. (Spoiler Alert: These guys never bet on cousins once removed.)

Every aspect of every horse’s life is laid out in front of the reader, i.e., last five races run, quality of competition, tracks run at, times at every quarter mile of each race, etc, etc,.

I personally favor watching the tote board above the infield.

The “Racing Form” experts have done all the math for you. You confirm your choice by checking the tote board to see if the odds on each horse align with your choice. If so, you feel smart. If you’ve won, the tote board shows you immediately how much. It’s always fun to collect your money and instantly start analyzing the next race.

I Almost Met Norman Mailer

One sunny morning in the mid 1990s, I was strolling down a street hard by the Brooklyn Bridge when I spotted Norman Mailer, a Pulitzer Prize winning literary giant of the 20th Century, the only American writer with one or more best-selling books in each of seven consecutive decades, walking down the steps of his brownstone to the sidewalk.

I was approximately thirty-feet to his left when he saw me ogling him from our soon to be mutually occupied sidewalk.

His thought must have been, “What do I do? I go left, he’s got me. If I go right, he’ll catch me and never stop talking.”

All of a sudden, as he hesitated, I moved quickly to ask him, “Were you satisfied with the casting of Aldo Ray as the crooked Sergeant Croft in the movie version of your marvelous book, “The Naked And The Dead”?

Alas, I never got that chance.

It was at that moment that he used the dreaded Kreitling Manuever, not seen in nearly forty years since its unveiling in a Gopher game in front of 65,000 faithful fans.

As Mailer hit the sidewalk, a slight nod to me confirmed he knew that I knew who he was. A greeting by no means.

After all, he was a fighter. A critic of nearly everything in life, he once ran with some of his cohorts for the New York City Council under the slogan, “Throw The Rascals In!”

He married six different women and sired nine children. Clearly, he’d been under pressure before.

The moment had arrived for him to make his move. I was suddenly the safety and he the receiver, harking back as I did to that Illinois vs Minnesota game in 1958.

I had kept one eye on Rich Kreitling, a 6’5″ All-American receiver with the speed and build of  a stallion, as both he, and now Mailer, made the same moves. A slight turn right by each of them had turned me sideways, a crucial error on my part.

Kreitling took advantage of my miscue by causing me to turn fullly around, the kiss of death for a football safety. That one step he got on me put me in his rear view mirror as he sped by me like a freight train passing a bum.

I ran into Rich a few years later at a Sunday Mass at Fort Dix in New Jersey as we were serving out our respective ROTC commitments. We chatted about that game and then we parted, he going on to a great NFL career while I, as a high school English teacher, tried to motivate kids to read the works of Brooklyn’s own Walt Whitman.

Mailer must have been reading my thoughts as I mulled over Kreitling’s touchdown.

But Norman, ever mindful of the need to escape me, was up for the game. He feinted right slightly, causing me to move towards him. He then feinted back to me, leaving me in the hell of safeties, “no man’s land.”

Then came the unexpected. The wily Mailer, utilizing the dreaded Kreitling move–how he knew it I’ll never know–suddenly going directly across the street, leaving me on the sidewalk doing the backwards two-step while he disappeared down a wooded walkway leading to the aforementioned Brooklyn Bridge.

Fool me once, shame on me!

Fool me twice, double shame on me!

More Celeb Sightings

Years ago, in the early 1950s, when I was going to the University of Minnesota, I went to a party where a large group of people were standing around chatting and laughing. I noticed a guy standing alone and I started a conversation with him. He had gone to Minnesota as well.

Talk got around to his asking what I wanted to be when I graduated. I said, like many college kids say, “I’m not sure, yet.” I asked him what he did for a living. He said he was a cartoonist working on a new comic strip idea. He had told me his name but I had forgotten it. I asked again and he said Charles Schulz, and then he volunteered that the name of his comic strip was “Peanuts.” I said, “Good luck with that!”

Charles passed away in 2000 and today he is the third highest paid dead earner in the world behind Michael Jackson and Elvis Presley. Yeah, “Good luck with that!”

The first time (1954) I saw Don Zimmer, baseball lifer if ever there was one–65 years earning money from baseball–the only job he ever had, he was a rookie with the Brooklyn Dodgers and my brother and I were down by the Brooklyn bullpen, watching pitchers warm up.

Zimmer was playing rookie catcher to 6’5″ fire balling strike out artist Don Drysdale, who was on his way to the Hall of Fame. Zimmer was challenging Drysdale to throw a pitch so hard and fast that he would not be able to catch it. On and on this went, Drysdale welcoming the brash rookie to the big leagues with smoking fast balls, no curves, no sliders, no change-ups. This was mano y mano between these two men. Zimmer was cursing Drysdale, using curse words I had heard but some I had not. They sounded like brutish epithets straight out of mid-eighteenth century Bulgaria. The other players in the bull pen were egging the combatants on until Drysdale threw the white flag, telling Zimmer to stop because he had to pitch that day.

The next time I saw Zimmer in person was forty-five-years later. I saw him walking out of a Broadway theater in 1990. I thought it strange because he was then manager of the Chicago Cubs who were in New York to play the Mets in a weekend series, the opening Friday night game already in session. It wasn’t until later that I had read the Cubs had fired him that morning. I guess he probably figured, “What the hell, I’m here in New York, the Cubs don’t want me, and I’ve always wanted to see “Les Miserables” anyway.”

Another quick sighting was Tony Randall and Lauren Bacall at the American Hotel in the Hamptons, engaged in a deep conversation over breakfast. I wanted so much to go to their table and repeat their favorite lines, “Oscar! Oscar!” to Tony, and, “You know how to whistle, don’t you? You just put your lips together and blow!” to Bogie’s widow.

I respected their privacy and went to McDonald’s.

Murray, Duffy and the Bear

Murray Warmath grew up in Tennessee, and Paul “Bear” Bryant grew up in Arkansas. Two tough men, they went on to play college football against each other at Tennessee and Alabama, respectively.

These two men of the twentieth-century American South changed college football forever, and in so doing, helped advance civil rights so long denied to their countrymen. So, too, did a Pennsylvania Scotsman named Duffy Daugherty.

It was a full two decades after Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier in baseball, but there were still but a handful of African-Americans playing college football, and none in the South of the1950s.

Warmath had initial success at Minnesota. However, he came to realize he needed to recruit on a wider basis. He sent his assistant coaches to Pennsylvania, Texas, North Carolina and other states to recruit talented players, most notably Black athletes. And they were very successful.

Warmath, ahead of his time and prescient in his thinking, integrated college football to an extent it had never been before.

From Pennsylvania, he recruited quarterback Sandy Stephens and running back Judge Dickson. An old friend of Warmath’s, unable to recruit Black athletes due to the times, suggested Murray recruit Bobby Bell from a segregated high school in North Carolina playing six-man football.

That move gave the Gophers a national title in 1960.

I had the privilege of coaching Bell in his freshman year on our scout team at Minnesota. He was the most gifted football player I have ever seen. Set at quarterback with Stephens, Warmath switched Bell to tackle where he became a legend in both college and the NFL.

After winning the 1961 Rose Bowl, Dickson, later an IBM executive, commented as to how that really opened up college football to Black athletes who saw in that game the first African-American quarterback, Stephens, succeeding on the big stage. It was after that game that many more colleges began to recruit African-Americans.

Bryant returned to Alabama in 1958 after highly successful stops at Southern schools with all-white teams, playing mainly against other all-white teams. At Alabama, he enjoyed immediate success, winning three national championships in the early 1960s.

Daugherty at Michigan State saw the results of Warmath’s efforts in winning Big Ten titles and followed suit. By 1966, he had his Spartans ready to play for the national championship.

In 1966, Notre Dame had a single Black player (future Associate Justice of the Minnesota Supreme Court Alan Page) playing against Daugherty’s Michigan State team which had seventeen African-Americans.

The Irish shared the national championship with the Spartans that year after they both played to a 10-10 tie, even though Alabama was undefeated and, by record alone, should have earned the title outright.

It was a clear message to Bryant from the national sports writers, the men who determined the national champion, to fully recognize the civil rights movement and integrate all of college football.

But Southern legislators forbade it. As a result, Bryant had mediocre all-white teams through the remainder of the 1960s, compiling a very un-Alabama-like record of 28-15-2.

When the NCAA added a tenth game in 1970, Bryant implored USC coach John McKay to bring his team to Birmingham to play the Crimson Tide. Bryant guaranteed McKay total safety from what many feared would be a hostile crowd.

USC accepted Bryant’s offer, beating Alabama, 42-21, just as Bryant knew they would. The game was played without incident.

The Trojans had a large number of Black players, amongst them Clarence Davis, who had been born in Birmingham but his family had moved to Los Angeles at the age of three for the promise of a better life it held for them. Alabama had no Black players.

It was in 1963 that racist Governor George Wallace, seeing Bryant’s all-white teams winning national titles, stood in the entrance door at the University of Alabama, defying the United States government’s order to admit Black students, stating, “Segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever!”

Bryant knew better. In 1970, the first Black Alabama football player, Wilbur Jackson, walked proudly through that same door.

Bryant won three more titles in the 1970s with an ever increasing number of Black athletes.

Warmath, in 1960, had shown Bryant and Daugherty that African-Americans could successfully play college football at a very high level and be accepted. And graduate.

Bryant, in 1970, showed Alabama legislators the only way to win national championships was to integrate.

Two men of the deep South and a Scot from Pennsylvania changed college football forever because they all knew that in order to make their teams the very best they could be, they had to include African-Americans.

In hastening the withering of this existing racial imbalance, these men opened the door to eradicating racial discrimination throughout the country, allowing athletes to compete on a level playing field regardless of race.

Murray died in 2011 at 98. Duffy died in1987 at 72. Bryant died 28 days after he coached his 323rd and last victory at the age of 69.

They were giants of the coaching profession. Their leadership examples would be of great use in these perilous times.

Zooming Through a Pandemic

Nothing has disrupted my life as Covid 19 has. I, as many of my age have done, play by the rules of social distancing and wearing masks in order to protect ourselves as well as others. I wish I could say the same of many other younger people who simply do not. They are both foolish and selfish.

My family, spread across oceans, has taken to holding Sunday morning Zoom meetings to chat about the issues of the day. Being held on the Sabbath, it’s like going to church, but without a collection plate. It’s comforting and enjoyable. Of all the high tech innovations of the past thirty years, this is the most user friendly, unless your first cousin is Bill Gates.

My son, an English professor in Paris, is our moderator, keeping the comments on topic, while my grandson is our technical coordinator should a glitch arise.

Given the absence of sports, Zoom has been the next best way to keep each other up to date on that front.

Speaking of which, word is the NHL is ready to move the entire league to two cities, one in each conference, to play the remaining games in arenas void of fans. Their post season playoffs would then finish out the year. Hooray for that.

Likewise, the NBA has arranged to move the top twenty-four of their teams to Orlando, housing the players and their families in hotel rooms at Disney World, presently unused due to the pandemic.

MLB is close to an agreement with its player’s union to emulate the same solution by moving teams grouped from the same geographical areas to Arizona to complete a shortened schedule of eighty-two games, plus a season ending playoff system.

Great news for so many of us who have had to put up with re-runs of Seinfeld and Agatha Christie murder mysteries to fill the void. I might add, watch any British show starring Nicole Walker in it. She’s that good.

Soon, sans fans, LeBron James will be mentally leading his team to victory, Aaron Judge will be lofting fly balls into the “Judge’s Chambers” section high up into the stands at Yankee Stadium, and Steven Stamkos will be winging one-timers into the upper regions of opponents’ goals for the Tampa Lightning.

Venerable football coach General Robert Neyland of the Tennessee Volunteers formulated his “Seven Game Maxims” to measure how a team would win games. The first of those rules is as applicable today as we wrestle with Covid 19 as it was the day Neyland intoned his Maxims. “The team which makes the fewest mistakes wins!” There are two teams now playing each other. The Virus and the World. We all must play as one team to win. Just as the line in football has to open holes for yardage to be gained, so, too, do runners have to run to daylight.

Help others. Wear masks and remain socially distant. Let’s not fumble this game away. Hut One, Hut two…

Sports and Empty Seats

Shakespeare’s Hamlet opined, “the play’s the thing,” forecasting perhaps a situation a half-millennium into the future.

The William Shakespeare I refer to is the greatest writer in history, not the Notre Dame receiver from Staten Island, of all places, who scored a late touchdown to beat The Ohio State University in 1935. [Ed. Note: The reason I say THE in front of Ohio is because I must. They and THE Citadel are the only schools with that distinction, annoyingly so to all other college fans lo these many years.]

Today, the “the game’s the thing.” If the Buckeyes or any other team plays this autumn, it will likely be in front of empty seats. Whereas Shakespeare, (William, not Staten Island Willie), could fit only 3,000 fans into his Globe Theater, Ohio State can cram thirty times that amount into it’s stadium.

Covid 19 has turned the sports world upside down. The NHL, NFL, MLB, College Conferences, NBA, are all contemplating play in front of empty seats. As a devotee of recreation room Lazy Boy seating, I will not miss the crowd noise or commentary a whit. I have gone to muting the sound on most play-by-play and color announcers, anyway, save Tony Romo.

Baseball Covid Rules

MLB has proposed a plan that puts the players not on the field into the empty stands. That means no dugouts, ergo, no spitting allowed, ending a century long rite of passage of chewing and spitting out sunflower seeds.

No high fives, hugging or hand shakes allowed. Team brawls are outlawed. The collegial meeting at home plate before games by managers exchanging line-up cards will be replaced by an app.

I can just see a player caught expectorating pleading to the ump, “I wasn’t spitting, Mr. Umpire, I was just coughing.” Will there be video replay of those calls to our eternal disgust?

The Effect Of Cheering Fans

Notre Dame has announced it will begin the fall semester with students in class rooms, but makes no mention of football being played. To stretch a simile the length of a football field, suggesting the Irish might forego a football season is like getting married with a pre-nuptial agreement attached. Neither should ever happen.

Playing a game in front of 75,000 fans is little different than playing a high school game with 1,000 people in the stands. Just before every snap, twenty-two players are concentrating solely on their individual assignments. Noise or lack thereof is of no importance. Defensive backs and linebackers are keying in on the offense to get a jump on what scouting defined would be their next play. Offensive players are doing the same across the line of scrimmage.

Don’t get me wrong. Cheering is very important to create school spirit and a chance for alumni to show pride in their schools. And fan revenue is needed to keep athletic departments afloat. I get all that.

‘Eyes on the game’ is the thing. Television, likely pay-per-view, controls the future of athletics.

Celebrity Sightings at Sporting Events

1) On any given autumn Sunday in the early 1950’s, one might have seen two men in an elevator in the Waldorf Astoria Towers, one a man in a wheelchair, a second man bending to shake hands with him, the second man then proceeding to deliver a missive to a five-star General living in a nearby suite.

Every autumn Sunday back then, Vince Lombardi, an assistant football coach at West Point, had the enviable chore of driving down to New York City, hand delivering the previous day’s film of the Army game, narrating every play to a resident of the Towers, General Douglas MacArthur, formerly the Superintendent of the United States Military Academy, and later a true American military legend.

The man in the wheelchair shaking Lombardi’s hand was a second resident of the Waldorf Astoria Towers at that time, the famous Broadway musical composer, Cole Porter, whose injury while riding a horse had crushed both his legs.

2) I had just witnessed a tennis match at the Long Island Coliseum in 1973 and was leaving the arena when who should cross my path but Robert Redford. Moving to be in step with him, I told him my two daughters would love his autograph, the selfie still forty-five years into the future. He demurred, he in his $500 red three-quarter length leather coat and I, in my Minnesota varsity jacket, the contrast accentuating clearly how well each of us had done so far in our lives. He said if he stopped, he’d never get out of the building. I remember delivering to him perhaps the most self-serving comment I’ve ever uttered, “Yeah, I know how you feel!” He sped forward quickly as I exited stage right.

3) It was a cold day at Yankee Stadium in 1960 when Chuck Bednarik put a hit on New York Giant Frank Gifford, a fellow future NFL Hall Of Famer, putting him out of football for the rest of that season and the following one as well.

Chuck’s Philadelphia Eagles went on to win the NFL title, edging out Green Bay. It was after that game that Packers coach Vince Lombardi told his team in the locker room, “If you guys continue to play as hard as you did today, I promise you we will never lose another championship game.”

And they never did, winning five titles throughout the ‘60’s, including the first two Super Bowls.

Purely by chance that day, my seat in the upper deck at Yankee Stadium was next to singing star Nat ‘King’ Cole. Just before the game started, Eva Gabor, a television star at the time, was coming up the stairs to her seat a few rows behind us. I saw her recognizing Nat, but he was facing away, not seeing her. I gently nudged his arm, putting him in sight of Eva. All in all a pretty memorable day for me, except for the deafening silence following the hit on Gifford.

Football’s Swiss Army Knife

Herman Melville, in his 1851 epic novel, “Moby Dick,” spoke of a knife Captain Ahab had used in trying to catch the big whale. Hidden in the instrument were a pocket knife, a corkscrew, a pen, an awl, rulers, and a nail file.

Fast forward to 1891 and the German knife, the Offizersmesser, was manufactured in Switzerland and distributed to German troops. It contained all the features of its predecessor, adding the following: metal saw, wood saw, scissors, scraper, pliers and screwdriver.

After World War II, American soldiers referred to the instrument as the Swiss Army knife, because they tired of pronouncing the instrument by its official German name, Offiziersmesser (Officers Knife).

In its urban iteration after the war, it came to describe people who were multi-talented.

In football, it described a player who could run, pass, and kick. Paul Hornung, a Green Bay Packer running back was perhaps the prototypical triple threat who used those skills to score 176 points in one season, an NFL record for forty-six years.

In show business, I think Hugh Jackman would epitomize a triple threat with his ability to sing, dance, and act.

In a much more important field, it will be the  scientist who can create a Covid 19 vaccine, manufacture it, and distribute it tomorrow.

All of the above is by way of introducing the sharpest Swiss Army Knife in NFL history, Taysom Hill of the New Orleans Saints.

He is is arguably the most valuable player [lower case noted] on the Saints, Drew Brees and Michael Thomas notwithstanding.

He runs, passes, catches passes, blocks punts, returns kicks, blocks, makes special teams tackles, punts, converts fake punts for first downs, and plays so many positions, his work day is 13 hours long given he has to attend every meeting for every position. His 4.44 seconds forty-yard dash time is faster than that of both Alvin Kamara and Michael Thomas.

Taysom Hill is the quintessential Swiss Army Knife.

Don Shula

The great football coach of the Miami Dolphins and the Baltimore Colts, Don Shula, died this week. He won more games than any other coach in NFL history. He was not only a great coach, but a great guy.

He had a restaurant down in the Florida Keys in Islamorada. On the entire length of one wall was a huge mural of his 1973 Super Bowl winning team lined up in formation to run a play.

In the painting, the Dolphins have six men on the line of scrimmage, one less than required. Shula would never have allowed that to happen, such a disciplined coach was he.

I sent him an e-mail once informing him of such transgression. I never heard back from him. The clock has run out for him to fix it. In tribute to him, they should nudge that errant wide receiver (yes, you, Paul Warfield) one half-step up before running Don Shula’s final play.

I think Coach Shula would like that.

The Status of Sports

As has been my custom of late, I sit in my car, looking out onto beautiful Tampa Bay, azure blue water pushing white caps forward, all the while contemplating the complexities we are facing with Covid 19.

While gazing today, what should cross my view but a beautifully restored 1956 Chevy Belair, light blue, white top convertible, cruising west down Bayshore Boulevard.

I recall driving such a vehicle, compliments of a teammate who occasionally let me use it. Suffice it to say, driving down University Avenue on the Minnesota campus would quickly turn every head on the street.

The Korean War was over. Vietnam was a place somewhere in Asia. Baghdad was where duels in movies were featured.

Autumn football games were of the utmost importance all over America.

Because of the advent of television, all sports from that date forward had fans pouring into stadiums, arenas, fields, homes and bars, to watch hundreds of teams, with thousands of fans filling every seat available. And that hold on America’s viewing habits just grew more and more through the decades.

The Covid 19 Virus has changed all that, to the extent that every sport, from baseball to football, is scrambling to figure out how to play games.

It is likely, for a while, though, that many contests, when begun, will be absent fans in seats. This will give television much more of a presence in the world of sports, a void it will be most eager to fill.

Thoughts have been given to playing college basketball in empty arenas, while MLB has considered playing games in a shortened season at one location in Arizona in front of no fans.

To complete the season, NBA games might be played with no fans present in a monstrous indoor convention center in Las Vegas, all players constantly tested for the virus before every game.

The NHL, just 12 games short of having completed their regular season, is thinking of playing games in four different arenas, three or four games per day, with no fans in attendance, to finish both the regular season and the Stanley Cup playoffs by the end of June.

As for college football, coaches are preparing for the season ahead. If Covid -19 interferes, preparations are underway for the season to be pushed back until next Spring.

The NFL held its annual draft, the selectees learning of their good fortune in the comfort of their living rooms. My Minnesota Golden Gophers, coming off an 11-2 season, including an impressive victory over Auburn in the Outback Bowl, saw five of their players chosen, two of them coming down here to play for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.

And, as for the virus, one day it will be over, and we’ll hear “Play Ball,” “Drop the Puck!”, and “Gentlemen, start your engines.” And once again, we’ll see referees flipping coins to start football games for high school, college and NFL games all over the country.

Hut One, Hut Two…

The Babe, and Lou, Too!

So ready is Tom Brady to start preparing for the football season to start, he was working out in a public park down here in Tampa when a park staffer saw him and said he’d have to cease and desist in accordance with the city’s emergency order closing all parks. Gentleman that he is, the new Bucs quarterback obeyed the young lady’s audible and went home.

It was a bit of humorous relief to a community so anxious for normalcy, as are sports fans everywhere, to sports beginning anew. Brady’s appearance in a Bucs uniform gives hope for a rebirth of the home team, mired so long in mediocrity.

I can’t recall when a team had such luck as having a GOAT (greatest of all time) literally fall into its lap. Babe Ruth joining the Yankees a hundred years ago might be the best comparison, the Bambino going on to create the greatest dynasty known to sports.

And, now that Brady’s former receiver, Rob Gronkowski, a key part of those great Patriot teams, is joining him, it’s like Babe Ruth coming to Tampa and bringing Lou Gehrig with him.

Whatever it took to complete the trade, I feel it will be worth it.

Furthermore, both Brady and his nearest competitor for all time greatness, Drew Brees, will be facing each other not once, but twice, as members of the NFL South. Throw in the next Super Bowl being played here in Tampa – with an increasingly reasonable hope that the host team may be able to hoist the Lombardi Trophy-and it’s clear to see why ticket and jersey sales are off the charts.

Tom Brady has won as many Super Bowls (6) in his career as the Buccaneers have playoff wins in their entire 43 year franchise history. Think about that for a minute. For an entire generation, he represented the best of the best against some of the greatest quarterbacks in NFL history. Peyton and Farve, Rivers and Ryan, Rodgers and Wilson.

2020 Quarterback Prospects

The NFL draft is happening this week. Unlike previous selections where cheering crowds and hugging by the commissioner were the order of the day, no in-person attendance will be allowed. I always thought the show was staged for television ratings anyway, similar to the Academy Awards “and the nominees are” format.

Joe Burrow of LSU will most certainly be the first quarterback pick in the draft, and indeed the first overall pick. He can do it all. He doesn’t fit the mold of current quarterbacks like LaMar Jackson of Baltimore or Deshaun Watson of Houston, as much runners as they are passers, but his drop back passing skills are unparalleled. He will help lead whichever team picks him to be a powerful contender in short time.

The next best quarterback pick is a tough one. If you are looking for a Peyton-type pocket passer, Jake Fromm of Georgia is your selection.

If you are looking for a run/pass type, Tua Tagovailoa of Alabama or Jalen Hurts of Oklahoma is your guy. A coin flip. It’s that close.

Hut One, Hut Two….

Tennis Turmoil

At this terrible time for the world, sports have come to a standstill. Arguably, no sport has been more impacted by this stoppage than men’s professional tennis; and here’s why:

2020 was to be the banner year, when the quest for a GOAT (Greatest of All Time) was likely to be, if not decided, significantly reshaped. History was to be made, with the three contenders for GOAT status all still in the mix.

Rightly or wrongly – wrongly, I would argue, as inter-generational comparisons in tennis are inane for a number of reasons, from changes in equipment and training (all of which favor the modern player) to scheduling (few players bothered going to Australia prior to the mid-80s) – tennis greatness is determined by Grand Slam championships.

Today, Federer is at 20, Nadal at 19 and Djokovic at 17. Simple math has it that this year’s Grand Slams (the Australian, French and US Opens, plus Wimbledon) would’ve shifted that delicate balance.

Might Federer have pulled further ahead if Wimbledon, played on his preferred grass, had not been cancelled for the first time in its history for any reason other than war?

Might Djokovic, Australia 2020 already in pocket, have gone on a hard-court tear and claimed the US Open?  Wimbledon even, where he beat Federer last year in a final for the ages? He’d have then been tied with Nadal, both hot on Federer’s heels.

What about the French Open, where Nadal has won an incredible thirteen straight times? Yes, thirteen. It’s a safe bet he’d have tied Federer at 20 and been well-positioned to take the lead, finally, after sixteen years of good-natured rivalry, at Flushing Meadows in late summer, defending his title.

Factor in age – Federer is 38, with Nadal (33) and Djokovic (32) only a few years behind, all of them “old” in tennis terms and unlikely to play much longer – and it’s even more clear how so much history hung in the balance in 2020.

Well, there it’s fated to hang a while longer. Wimbledon isn’t happening this year, and the French Open’s unilateral decision to lay claim to two weeks in late September, nudging other events aside, has given rise to lawsuits galore that leave that event in doubt; and far worse, the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center in Queens is now operating as a field hospital in the fight against the pandemic.

Mind you, the would-be GOATs are not complaining. They’ve all donated generously to the global fight against the virus, all while mindful of the fact that many of their peers further down the rankings are unemployed at present (and the notion of star athletes wading in their own wealth proves false not too far down the world rankings).

Yet surely they’re wondering if their short futures in the sport they’ve played since they were toddlers, the sport they’ve redefined – unquestionably for the better – over the past decades, will be forever marked by sad asterisks here and there.

Next week, Coach’s Corner considers where other sports stand.

Football Field of Dreams

(A version of this story was published June 18, 2013)

The residents of Swedesboro, New Jersey, sent their kids to one of two high schools, Gloucester Catholic or Gloucester Public. They played each other on Thanksgiving Day and later proudly for the local football team for as many years as their legs would allow them.

In 1960, all 2,449 Swedesboro residents came down to the local field to watch a game between their beloved boys and a team from way up by New York City, the Mount Vernon Eagles.

It wasn’t Wisconsin or Illinois or Michigan State played before thousands, but it was one of the most memorable games I recall playing.

The field was mostly dirt with patches of green closer to the sidelines. The lights were brightest at mid-field, fading closer to the goal line. It was so dark near the end zones, cars nudged up to them with their lights shining.

Our team consisted of college players, along with a few former high school players, none of whom ever wanted to stop playing the sport. The home team, anxious to beat the New York guys, was the same: boys, now men, who had played in those big Thanksgiving Day games and were presently proud cops, firemen, salesmen, teachers, tradesmen and fathers.

My cousin, Jack McFeely, and I had played a year together at Fordham and he had an uncanny ability to go up in a crowd like a rebounder in basketball and more often than not come down with the ball. It was now five years later, after I graduated from Minnesota, and we had teamed up again.

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The game progressed and we exchanged scores, I recall feeling how clean the contest was being played. I was impressed by the crowd’s behavior. Even though cheering very hard for the home team, I never had the feeling they were rooting ‘against’ us.

Near the end zone, ready to score, I asked a guy standing behind the goal posts if he’d lower his beams. He immediately dimmed them for me.

I thought, like Dorothy, we were back home in Kansas.

Late in the game, it was 14-14.  Jack caught an important third-down pass for a first down. With less than a minute left, a running back from Cortland State named Artie Smith cut across the back of the end zone for a touchdown pass and the score stood up.

After any game, the obligatory handshake is just that, but I really felt that this game was played the right way, in a manner Vince Lombardi would have loved.  And so did our opponents. They told me so.

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We got on our bus for the ride home and we couldn’t stop talking about the experience. We sang songs, told jokes and laughed all the way back to New York. Something told me the other guys were back at the American Legion Post doing the same.

A hard fought victory over a tough competitor with both teams playing as fiercely and as fairly as they possibly could.

Sports Tidbits

Bronko Nagurski, a legendary University of Minnesota football player, was the only college player ever to be chosen All-American at two different positions, fullback and defensive tackle, in the same year, 1929.

Thirty years later, I had the honor of playing against him in an alumni spring game in 1958. A huge man, he had a ring size of 19 1/2 (a golf ball fit through it) and a size 8 helmet. Nagurski also made the NFL Hall of Fame after a highly successful career with the Chicago Bears.

Saying I played against him is a bit of a stretch.

The University would bring him down from International Falls, hard by the Canadian border, every year to play in the alumni game.

He had retired from both football and professional wrestling by then and owned a gas station where it is said he had great return business because after he pumped their gas, he would screw the gas cap on so tightly, he was the only person in town strong enough to loosen it to pump more gas.

In our game, Bronko lined up at nose guard and I was told to run a very slow quarterback sneak (something I excelled at) where our center and both guards would reach across the line of scrimmage and softly, very softly, touch the Bronk, ending the play. Wearing his old Golden Gopher helmet, the legend would then trot off the field to the cheering of the appreciative crowd.

Bronko had a son, Bronko, Jr., who was a very good player, heavily recruited by our head coach, Murray Warmath, to emulate his legendary father. Murray knew he lost him when Mama Nagurski announced sternly at the family kitchen table that her son would be playing at Notre Dame. Murray drove sadly back to the Twin Cities and Bronko, Jr. went on to a great career at Notre Dame and the Canadian Football League.

Tom Brady is coming to play for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Hopefully, we’ll be able to see him play if the virus has left us by then. How glad are Buc fans to see him coming?

Tom Brady has won as many Super Bowls (6) in his career as the Buccaneers have playoff wins in their entire 43 year franchise history.

Ticket requests to this season’s games have skyrocketed. Optimism has soared in hopes that the team will become competitive again, harkening back to the Tony Dungy coached teams of two decades ago.

Yes, Brady is 42, but he is the answer to thousands of fans pleas to rejuvenate the franchise. He’ll have two years in which to do it.

In Bruce Arians, he’ll have an offensive minded head coach who has tutored Peyton Manning, Ben Roethlisberger, Andrew Luck and Carson Palmer, and will now have the chance to coach the [GOAT], “greatest of all time,” Tom Brady.

Drew Brees might well challenge that coronation this season when NFC South Division rivals Tampa Bay and New Orleans meet not once, but twice.

Let the good times roll!

Feel Good Sports Movies

In this difficult time, I have taken to watching a lot of movies, most notably sports movies, to while away the time until we are free of the virus pandemic. It has been a soothing balm as I self-quarantine. Netflix has become my Net Fix.

Might I suggest starting with “Miracle,” the Disney rendition of the USA hockey team that won the 1980 Olympic hockey championship by beating the Soviets. Kurt Russell does a great job as coach Herb Brooks, a classmate during my time at Minnesota, motivating a bunch of kids to greater heights than they themselves even thought they had to beat the Russians, and give Americans a much needed win during tough times.

Burt Reynolds stars in “The Longest Yard,” a story of jailed prisoners forming a football team to play the prison guards. The warden, a mean spirited Eddie Albert, wants to prove the unworthiness of the prisoners, who he feels will cave under the relentless assault of the guards. Under their leader, Burt, the prisoners prove the equal of the guards, both mentally and physically. A personal note: NFL Hall of Famer Ray Nitschke plays for the prisoners in this film. In playing against him in college, he is the only player I ever saw who had absolutely no teeth in his head whatsoever. He was gruesome looking. This film has a great surprise ending.

All great baseball movies begin and end with “Field of Dreams,” the mystical, magical happening of a film that proves dreams really can come true. No one but Kevin Costner, James Earl Jones, and Burt Lancaster could have played their roles better than this trio of seasoned actors who light up an Iowa corn field to our everlasting delight. Have a handkerchief ready at the ending.

The Bad News Bears” chronicles the trials and tribulations of loser Walter Matthau transforming a bunch of recalcitrant kids into a little league team that truly learns the value of teamwork and sacrifice. Matthau steals the show here in playing parent, guardian, coach, disciplinarian, and motivator, while finding redemption in his own life.

The Natural” is a film of hope, desire, and perseverance, set amongst some of the greatest baseball sequences ever seen on film. Robert Redford owns this movie, rising above obstacles to finally achieve his dream, with the help of childhood sweetheart Glenn Close, in getting to the Major Leagues.

Rocky” is the story of a loser, a collector of over due gambling debts, roaming through life in search of something his present station will not grant him. Finally getting a shot at at fighting Apollo Creed, he begins anew in training, management and life style, enabling him to get to the biggest night of his life. Sylvester Stallone is magnificent as Rocky. This movie made his career.

“The Sandlot” is a film about a group of kids who welcome a new kid on the block to join their baseball team. Trouble arises when one of them hits a ball that Babe Ruth once signed over a fence that gets them into funny trouble.

Technology in Sports: The Good & The Bad

There is room in sports for increased use of technology as long as it is not overused.

Case in point: If a baseball leaves the field of play and lands in the third row of the left-field stands, must I have to learn also that it got to seat 317 in 4.8 seconds? Who cares? It got there and what impact does it have on the game being played. That’s the story line.

Another example: MLB studies have shown that umpires make mistakes on pitch calls 14% of the time. That means one in seven calls is wrong, and worse yet, the majority of those wrong calls occur late in games and favor the home team. That needs a quick solution.

An impartial video camera can look immediately at the result of a pitch to make an absolutely correct call. No umpire is needed. If stodgy MLB wants to retain its dwindling base of only older people watching games, so be it, but if they want younger generations to stay with the game, get modern. Dump the ump.

Look at the effect the camera has had in tennis with their Hawkeye system clearly and definitively showing the ball in or out on close calls. That is a very clear instance of technology showing it’s worth.

Ironic, isn’t it, that technology was ridiculously absent when the Houston Astros disdained modern techniques and instead used a baseball bat slammed against a garbage can to notify the batter as to what type of pitch was going to come at him? It won them a World Series.

In hockey, so great is the advantage of playing the puck in the opponent’s zone, I would like to tell the techies to find a way to keep a real time percentage of time as to that happening for both teams. Sometimes, in watching a game, one gets the feeling as to which team is winning that time battle but analytical data would confirm one’s suspicions.

Shots by team are shown on the television screen, but shots taken doesn’t necessarily reflect the score. Perhaps a chip buried inside the puck could track the amount of time the puck is in an opponent’s end of the ice, and then bar chart that to the television screen?

[Ed Note: My grandson tells me the NHL is introducing technology for this year’s Stanley Cup Playoffs. Thanks, Aaron!]

Here’s another good use: Aaron Rodgers is the envy of any quarterback who ever wanted to throw a touchdown. So strong and accurate is his arm and so accurate are his throws that seldom if ever does he under-throw a receiver. When wide receivers for Green Bay run deep routes, they know they must run as fast as they can. I would like techies to find a way to measure the apogee, or high point, of his throws of thirty-five yards or more. Measured against other quarterbacks, I feel sure Rodgers would be number one.

Odds and Ends Again

XFL

The XFL, in its most recent incarnation as the NFL-wannabe, has finished the first two weeks of it’s fledgling season, and if crowd size is any indication, the X in XFL may well stand for extinct, so paltry are the attendance numbers.

In Tampa, the local entrant, the Tampa Vipers, averaged 17,000, compared to the NFL Tampa Bay Bucs, not exactly a model of gridiron majesty, which sees three to four times that amount come autumn. So, who knows, maybe there is room for another flailing football franchise in Florida.

The league, filling the three-month sports void between the Super Bowl finishing and MLB starting, plus the winding down of both the NHL and the NBA, will have to do better in that small window of time to get to year two, unless former wrestling guru and current XFL owner Vince McMahon has a ton of money to waste, and he may well have.

A major difference in the two leagues: the 40 seconds the NFL gets to snap the ball has been lowered  to 25 seconds in the XFL.

With all the shifting and men in motion and quarterbacks changing plays based on defensive positioning, the  XFL will have to do in 25 seconds what the NFL barely does in 40. That’s asking a lot.

I can see receivers heading upfield yelling to their coaches on the sideline, “Hey, coach! What’s my route again?”

Or a befuddled offensive lineman seeking confirmation from a fellow leviathan, blurting out, “I block 73. Who you gonna block?”

I mean, we’re not exactly talking about high achievers on the SAT’s here, are we?

Hockey EBUGS

For the second time in two years, a third string NHL goalie was called into action when both net minders were hurt during action. Rules state that a reserve goalie must be onsite to aid either team, but not suited up until needed. They are reverently known as EBUGS. (Emergency Back Up Goalies.)

Last year it was Chicago Blackhawk reserve Scott Foster who stopped seven shots in securing a Chicago win over the Winnipeg Jets before returning to his day job as an accountant, and his nighttime avocation as a goalie for a Windy City bar team named “Johnnie’s Ice House.”

This past week saw 42 year-old David Ayres get his first NHL win in subbing for the Carolina Hurricanes in a win over the Maple Leafs, in Toronto. It was the first competition for Ayres since 2015 when he played his final game for the Norwood Vipers of the Allan Cup Hockey League, allowing 11 goals on 46 shots in a 14-4 defeat at the hands of the Stoney Creek Generals.

That outing ruined Ayres’ chance at NHL play, but undaunted, he continued to drive the Zamboni for the Maple Leafs, and acted as their reserve goalie, hoping for a call up. He finally got it, albeit for Carolina, the first EBUG in NHL history to nail a win. You rock, Dave.

Sports Odds and Ends

Houston Astros Cheating

MLB decrees that stealing signs in baseball is legal as long as it isn’t aided by the use of technology. It has been going on forever.

Runners on second base or coaches on either first or third get a view of the catcher signaling the pitcher to throw certain types of pitches by putting a different number of fingers down low over the plate.

Coded speech by a base coach, or number of steps the runner takes away from second base, alerts the batter as to what should be expected.

Houston, however, by using technology to transmit the type of pitch coming, went way outside the lines when it used a camera in the center field bleachers to transmit pictures of the catcher to a television set in their dugout, prompting a player to hit a garbage can with a bat, once for a fast ball, twice for a curve, etc., giving new meaning to the term “designated hitter.”

MLB action was swift, correctly firing the field manager and the General Manager of Houston. Field managers Alex Cora of the Red Sox and Carlos Beltran of the Mets, both former Astros in 2017, also parted ways with their respective teams.

There had been talk that Houston had been cheating in 2017 when the Astros had beaten the Yankees in the post season, four games to three, losing all three games at Yankee Stadium but winning all four games in Houston.

Pizza Hut Basketball

West Chester U. freshman Jack Lavery’s name was chosen just before halftime of a home game last week, giving him the opportunity to make four different shots within twenty-five seconds, and in doing so collect $10,000. He nailed the lay-up, netted the free throw, hit the jumper, the clock ticking down all the while with the crowd screaming, but missed the half court shot.

The public address announcer, unaware of the rules, yelled to him to retrieve the ball, a scant four seconds still remaining. Jack raced, got and launched the ball on its way to the basket from half-court, just beating the buzzer and getting nuthin’ but net! But wait…..there’s more. Rules called for only four shots, no more. It had taken Jack five shots. Close but no cigar!

Next day, up steps Pizza Hut stating not only are they going to give Jack the $10,000, but sweetening the pot even more by giving him free pizzas for a year. If I know my college kids, it’s likely to cost Pizza Hut twice the $10,000 by the time the year is up.

Baseball Rule Changes

MLB is mulling the adding of more teams to the post-season playoffs in 2022. The last thing baseball needs is more games. What they desperately need are faster games. Here are some suggestions under consideration.

1) Relief pitchers must face at least three batters.

2) In extra inning games, first batter up every half-inning starts at second base.

3) The batter must always have one foot in the batter’s box.

4 ) Eliminate the four-pitch intentional walk. Signal the batter to first.

Football is Over…Hockey is Here

Might I suggest, now that football is in hiatus, baseball months away, and basketball March Madness six weeks down the road, to those still yearning for sports excitement, consider NHL hockey.

Hockey combines speed, fluid movement, selflessness, team effort, and durability unlike any other professional sport.

In addition, it eschews the one thing I abhor about pro football…the glorification of a score, a catch, a tackle, immediately leading to a group selfie before the next play.

To those already hooked on hockey, I’ll be preaching to the choir. To others not so inclined, please hear me out.

Unlike baseball, where fans at games are often seen napping in late innings, hockey is light speed ahead of that summer salute to somnolence, with three twenty-minute periods, no timeouts, far fewer commercials, and movements on the ice that could be accurately compared to choreography. Just watch players Stamkos and Kucherov on a two-on-one breakaway.

NBA basketball has the greatest athletes playing professional sports but, truth be known, most games can be viewed by watching just the fourth quarter alone, so similar is the play of either team participating. That is both the charm and the curse of the NBA.

Every goal in hockey is super important, rare as they are. Players on offense and defense together form a scrum in front of goalies protecting their nets, creating a modern day Maginot Line similar to heroic World War I days.

Hockey players skate at breakneck speed not only during play but in getting on and off the ice after every three minutes of continual action. In comparison, studies show that in a typical NFL game, only eleven minutes of a three- hour game involve actual action. Soccer is even more tedious.

When a score is made in hockey, the entire team gathers quickly for a group hug and then hurriedly skates back to its bench, the scorer leading his line of teammates who fist bump with subs on the bench. The red light, having denoted said score, has already lifted all the home town fans flying up towards the rafters in jubilation.

Compare that to one or two players greeting the hitter of a home run in baseball, languidly waiting at home plate to limply shake his hand.

Unlike other sports, the puck in hockey dictates where every player should be on the ice.

Not so in other sports. In baseball, only a few of the players respond to a struck ball, and in most cases, nobody moves at all because the pitch is called a strike or a ball a majority of the time.

In hockey, there is no such down time, the players always skating at top speed, half of them doing it backwards. And in what other sport do spectators participate in the action by throwing their hats onto the ice in celebration of a player’s third goal in a game?

Even Babe Ruth, after hitting his third homer in a game, would only get an obligatory handshake from Lou Gehrig.

Drop that Puck!

Super Duper Super Bowl

There are three elements to any Super Bowl game. They are the game, the half-time show, and the commercials.

Grading all three elements of this latest NFL tribute to itself, I’d give the commercials a D-, the half time show a B+, and the game an A+.

Super quarterback Patrick Mahomes, as in other games this playoff run, turned a double digit deficit into a double digit win with his ability to get his Kansas City Chiefs to respond to his late game leadership.

Down 20-10 with six minutes remaining, he led his team to 21 consecutive points for the win, becoming the second youngest quarterback, at 24, to win a Super Bowl; Ben Roethelsberger was 23 when he won his first.

The first three quarters of the game had been plain vanilla, the first half ending in a 10-10 tie, the first time in 54 Super Bowls that has happened. The San Francisco 49ers, behind quarterback Jimmy Garoppolo, moved ahead, 20-10, as the fourth period began-magic time for the talented Mr. Mahomes, which he responded to spectacularly for the win.

Every year since 1984 when Apple introduced their Macintosh computer by heaving a sledgehammer into a television screen before a raptured audience of robotic sycophants, commercials introducing new products have become a big part of the afternoon, bringing the price of such a 30-second pitch to $5,600,000. Some have been very humorous, some very informative, and others have bombed. Nearly all of this year’s fell into the latter category. An exception was Jack Ryan trying to explain to fellow Bostonians how his new car could ‘pock’ itself.

The kids, flag football boys and girls, running into the stadium to present the game ball to the referee, was both cute and inspiring.

I have never been an advocate of half-time shows at Super Bowls, from when college bands performed, through musical rap numbers I never understood, to spectacular special effects, moving people though the air like Mary Poppins wannabes.

But Jennifer Lopez is a different story. Older by two decades than any player on the field, and probably in better condition than all of them as well, she might just have gotten under that late game pass Garoppolo overthrew to a wide open receiver!

Born the last year the Chiefs had won a Super Bowl, the fifty-year-old Ms. Lopez led a cadre of male dancers through a 12 minute routine that had me exhausted while sitting in my lazy boy at home. She is a magnificent entertainer and her inclusion of her young daughter in her act was fantastic showmanship.

Tom Brady showed up in a Hulu commercial saying he wasn’t going anywhere. Spare me the drama!

It is clear, though, that a changing of the quarterback guard…..Mahomes, Baltimore’s LaMar Jackson, and Houston’s DeShaun Watson….will soon be replacing Brady, Rodgers, and Rivers, et. al., and become the elite signal callers of the NFL.

Hut One, Hut Two…

Grappling Garoppolo

This Sunday will mark the end of the NFL football season. The NFL will showcase its Super Bowl between the Kansas City Chiefs and the San Francisco 49ers.

Commencing the following week will be the XFL, a fledgling organization run by wrestling guru Vince McMahon, going up against the behemoth that is the 100 year old NFL. Like so many failed leagues before it, it may find the road to success bumpy and long.

Eschewing safety by encouraging kick returns, the XFL rules dictate that on kickoffs, the kicking team cannot run downfield until the returner has caught the ball. This, in the era of grievous head injuries, will result in more concussions as players will collide at much greater speed.

The local entry in the new league will be the Tampa Vipers. Let’s hope by season’s end they won’t be known as the Vindshield Vipers.

Patrick Mahomes of KC will go up against Jimmy  Garoppolo of San Fran. That’s a toss up but the West Coast running game is the superior of the two. I think I will pass on the half time extravaganza, leaving that to the millennials who the XFL will be counting on heavily to get them through their initial season.

Eli Manning, the Giants sixteen-season quarterback, retired last week, and in his usual Huck Finn manner, went out a winner. He will be a New York legend forever, given his two Super Bowl wins over the Patriots and his team-first attitude. The arc of Manning elite quarterbacking, begun with Archie in the 1970s at the University of Mississippi and later the Saints, and exhibited by his sons, Peyton and Eli, in college and the NFL, continues yet with grandson Arch, a freshman in high school, already being courted by college coaches.

Condolences to the families of Kobe Bryant and others killed in the horrible helicopter accident of this past Sunday morning. Our thoughts and prayers go out to their families. It was a terrible mournful loss of nine lives.

One wonders how Derek Jeter was not a unanimous pick for the Hall of Fame, missing by just one vote. Baseball writers, those who vote for Hall of Fame inclusion, can be notoriously mean-spirited at times, recalling perhaps a single snub by a star. Jeter, to his credit, said he didn’t care to know who the single dissenter was….he was simply grateful to all those who did vote for him. Jeter, another class act.

It was interesting to watch Rafael Nadal beat Nick Kyrgios in the Australian Open. It sets up a great semi-final and final schedule this weekend with the three reigning stars, Federer, Djokovic, and Nadal, to determine number one in the world. A very interesting sidebar to the Nadal match was his accidentally hitting a ball girl on the side of her head with a wicked return. His immediate concern with her well being showed why he is so well respected in the game of tennis.

An American Football Hero

Reading the New York Times the other day, in yet another tribute to the 100th birthday of the NFL, I saw the picture below.

The photo shows the New York Giants in 1949 viewing film of a game between the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Giants.

Today, those players would be watching that replay on their sideline tablets, reviewing every movement with commentary from a position coach.

The two players on the screen are # 81, Elbie Nickel of the Pittsburgh Steelers, the only NFL player whose last name was United States currency, and the man defending him, Emlen Tunnell, # 45.

Two years earlier, Jackie Robinson had broken the color barrier in American sports by playing for the Brooklyn Dodgers, opening the door for all black athletes who would follow.

Tunnell, the first African-American to play for the Giants, can be clearly seen amongst his teammates watching the film.

Three years later when future legendary coach Tom Landry became an assistant coach with the Giants, he made Tunnell the linchpin of the defensive backfield, introducing the “Umbrella Defense” to the NFL and making him team captain.

“Emlen’s Gremlins,” the defensive backfield as it was famously named, enjoyed NFL championship seasons in the 1950s. Today, all successful teams start with a cadre of those speedy, stealthy, and serpentine defensive backs to form their team’s backbone.

When Vince Lombardi started the Green Bay Packers on their great run in the 1960s, he brought Tunnell on board, first as a player, then as a coach, winning five more NFL titles during that decade.

Tunnell had served in WWII in the Coast Guard, once rescuing two crew members from certain death after their Coast Guard cargo ship had been torpedoed in the South Pacific, for which, in 2011, he was posthumously awarded the Silver Lifesaving Medal.

After the war, he came back to finish college at Iowa. With two bucks in his pocket, he hitch-hiked his way from his home in Philadelphia to New York, asking for a tryout with the Giants. He got the job. He would go on to intercept 79 passes, a career record that stood throughout a generation of players who followed.

When Emlen became the first black player to enter the NFL Hall of Fame, the first person he thanked was that West Indian truck driver, delivering a load of bananas, who gave him that lift to New York for his tryout.

For his courage under fire, the USCG named its forty-fifth ‘Sentinel Class Cutter’ the “Emlen Tunnell” in dual tribute to the man and his football number.

Emlen Tunnell was a true pioneer in NFL football, an honored veteran of combat service, and a great American hero.

By copy of this Coach’s Corner, I am suggesting Giants management, in a homage to the concept of team play Tunnell exemplified so well, include after his name, presently on the ‘Ring of Honor’ at Giants Stadium, “Emlen’s Gremlins.”

And why not finally retire his number?

If the United States Coast Guard thought highly enough of him to launch a vessel bearing his name, you’d think the least the Giants could do is retire his # 45.