Pittsburgh people are fantastic and those who religiously follow their three major sports teams, especially the Steelers, definitely deserve the term "Fanatics" when describing them.
Yeah, yesterday, like most who are confined to watching them on TV, I threw up a couple of real invectives myself. Then I went to the mens room and was tempted to throw up again.
But, I got over it. Some fans apparently did not.
When the game was on though it was an entirely different "poor barry" who was quite vocal as we sat across from our own personal screen down at Geckos.
One critique that slipped out was of a religious nature - when used appropriately- and I'm not real proud of my lack of restraint. Needless-to-say, it was not "Hail Mary."
I was as shocked as most Steeler fans yesterday and also could hardly believe my eyes at the ineptitude of our (note the possessive) running backs. I also was disappointed with the the backup quarterback, Charlie Batch - a good man - a solid teacher - and a valued community leader in Pittsburgh.
Yesterday was definitely a better day for Charlie to be off conducting positive community service in Homestead.
But, I got to be honest. I'm also the same guy who in pre-season was concerned they might let him go and retain as their backup that other guy who has the same fragility as Grandma's china - which is conspicuously absent from the kids table at Thanksgiving.
Yeah, I agree with those fans who suggest Tomlin shares some of the blame. But, as one pundit commented recently: "If Pgh decided to make him their scapegoat, and fire him, the sidewalk to his home would have more suitors than there were paparazzi outside the Tampa residence of Jill Kelley this past month."
You see, we love our Steelers when they are winning and because of this, the Steelers seem to sell out Heinz Field year after year. In addition, Pittsburgh fans regularly help the economy of our oppositions home towns by dint of the efforts of our "Steeler nation" who definitely travel well.
Unlike our expectations for the Pirates, (particularly in the second half of the season) many Steeler fans are baffled when our "immortals" lose.
Simply put, because of their winning records in the recent past; some of us have become spoiled fanatics.
The best example I can give is the current criticism aimed at 75 year old Defensive Coordinator Dick LeBeau. This is a guy who is considered to be one of the best Defensive Coordinators of all times and who usually keeps the Steelers defense huddling around the best five teams each year.
While playing cornerback for the Detroit Lions, after being cut by the Browns -LeBeau went on to Hall Of Fame recognition in 2010 partially based on his 62 interceptions, which I believe was or is 7th all time in the NFL.
Unfortunately, Ike Taylor, our current cornerback, is not a blood relative. Thus, Ike did not inherit the interception gene. However, he is charged with the assignment of taking on the best receiver for the opposition every week. You might say in baseball parlance he's a " good hit - bad field" kind of guy.
The 'Stiller' defense and LeBeau are the same guys who kept the 57 and 49 point scoring Ravens from scoring a touchdown in our most recent loss against them.
Unfortunately, all that is forgotten when you blindly strike out at anyone and everyone when you're disappointed that you didn't get your way.
I get the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette on-line and like a moth to the flame read the comments filed by the many would be sports writer/coach fans after a loss or two by the Steelers.
It's hard to tell age by the pictures published in the paper - as some of those photos may be 15 years old or more - like that of yours truly. But it is clear, perhaps by the immaturity displayed in their thought process, that many are young and are having difficulty in dealing with any disappointment - sports or otherwise .
Just a supposition, but it could simply be based on their parents need to still protect them from any trauma of any nature. ("Why, of course you can come back home to live with us Kevin, and don't forget your playbox or whatever you call it and don't you worry one second about not being able to help out with any of the bills, honey."
Maybe, it's just because LeBeau and I are the same age that I worry more about how Kevin is going to turn out than I do about this years version of the Steelers.
But, I still miss "The Burgh."
Monday, November 26, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
A "WYOMING" SMORGASBOARD
When you lack the skills displayed by the many more sophisticated and erudite nationally published political bloggers, it's important to find your topics where you may.
I admit that my political expertise is a little shaky and I'm glad the elections are over.
Sometimes - you just try to make lemonade (or my wife's delicious lemon squares) out of lemons. I enjoy the opportunity to just be silly and laugh at some of the non-election related stories that have occupied my time lately.
Let's take on some developments from around the country and start with that which happened recently in the alleged "State" of Wyoming.
It is my belief that years ago the surrounding States - Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Idaho, Colorado, could not reach agreement on the ownership of the unnamed land mass that kept them apart.
In desperation, they decided to give the territory a name just so it didn't look stupid sitting out there all by itself. The one they chose was "Wyoming" - which I learned in the Comanche language means "irrelevant."
I continue to contend that if you are hoping to spot "The State of Wyoming" when travelling cross-country - your odds of being successful are about as good as an Astronaut locating Heaven during one of their missions.
When was the last time you heard somebody talking about "The Great State Of Wyoming"?
Anyway, the newspapers decided to go along with this farce. Apparently it's become a great source of wildlife stories. Take the recent authentic press releases about "Wyoming" which I saw recently in the USA Today.
Here's the first one:
Jackson:."Six grizzly bear deaths are being investigated as human-caused."
That would be, of course, as opposed to those deaths resulting from "troubled and misunderstood bears" who resorted to hemlock in order to reach their happy hunting ground.
Another "Wyoming" story:
"A fisherman from Douglas broke the state record for biggest gizzard shad. Jeff **** caught the fish while jigging with an artificial lure."
That's impressive. One would suspect with all that jumping around in the boat you were bound to scare off the gizzards.
Not being a fisherman I assume an "artifical lure" is something like a blown up doll?
"Hey - - you go Jeff!"
Finally,
"The Bureau of land Management is rounding up hundreds of wild horses in Fremont County to inject the mares with birth control shots."
Don't know about you but I'm guessing the previous birth control strategy failed after the IUD's kept falling out when the mares attempted to evade those uncouth horny stallions.
Hey, we all have our troubles. One of mine is dealing with an aging body.
It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker.
P.S.: to Tom & Carol: I'll bet it cost you a fortune to have that phony "Wyoming" postcard printed up.)
I admit that my political expertise is a little shaky and I'm glad the elections are over.
Sometimes - you just try to make lemonade (or my wife's delicious lemon squares) out of lemons. I enjoy the opportunity to just be silly and laugh at some of the non-election related stories that have occupied my time lately.
Let's take on some developments from around the country and start with that which happened recently in the alleged "State" of Wyoming.
It is my belief that years ago the surrounding States - Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Idaho, Colorado, could not reach agreement on the ownership of the unnamed land mass that kept them apart.
In desperation, they decided to give the territory a name just so it didn't look stupid sitting out there all by itself. The one they chose was "Wyoming" - which I learned in the Comanche language means "irrelevant."
I continue to contend that if you are hoping to spot "The State of Wyoming" when travelling cross-country - your odds of being successful are about as good as an Astronaut locating Heaven during one of their missions.
When was the last time you heard somebody talking about "The Great State Of Wyoming"?
Anyway, the newspapers decided to go along with this farce. Apparently it's become a great source of wildlife stories. Take the recent authentic press releases about "Wyoming" which I saw recently in the USA Today.
Here's the first one:
Jackson:."Six grizzly bear deaths are being investigated as human-caused."
That would be, of course, as opposed to those deaths resulting from "troubled and misunderstood bears" who resorted to hemlock in order to reach their happy hunting ground.
Another "Wyoming" story:
"A fisherman from Douglas broke the state record for biggest gizzard shad. Jeff **** caught the fish while jigging with an artificial lure."
That's impressive. One would suspect with all that jumping around in the boat you were bound to scare off the gizzards.
Not being a fisherman I assume an "artifical lure" is something like a blown up doll?
"Hey - - you go Jeff!"
Finally,
"The Bureau of land Management is rounding up hundreds of wild horses in Fremont County to inject the mares with birth control shots."
Don't know about you but I'm guessing the previous birth control strategy failed after the IUD's kept falling out when the mares attempted to evade those uncouth horny stallions.
Hey, we all have our troubles. One of mine is dealing with an aging body.
It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker.
P.S.: to Tom & Carol: I'll bet it cost you a fortune to have that phony "Wyoming" postcard printed up.)
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
LOGIC 101
THE SENILITY PRAYER
Grant me the senility to forget the people -
I never liked anyway,
The good fortune to run into the ones I do,
And the eyesight to tell the difference.
Human behavior never ceases to amaze and/or amuse me.
While reading the alleged logic of Hamas, as quoted in the media, I am becoming acquainted with the depth of our cultural differences.
Here is an example:
Richard Falk is with the United Nations as a special rapporteur on human rights in the Palestinian territories. Recently he wrote a column in defense of Hamas's position on the current debacle - for which I understand a cease fire agreement -or some semblance of same - was recently reached by the two warring parties.
Per Falk:
"President Obama tells the world that any country has the right to defend itself -. AND Israel can do what it wants heedless of law and morality."
(Apparently I missed that last part of the press release on Obama's position starting with the word AND)
Falk goes on to say, "If the context is taken into account (and it clearly was NOT - at least - based on his interpretation) the Israeli approach does not appear defensive or justified."
Falk then defends his argument by making three points:
"First, a truce that Hamas had signed onto had just been initiated, with indications of it's willingness to end cross-border violence altogether."
(Aha! So the morter shelling was meant only to bring attention to their compassionate amelioratory position.)
"Secondly, as this fragile truce was going into effect, Israel assassinated a high-level Hamas leader, which predictably lead to retaliation."
(ed.) A little help for the readers here.
We all know that there are some written languages that must be read right to left in order for us to understand the true meaning of what was written.
That knowledge hopefully will clarify what Falk is writing. Clearly, the ability to read backward is a required reading tool as we assess his faulty syllogisms - and lack of compliance with the basic rules of Logic 101.
Without this knowledge we would have to assume that Falk is claiming the "assassination" of the high level Hamas leader preceded the mortar attacks.
For any old-timers out there this may remind you of the classic Bob Newhart comedy routine where he poses as the PR campaign man for Abe Lincoln, and apparently felt it necessary to remind the prospective President that he needed to reorganize his biographical references. Bob's advice was something like this:
"You see Abe , when talking to the people you need to explain that 'first" you were a log splitter and 'then' you became an attorney - because the way you've been telling it doesn't really make any sense and we're getting a lot of bad press.
Back to Mr. Falk and his third point:
"Thirdly, he says, even defensive force must be proportionate, related to specific battlefield goals, and not imposing terror on the 1.7 million essentially locked within the confines of Gaza, lacking even a refugee option."
(Apparently, there is still one more treaty coming out of the Geneva Conventions with which we have no familiarity).
But, then again, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's
not as sharp as it used to be.
Have a Great Thanksgiving.
Grant me the senility to forget the people -
I never liked anyway,
The good fortune to run into the ones I do,
And the eyesight to tell the difference.
Human behavior never ceases to amaze and/or amuse me.
While reading the alleged logic of Hamas, as quoted in the media, I am becoming acquainted with the depth of our cultural differences.
Here is an example:
Richard Falk is with the United Nations as a special rapporteur on human rights in the Palestinian territories. Recently he wrote a column in defense of Hamas's position on the current debacle - for which I understand a cease fire agreement -or some semblance of same - was recently reached by the two warring parties.
Per Falk:
"President Obama tells the world that any country has the right to defend itself -. AND Israel can do what it wants heedless of law and morality."
(Apparently I missed that last part of the press release on Obama's position starting with the word AND)
Falk goes on to say, "If the context is taken into account (and it clearly was NOT - at least - based on his interpretation) the Israeli approach does not appear defensive or justified."
Falk then defends his argument by making three points:
"First, a truce that Hamas had signed onto had just been initiated, with indications of it's willingness to end cross-border violence altogether."
(Aha! So the morter shelling was meant only to bring attention to their compassionate amelioratory position.)
"Secondly, as this fragile truce was going into effect, Israel assassinated a high-level Hamas leader, which predictably lead to retaliation."
(ed.) A little help for the readers here.
We all know that there are some written languages that must be read right to left in order for us to understand the true meaning of what was written.
That knowledge hopefully will clarify what Falk is writing. Clearly, the ability to read backward is a required reading tool as we assess his faulty syllogisms - and lack of compliance with the basic rules of Logic 101.
Without this knowledge we would have to assume that Falk is claiming the "assassination" of the high level Hamas leader preceded the mortar attacks.
For any old-timers out there this may remind you of the classic Bob Newhart comedy routine where he poses as the PR campaign man for Abe Lincoln, and apparently felt it necessary to remind the prospective President that he needed to reorganize his biographical references. Bob's advice was something like this:
"You see Abe , when talking to the people you need to explain that 'first" you were a log splitter and 'then' you became an attorney - because the way you've been telling it doesn't really make any sense and we're getting a lot of bad press.
Back to Mr. Falk and his third point:
"Thirdly, he says, even defensive force must be proportionate, related to specific battlefield goals, and not imposing terror on the 1.7 million essentially locked within the confines of Gaza, lacking even a refugee option."
(Apparently, there is still one more treaty coming out of the Geneva Conventions with which we have no familiarity).
But, then again, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's
not as sharp as it used to be.
Have a Great Thanksgiving.
Friday, November 9, 2012
ANALYSIS BY PARALYSIS
The past couple days are what I like to refer to as "Analysis by Paralysis.".
You know. Everybody kind of adjusting their briefs or bra straps to explain what happened in our most recent election.
It's political spin days for a large group of people who - without hesitation - incorrectly predicted which party was going to win the election and who, now are flabbergasted since they are not used to hearing they were wrong.
But, not to fear:
These are the people who, in a "now you see it - now you don't" response maneuver may even opt via bold faced lies - seek to explain to everyone they really knew what "the real scoop" was on the election but, just didn't want to dampen the spirit of their pre-election Republican counterparts.
It's a regrouping period that I liken to Black Friday after Thanksgiving. This always seemed to me to be a time when you're better off just staying home - keeping your mouth closed - while still trying to digest that sumptuous dinner you gorged on the previous day.
Unfortunately, there are lot of folks who couldn't keep their mouth shut even if attempting to play dead for a guy standing over them with a 12 guage shotgun.
Yep, today some of these folks are not only still attempting to explain what happened by "putting it in it's best light" - but, are employing what appears to be a great rendition of "the green apple quickstep" just before they back out the door.
To me it's like a drunk who just walked out of their own private confessional booth - having performed zero penance - and is now headed straight to a bar.
They may be your friends - associates - perhaps, other members of your losing political party - but also, - in my case - some "extremist Republican relatives."
Since Tuesday night I have received their e-mails declaring:
- It's the fault of the Press.
- It's a sure sign that "we as a country are unwilling to help ourselves."
- That, we are no longer "Americans"- we are Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, welfare and entitlement recipients, Unions, and an unlimited number of other special interest groups intent on protecting their own interests at the expense
of the common good and the best interests of the country in the long term.
The e-mail also speaks of Obama promoting class warfare - - - - blaming others for his failures - - - - and that any rational person would have to concede Obama is clearly not qualified to lead and manage our nation of over 300 million people, let alone be hired as a McDonalds manager, based on his limited experience and qualifications.
In other words, it's one of the first responses one experiences following a perceived crisis - Denial.
These people have obviously never participated in my life experience of being on the losing side way more times than I care to reveal until I can find some unsuspecting soul to publish my book.
As I've aged, I've developed a simple philosophy, whether it be sports or life: "shut up and take your medicine." - (unless it really wasn't anything important and you just want to bitch a little, of course.)
Obama is our President for four more years. My opinion is - even if you're a diehard Republican - accept it and move on down the road.
There's always a possibility that after 4 years of having dealt with some of the biggest challenges a newly elected President could encounter, he may have improved in the areas of "limited experience and qualifications."
But, not all registered Republicans seem to feel the same way.
Some time ago I recall reading or hearing a press release suggesting Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell played basketball at the University of Kentucky.
Some might suspect that might have been difficult - since his undergraduate school was Louisville - and it was not until later he obtained his law degree at Kentucky.
However, if true, it may explain how being hit too frequently in the head by the elbows that are attached to your opponents body can effect what ultimately comes out of your mouth as you age.
In Mitch's case his previously announced unfettered goal of "keeping Obama from a second term" may have been outdone by his response the other day to the election results:
"The voters have not endorsed the failures or excesses of the president's first term. They have simply given him more time to finish the job."
You got to feel sorry for this poor lad.
If he had just been born in a different century he'd have been a helluva guy to have around just to explain why Custer's loss at Little Big Horn was merely a bump in the road for the General.
More in a future blog on the election hangover for the GOP, including the truly hilarious response from the spokesman for Republican super Pac - American Crossroads.
Analysis by paralysis? It's contagious.
Heck, now I'm even doing it.
You know. Everybody kind of adjusting their briefs or bra straps to explain what happened in our most recent election.
It's political spin days for a large group of people who - without hesitation - incorrectly predicted which party was going to win the election and who, now are flabbergasted since they are not used to hearing they were wrong.
But, not to fear:
These are the people who, in a "now you see it - now you don't" response maneuver may even opt via bold faced lies - seek to explain to everyone they really knew what "the real scoop" was on the election but, just didn't want to dampen the spirit of their pre-election Republican counterparts.
It's a regrouping period that I liken to Black Friday after Thanksgiving. This always seemed to me to be a time when you're better off just staying home - keeping your mouth closed - while still trying to digest that sumptuous dinner you gorged on the previous day.
Unfortunately, there are lot of folks who couldn't keep their mouth shut even if attempting to play dead for a guy standing over them with a 12 guage shotgun.
Yep, today some of these folks are not only still attempting to explain what happened by "putting it in it's best light" - but, are employing what appears to be a great rendition of "the green apple quickstep" just before they back out the door.
To me it's like a drunk who just walked out of their own private confessional booth - having performed zero penance - and is now headed straight to a bar.
They may be your friends - associates - perhaps, other members of your losing political party - but also, - in my case - some "extremist Republican relatives."
Since Tuesday night I have received their e-mails declaring:
- It's the fault of the Press.
- It's a sure sign that "we as a country are unwilling to help ourselves."
- That, we are no longer "Americans"- we are Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, welfare and entitlement recipients, Unions, and an unlimited number of other special interest groups intent on protecting their own interests at the expense
of the common good and the best interests of the country in the long term.
The e-mail also speaks of Obama promoting class warfare - - - - blaming others for his failures - - - - and that any rational person would have to concede Obama is clearly not qualified to lead and manage our nation of over 300 million people, let alone be hired as a McDonalds manager, based on his limited experience and qualifications.
In other words, it's one of the first responses one experiences following a perceived crisis - Denial.
These people have obviously never participated in my life experience of being on the losing side way more times than I care to reveal until I can find some unsuspecting soul to publish my book.
As I've aged, I've developed a simple philosophy, whether it be sports or life: "shut up and take your medicine." - (unless it really wasn't anything important and you just want to bitch a little, of course.)
Obama is our President for four more years. My opinion is - even if you're a diehard Republican - accept it and move on down the road.
There's always a possibility that after 4 years of having dealt with some of the biggest challenges a newly elected President could encounter, he may have improved in the areas of "limited experience and qualifications."
But, not all registered Republicans seem to feel the same way.
Some time ago I recall reading or hearing a press release suggesting Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell played basketball at the University of Kentucky.
Some might suspect that might have been difficult - since his undergraduate school was Louisville - and it was not until later he obtained his law degree at Kentucky.
However, if true, it may explain how being hit too frequently in the head by the elbows that are attached to your opponents body can effect what ultimately comes out of your mouth as you age.
In Mitch's case his previously announced unfettered goal of "keeping Obama from a second term" may have been outdone by his response the other day to the election results:
"The voters have not endorsed the failures or excesses of the president's first term. They have simply given him more time to finish the job."
You got to feel sorry for this poor lad.
If he had just been born in a different century he'd have been a helluva guy to have around just to explain why Custer's loss at Little Big Horn was merely a bump in the road for the General.
More in a future blog on the election hangover for the GOP, including the truly hilarious response from the spokesman for Republican super Pac - American Crossroads.
Analysis by paralysis? It's contagious.
Heck, now I'm even doing it.
Monday, November 5, 2012
DA STEELERS & KEEPING THE FAITH
Just a few thoughts after reviving some invectives my wife claims she had never heard me utter during a Steeleers game.
I also dare to cover one topic here - poor officiating - only because I do not believe even the long arm of Commissioner Goodell can reach me in Florida resulting in a subsequent a $50,000 fine - his usual rebuttal to criticism.
Not only was it a great game, but we were able to watch it in the comfort of our home, in front of our big screen TV. No squinting at the small screens in a Dish connected restaurant/bar with people constantly bumping into you and the volume turned up over your head for some other teams game.
Phyl & I are getting older (not old) and enjoy our creature comforts.We concluded we enjoyed the game mostly for the teamwork displayed by the Steelers not just the privacy.
Now, before someone pops up and says, "Hello! Aren't all football games based on teamwork?" let me try to clarify.
The offensive front line is finally starting to jell. Taking nothing away from both Dwyer and Redman - the runners are getting the holes that were so desperately missing in the first few games. But, of course, it wouldn't make any difference if there were no running backs playing their hearts out to make the extra effort and go above and beyond.
For us, it was the best Steeler game we've watched this year.
Here they are in the recently devastated city of New York - playing a very good team - and again they managed to take with them about 1/4th of the fans in attendance - The Steeler Nation. That can't hurt your team's performance.
Sports is no longer just two teams playing their heart out. The media and the officiating crew do much to control how we see the game play out. That's true whether they seemingly favor their team or yours.
Tha conclusion was abundantly clear to me in the choice of replays CBS made in the directors booth yesterday.
You've got a little runner guy lying on the field unable to get up - and no call made - and you choose not to show the play - over and over - as you do so many others - thus denying the nation of an opportunity to ask, "Why when those two big guys seemed to make helmet to helmet hits on the little guy lying on the ground - did they choose not to call it - or run it on replay?"
Refusing to repeat any showing of that brutal hit - particulary when the NFL Commissioner or one of his sycophants may arguably still have been in attendance - demonstrates TV's desperate influence on the games we watch as
they attempt to influence viewer opinion via sublimation.
In this case, that would be particularly obvious because the network is usually desperately trying to fill time as the severity of the injury is being asessed, an action which takes up several moments of airtime.
However, CBS decided to give us a replacement bon mot - scenes of players for both teams praying about the CBS forgotten injury.
The Rothlisberger fumble call - which the CBS announcer first strongly disagreed with - was later retracted by him after several replays as he apologized on the air to the official on the field (who couldn't hear him) for his previous trangressions in the booth.
For added emphasis - his great reverse move was the first audible to be heard when CBS came back on the air - as he again cleared the officials of any wrong doing.
This conflicted greatly with the conclusion of former head of officials Mike Pererra that it truly was a "bad call". Of course, as I recall, Mike does his "recalls" for FOX - a competing NFL nework source.
CBS may be #1 - but, not yesterday.
The clip on Heath Miller during the "fumble" runback?
Hey, just another oversight by the officials - not a big deal - sort of a "might as well be caught for stealing a sheep instead of a lamb" moment.
This "oversight" only exacerbated the Steeler fans accurate perception that yesterday, "The Force was definitly not with them".
One final note. If the overly compassionate calls by the Refs acknowledging New Yorkers pain had occurred in a Steelers home game after a similar disaster there - how many of us would have spoken up in criticism?
I hope and pray we never find out.
Don't know how much more professional sports disappointment my friend Harry can handle, but I totally agree with his undying support of his home teams. They've given him a lot of pleasure through the years.
NYC is a great town. Their players after-game disappointment that they couldn't complete their appointed mission to lift the spirit of all New York sports fans via a victory, clearly confirms this.
Hey guys, there's always the Super Bowl.
You go Giants. You go Steelers. But, could we get different officials?
I also dare to cover one topic here - poor officiating - only because I do not believe even the long arm of Commissioner Goodell can reach me in Florida resulting in a subsequent a $50,000 fine - his usual rebuttal to criticism.
Not only was it a great game, but we were able to watch it in the comfort of our home, in front of our big screen TV. No squinting at the small screens in a Dish connected restaurant/bar with people constantly bumping into you and the volume turned up over your head for some other teams game.
Phyl & I are getting older (not old) and enjoy our creature comforts.We concluded we enjoyed the game mostly for the teamwork displayed by the Steelers not just the privacy.
Now, before someone pops up and says, "Hello! Aren't all football games based on teamwork?" let me try to clarify.
The offensive front line is finally starting to jell. Taking nothing away from both Dwyer and Redman - the runners are getting the holes that were so desperately missing in the first few games. But, of course, it wouldn't make any difference if there were no running backs playing their hearts out to make the extra effort and go above and beyond.
For us, it was the best Steeler game we've watched this year.
Here they are in the recently devastated city of New York - playing a very good team - and again they managed to take with them about 1/4th of the fans in attendance - The Steeler Nation. That can't hurt your team's performance.
Sports is no longer just two teams playing their heart out. The media and the officiating crew do much to control how we see the game play out. That's true whether they seemingly favor their team or yours.
Tha conclusion was abundantly clear to me in the choice of replays CBS made in the directors booth yesterday.
You've got a little runner guy lying on the field unable to get up - and no call made - and you choose not to show the play - over and over - as you do so many others - thus denying the nation of an opportunity to ask, "Why when those two big guys seemed to make helmet to helmet hits on the little guy lying on the ground - did they choose not to call it - or run it on replay?"
Refusing to repeat any showing of that brutal hit - particulary when the NFL Commissioner or one of his sycophants may arguably still have been in attendance - demonstrates TV's desperate influence on the games we watch as
they attempt to influence viewer opinion via sublimation.
In this case, that would be particularly obvious because the network is usually desperately trying to fill time as the severity of the injury is being asessed, an action which takes up several moments of airtime.
However, CBS decided to give us a replacement bon mot - scenes of players for both teams praying about the CBS forgotten injury.
The Rothlisberger fumble call - which the CBS announcer first strongly disagreed with - was later retracted by him after several replays as he apologized on the air to the official on the field (who couldn't hear him) for his previous trangressions in the booth.
For added emphasis - his great reverse move was the first audible to be heard when CBS came back on the air - as he again cleared the officials of any wrong doing.
This conflicted greatly with the conclusion of former head of officials Mike Pererra that it truly was a "bad call". Of course, as I recall, Mike does his "recalls" for FOX - a competing NFL nework source.
CBS may be #1 - but, not yesterday.
The clip on Heath Miller during the "fumble" runback?
Hey, just another oversight by the officials - not a big deal - sort of a "might as well be caught for stealing a sheep instead of a lamb" moment.
This "oversight" only exacerbated the Steeler fans accurate perception that yesterday, "The Force was definitly not with them".
One final note. If the overly compassionate calls by the Refs acknowledging New Yorkers pain had occurred in a Steelers home game after a similar disaster there - how many of us would have spoken up in criticism?
I hope and pray we never find out.
Don't know how much more professional sports disappointment my friend Harry can handle, but I totally agree with his undying support of his home teams. They've given him a lot of pleasure through the years.
NYC is a great town. Their players after-game disappointment that they couldn't complete their appointed mission to lift the spirit of all New York sports fans via a victory, clearly confirms this.
Hey guys, there's always the Super Bowl.
You go Giants. You go Steelers. But, could we get different officials?
Sunday, November 4, 2012
THE MOUTH THAT ROARED!
There I was sitting - silently -while patiently trying to find something in the paper that was non-political. I decided to switch to the Astrology page - something you knew you could depend on in his crazy world of ours.
That's when I heard her voice - like fingernails on a blackboard:
"All politicians are crooked - but mostly those who are in Congress. You can't even believe what you read in the papers nowadays cause they're biased too. I've had it. I'm anti-everything . I've decided to become an archivist!"
"That should please the folks over at the library, "I replied
"You're making fun of me again with that all- too- dumb alleged Irish wit of yours. I'm sure it has something to do with what I just said."
"Not important, but I am curious. What is it you're going to do to improve things - I mean from that new position at the library. I'm assuming that would be only after revising the Dewey Decimal system, of course."
She looked at me with the disdain that only a 2.7.pound Chihuahua can muster.
Then "'her haughtiness" spoke:
"You know, I'm only 5 1/2 years old, whereas you've been hanging around for three-quarters of a century and you profess that during 55 of those years you've been a card carrying member of the Republican party. And now, you want to know what I'M going to do about the mess we're in?"
"Well actually you brought it up, and I'm still proud of my Republican heritage from my Dad."
"See, that's the problem - you claim to be a registered Republican - and your shape is definitely starting to resemble that of an elephant - but you seem to be leaning toward the Democrats, as I see it.
Quite frankly, methinks you appear to have adopted your Mom's strategy on life."
Quickly looking up from the daily horoscope column, I replied: "I'm sorry. I wasn't really paying attention. Which of my Mom's many strategies were you referring to?"
"Man, you ARE getting old! You know the one where you told me that when you were a kid, no matter what you complained about to your Mom, her response was always, 'Well, tomorrow is another day!' . You said she chose not to worry about today's problems or even those that might be coming down the road."
"Yeah, that does sound familiar. So you're saying that Mom was really a non-committed Democrat in your view?"
"See, that's the very problem. You remain clueless and want to rely on other people to tell you what's going to happen to you. Are you sure you're not a closet Democrat, as well?"
""I'm positive", I replied emphatically!
"That's funny", she countered.
"And why would that be?", I replied once more, demonstrating that sharp rapier like repartee I've developed through the years.
"Well!", she said - while closing the distance beween us to enter my personal space - "You claim to be a Republican but I've yet to see you back your Irish arse away from the table when they're handing out Social Security and Medicare benefits .
You do recall, don't you, that those are the very things - along with your health care - that "Da Mittster" claims he's going to reduce drastically when he assumes office."
"C'mon dog, you mean you really don't know that's just campaign strategy to appease everybody in his party?"
"Listen chum, I apologize for this odious analogy, but isn't that the same thing they said about Hitler when he was just getting started in Europe?"
"Whoa, now you really are getting out of hand. So tell me punkster, what's your pseudo-intelligent dog sense reading on the upcoming election? I can't believe you've decided to become a Democrat."
"Not really," she replied, "But, I must admit I was sorry Mitt didn't choose Rubio as his running mate instead of putting one more Irish guy into that whole succession chain thing."
"You're stalling. So, which is it? You seem to be changing positions more than both candidates."
"Actually", she said after a long pause: "I'm not that crazy over either guy, but I am confused by Obama's position that we must defend and provide for the weak and the poor above and beyond what else the Government does."
"Geeze, what's this about now? You've been reaping the benefits of that strategy for over 5 years now. You've got a lot of nerve talking about my Mom's philosophy."
"Well, I'm only a dumb animal - who IS probably leaning toward the GOP - if we could just get them Tea Party "yo-yo's" to resign, that is. Here's why:
The food stamp program, part of the Department of Agriculture, is pleased to be distributing the greatest amount of food stamps ever.
Meanwhile, the Park Service, also part of the Department of Agriculture, tells us ' Please do not feed the animals because the animals may grow dependent and not learn to take care of themselves.' I can't believe you missed this."
Not to be outdone in matching wits, I replied: "Good point. I think we're cutting you back from two meals a day to just one - and no more treats -because, Lordy, Lordy - we sure don't want you becoming dependent on us."
She shook her head defiantly before sauntering away and mumbling something that sounded like "Obtene una trabajo, Tonto."
I was about to request a clarification but just then happened to glance down at the paper and before I could come up with a response I involuntarily said aloud:
"Wow! Look at this. It says here, The LIBRA'S are going to have a really great day today'! Maybe that means the Government has decided to raise Social Security benefits next year."
(Which they have - of course. They just didn't happen to announce it on either the Astrology page or the Sports Section.)
(Finally, my many thanks to author Tom Wolf for those punctuation suggestions.)
That's when I heard her voice - like fingernails on a blackboard:
"All politicians are crooked - but mostly those who are in Congress. You can't even believe what you read in the papers nowadays cause they're biased too. I've had it. I'm anti-everything . I've decided to become an archivist!"
"That should please the folks over at the library, "I replied
"You're making fun of me again with that all- too- dumb alleged Irish wit of yours. I'm sure it has something to do with what I just said."
"Not important, but I am curious. What is it you're going to do to improve things - I mean from that new position at the library. I'm assuming that would be only after revising the Dewey Decimal system, of course."
She looked at me with the disdain that only a 2.7.pound Chihuahua can muster.
Then "'her haughtiness" spoke:
"You know, I'm only 5 1/2 years old, whereas you've been hanging around for three-quarters of a century and you profess that during 55 of those years you've been a card carrying member of the Republican party. And now, you want to know what I'M going to do about the mess we're in?"
"Well actually you brought it up, and I'm still proud of my Republican heritage from my Dad."
"See, that's the problem - you claim to be a registered Republican - and your shape is definitely starting to resemble that of an elephant - but you seem to be leaning toward the Democrats, as I see it.
Quite frankly, methinks you appear to have adopted your Mom's strategy on life."
Quickly looking up from the daily horoscope column, I replied: "I'm sorry. I wasn't really paying attention. Which of my Mom's many strategies were you referring to?"
"Man, you ARE getting old! You know the one where you told me that when you were a kid, no matter what you complained about to your Mom, her response was always, 'Well, tomorrow is another day!' . You said she chose not to worry about today's problems or even those that might be coming down the road."
"Yeah, that does sound familiar. So you're saying that Mom was really a non-committed Democrat in your view?"
"See, that's the very problem. You remain clueless and want to rely on other people to tell you what's going to happen to you. Are you sure you're not a closet Democrat, as well?"
""I'm positive", I replied emphatically!
"That's funny", she countered.
"And why would that be?", I replied once more, demonstrating that sharp rapier like repartee I've developed through the years.
"Well!", she said - while closing the distance beween us to enter my personal space - "You claim to be a Republican but I've yet to see you back your Irish arse away from the table when they're handing out Social Security and Medicare benefits .
You do recall, don't you, that those are the very things - along with your health care - that "Da Mittster" claims he's going to reduce drastically when he assumes office."
"C'mon dog, you mean you really don't know that's just campaign strategy to appease everybody in his party?"
"Listen chum, I apologize for this odious analogy, but isn't that the same thing they said about Hitler when he was just getting started in Europe?"
"Whoa, now you really are getting out of hand. So tell me punkster, what's your pseudo-intelligent dog sense reading on the upcoming election? I can't believe you've decided to become a Democrat."
"Not really," she replied, "But, I must admit I was sorry Mitt didn't choose Rubio as his running mate instead of putting one more Irish guy into that whole succession chain thing."
"You're stalling. So, which is it? You seem to be changing positions more than both candidates."
"Actually", she said after a long pause: "I'm not that crazy over either guy, but I am confused by Obama's position that we must defend and provide for the weak and the poor above and beyond what else the Government does."
"Geeze, what's this about now? You've been reaping the benefits of that strategy for over 5 years now. You've got a lot of nerve talking about my Mom's philosophy."
"Well, I'm only a dumb animal - who IS probably leaning toward the GOP - if we could just get them Tea Party "yo-yo's" to resign, that is. Here's why:
The food stamp program, part of the Department of Agriculture, is pleased to be distributing the greatest amount of food stamps ever.
Meanwhile, the Park Service, also part of the Department of Agriculture, tells us ' Please do not feed the animals because the animals may grow dependent and not learn to take care of themselves.' I can't believe you missed this."
Not to be outdone in matching wits, I replied: "Good point. I think we're cutting you back from two meals a day to just one - and no more treats -because, Lordy, Lordy - we sure don't want you becoming dependent on us."
She shook her head defiantly before sauntering away and mumbling something that sounded like "Obtene una trabajo, Tonto."
I was about to request a clarification but just then happened to glance down at the paper and before I could come up with a response I involuntarily said aloud:
"Wow! Look at this. It says here, The LIBRA'S are going to have a really great day today'! Maybe that means the Government has decided to raise Social Security benefits next year."
(Which they have - of course. They just didn't happen to announce it on either the Astrology page or the Sports Section.)
(Finally, my many thanks to author Tom Wolf for those punctuation suggestions.)
A PITTSBURGH SPORT FAN AT RISK
I'm living in Florida - a State with more than it's share of good college football teams.
Despite that, I find myself still rooting for Pitt & Penn State, as I did yesterday.
Penn State was a no-brainer and I take my hat off to both the coaches and the players for what they have accomplished both on and off the field this season.
Pitt is still 'another matter." Rooting for Pitt is a lot like rooting for the Pirates.
For this guy, who continues to support both teams, you gotta figure my rooting has to be mostly based on a misplaced wave of nostalgia.
I was fortunate to watch one of the 1979 World Series games and will never forget the exprience.
I also sat at Pitt Stadium - after recovering from the walk up Heart Attack Hill - and rooted for Cavanaugh and Dorsett during the City of Champions era.
I was a Pitt football fan as was my Dad and his best friend Lew Beadling. Dad often told the story of the two of them watching a Pitt game, back in the day.
Their agreement was that they would each take a drink from their flasks every time Pitt scored.
I don't know who Pitt was playing - but it may well have been Notre Dame.
The outcome of their drinking agreement was that they had to revise their strategy and settle for taking a hit from their flasks whenever Pitt managed to get a first down . Per Dad, both men left the game sober as a judge.
Yesterday, my wife and I were enjoying the Pitt/Notre Dame game at a local restaurant while enjoying the company of a bartender who shared both a place of residence and my given name with me. Nice guy.
It was one of those games where, for a while in the 4th quarter, I looked at the screen only after promising my wife, "I'm going to risk one eye."
Such is the precautionary measures a Pitt fan must consider if he chooses to witness a University of Pittsburgh football game. This one , in particular, reminded me of watching a favorite young golfer - playing in a Major - who is up five strokes with four holes to play.
I think it's refered euphemistically as "crash & burn." - which is what Pitt did yesterday in the 4th quarter.
According to my friend - "Bartender Barry", the only time they were able to resurrect their previous game performance in the second half was when I went to the men's room and they intercepted Nore Dame twice.
Each time Pitt made an interception I was in the can.
Despite Barry's encouragement for me to remain there for the rest of the game I decided to risk the other eye and watch the end of regulation with the few Pitt fans still present in the restaurant.
It went about as bad as I expected.
I would not tell this to his Aunt Christine, who we sat beside while watching and rooting for the Steeler's last week, but I am not a fan of her nephew - and Pitt's quarterback - Tito Sunseri.
In the 4th quarter, after, playing a great game, Tito once again became my young golf pro.
When he tried to run the ball despite having several defenders in front of him - and a guy open on a curl route - I questioned my one-eye risking strategy.
When he next dropped a direct snap - I paid the bill - although the game was still up for grabs. I also did not watch any of the triple overtime loss at home.
I've been a Pitt fan for way too long and still can't handle the many sad and disappointing losses I've witnessed in recent years.
My compliments to all involved - including Sunseri & Ray Graham - for providing us football fans with a whole bunch of satisfying and exciting moments yesterday.
Unfortunately, long ago, someone decided that a football game should consist of 4 quarters and not 3.
Now, if I can just get my optometrist to fit me in on Monday - I'll be a happy camper.
Despite that, I find myself still rooting for Pitt & Penn State, as I did yesterday.
Penn State was a no-brainer and I take my hat off to both the coaches and the players for what they have accomplished both on and off the field this season.
Pitt is still 'another matter." Rooting for Pitt is a lot like rooting for the Pirates.
For this guy, who continues to support both teams, you gotta figure my rooting has to be mostly based on a misplaced wave of nostalgia.
I was fortunate to watch one of the 1979 World Series games and will never forget the exprience.
I also sat at Pitt Stadium - after recovering from the walk up Heart Attack Hill - and rooted for Cavanaugh and Dorsett during the City of Champions era.
I was a Pitt football fan as was my Dad and his best friend Lew Beadling. Dad often told the story of the two of them watching a Pitt game, back in the day.
Their agreement was that they would each take a drink from their flasks every time Pitt scored.
I don't know who Pitt was playing - but it may well have been Notre Dame.
The outcome of their drinking agreement was that they had to revise their strategy and settle for taking a hit from their flasks whenever Pitt managed to get a first down . Per Dad, both men left the game sober as a judge.
Yesterday, my wife and I were enjoying the Pitt/Notre Dame game at a local restaurant while enjoying the company of a bartender who shared both a place of residence and my given name with me. Nice guy.
It was one of those games where, for a while in the 4th quarter, I looked at the screen only after promising my wife, "I'm going to risk one eye."
Such is the precautionary measures a Pitt fan must consider if he chooses to witness a University of Pittsburgh football game. This one , in particular, reminded me of watching a favorite young golfer - playing in a Major - who is up five strokes with four holes to play.
I think it's refered euphemistically as "crash & burn." - which is what Pitt did yesterday in the 4th quarter.
According to my friend - "Bartender Barry", the only time they were able to resurrect their previous game performance in the second half was when I went to the men's room and they intercepted Nore Dame twice.
Each time Pitt made an interception I was in the can.
Despite Barry's encouragement for me to remain there for the rest of the game I decided to risk the other eye and watch the end of regulation with the few Pitt fans still present in the restaurant.
It went about as bad as I expected.
I would not tell this to his Aunt Christine, who we sat beside while watching and rooting for the Steeler's last week, but I am not a fan of her nephew - and Pitt's quarterback - Tito Sunseri.
In the 4th quarter, after, playing a great game, Tito once again became my young golf pro.
When he tried to run the ball despite having several defenders in front of him - and a guy open on a curl route - I questioned my one-eye risking strategy.
When he next dropped a direct snap - I paid the bill - although the game was still up for grabs. I also did not watch any of the triple overtime loss at home.
I've been a Pitt fan for way too long and still can't handle the many sad and disappointing losses I've witnessed in recent years.
My compliments to all involved - including Sunseri & Ray Graham - for providing us football fans with a whole bunch of satisfying and exciting moments yesterday.
Unfortunately, long ago, someone decided that a football game should consist of 4 quarters and not 3.
Now, if I can just get my optometrist to fit me in on Monday - I'll be a happy camper.
Friday, November 2, 2012
THE WORLD JUST KEEPS A-CHANGIN
I know there are a couple of people who occasionally peek in at this blog who will be able to relate to the following.
I've often promised my wife Phyl that I would not concentrate on the past in both my conversations and blog writing.
I agree. There are too many good things available to us now that were absent - or not yet invented - back in the so-called "Good Old Days."
Besides, I enjoy all those great home cooked meals and the many benefits that come with them.
However, I will speak of a change in customer service now and then - as I am about to do now.
I remember the days when you pulled into the local gas/filling station for the purpose of "filling up".
All of a sudden It was like the guys from Texaco sponsored "Milton Berle Show" were making road appearances at our local gas station.
While becoming concerned that gas was up to the ridiculous price of 23 cents a gallon - I was distracted by the good service I was about to receive.
The first guy was out washing my windshield and headlights. Another had the hood open so he could check both oil and water levels. A third was still waiting in the wings.
His job was to bring out the glasses - some with the insignia of a local sports team- or maybe some dishes - or perhaps, the green S&H stamps - in an amount value commensurate with the total of my bill.
Nowadays, it's difficult to stop and even get directions at a gas station because the owner and the employees don't live within 25 miles of the place - and apparently don't have a clue how they got to work that morning.
This is the negative side of service - as to opposed to that which was glady proffered.
Companies back then saw serice as a way to keep you as a customer and were also desirous of seeing cars lined up at their place - even before Jimmy Carter became President.
Today, it's different. But, you all know that, so why go into the contrast of "then and now" at gas stations - or that banks replaced your widowed neighbor, Mrs. Snyder as a bank teller with an ATM machine - which they then charged you to use in a variety of circumstances?
No, my illustration here is not related to any of the above. It's worse.
A few weeks ago my new Sears card appeared in the mail. I didn't request it - the sonofagun just appeared in my community mailbox unanounced.
I glanced at the accompanying literature and then did all the good things like calling an 800 number to validate it.
I then refused the operator's encouragement to enroll in a protection program that, as I recall, would provide me with 24 hour home security service by two guys named Lamont Cranston and Duncan Rinaldo who would guard my house and prevent anybody from breaking in and stealing my new credit card.
Anyway, it was something like that. After a while you just tune out all the marketing BS. I suspect the next time I run into a Bible salesman, he'll try to get me to upgrade to Kindle.
Anyway, two weeks after I validated the card, I received another unsolicited correspondence from my pals over at Sears.
It was a bill for a $25 Rewards Fee that also contained a late payment warning.
The Account Statement announced: "If we do not receive your minimum payment by the date listed above (two weeks away), you may have to pay a late fee up to $35."
Guess who's going to call Sears today and cancel the account?
I won't even ask if they were going to send me a Steelers glass if I had made a prompt bill payment.
It's a changing world and Old Man Roebuck has to be spinning in his grave.
I've often promised my wife Phyl that I would not concentrate on the past in both my conversations and blog writing.
I agree. There are too many good things available to us now that were absent - or not yet invented - back in the so-called "Good Old Days."
Besides, I enjoy all those great home cooked meals and the many benefits that come with them.
However, I will speak of a change in customer service now and then - as I am about to do now.
I remember the days when you pulled into the local gas/filling station for the purpose of "filling up".
All of a sudden It was like the guys from Texaco sponsored "Milton Berle Show" were making road appearances at our local gas station.
While becoming concerned that gas was up to the ridiculous price of 23 cents a gallon - I was distracted by the good service I was about to receive.
The first guy was out washing my windshield and headlights. Another had the hood open so he could check both oil and water levels. A third was still waiting in the wings.
His job was to bring out the glasses - some with the insignia of a local sports team- or maybe some dishes - or perhaps, the green S&H stamps - in an amount value commensurate with the total of my bill.
Nowadays, it's difficult to stop and even get directions at a gas station because the owner and the employees don't live within 25 miles of the place - and apparently don't have a clue how they got to work that morning.
This is the negative side of service - as to opposed to that which was glady proffered.
Companies back then saw serice as a way to keep you as a customer and were also desirous of seeing cars lined up at their place - even before Jimmy Carter became President.
Today, it's different. But, you all know that, so why go into the contrast of "then and now" at gas stations - or that banks replaced your widowed neighbor, Mrs. Snyder as a bank teller with an ATM machine - which they then charged you to use in a variety of circumstances?
No, my illustration here is not related to any of the above. It's worse.
A few weeks ago my new Sears card appeared in the mail. I didn't request it - the sonofagun just appeared in my community mailbox unanounced.
I glanced at the accompanying literature and then did all the good things like calling an 800 number to validate it.
I then refused the operator's encouragement to enroll in a protection program that, as I recall, would provide me with 24 hour home security service by two guys named Lamont Cranston and Duncan Rinaldo who would guard my house and prevent anybody from breaking in and stealing my new credit card.
Anyway, it was something like that. After a while you just tune out all the marketing BS. I suspect the next time I run into a Bible salesman, he'll try to get me to upgrade to Kindle.
Anyway, two weeks after I validated the card, I received another unsolicited correspondence from my pals over at Sears.
It was a bill for a $25 Rewards Fee that also contained a late payment warning.
The Account Statement announced: "If we do not receive your minimum payment by the date listed above (two weeks away), you may have to pay a late fee up to $35."
Guess who's going to call Sears today and cancel the account?
I won't even ask if they were going to send me a Steelers glass if I had made a prompt bill payment.
It's a changing world and Old Man Roebuck has to be spinning in his grave.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
THE PROFESSIONAL
When I was a kid, the Pittsburgh Press ran a comic strip called "Mickey Finn"
The strip was started in 1936 - grew to being published in 300 newspapers - and featured Mickey Finn - a good natured cop in Port Chester, New York.
It was introduced during the time of Dick Tracy etc, but this strip didn't really involve solving crimes. It was more folksy and featured Mickey's Uncle Phil Finn - a true Irish character - who lived with Mick and his Mom.
As the comic strip story progresses, Mick goes through WWII and then becomes a detective while his Uncle Phil becomes an alderman and sheriff.
While it was one of many comic strips and comic books devoured by me as a kid, I was fascinated by the character of Phil Finn, who hung out at Clancy's bar and for some totally illogical reason became a golf pro.
I say "illogical" because Phil was a lousy golfer as was illustrated quite often in the comic strip that started to featured Phil more than Mickey.
The logic behind cartoonist Lank Leonard's decision to make Phil a very successful golf pro was funny to a young guy like me. The theory was that although Phil could not star as a golfer - he really understood the game - and could inspire others to master the frustrating challenges of the sport.
My memory of the comic strip - followed by a little research to make sure my mind had not failed me once more - was prompted by the latest hiring news from the brilliant GM of The Pittsburgh Pirates - Neal Huntington.
Huntington had the unfortunate experience - in this most recent year as GM of a team completing 20 consecutive losing seasons - to have a team that ranked 14th among 16 national League teams in both batting average and on base percentage.
His 2012 hitting coach was Gregg Ritchie who knew when to get out of town and
assumed the position of George Washington University's head baseball coach.
So, the GM - after searching far and wide - decided to hire former Pirate shortstop Jay Bell - one of my favorites players in the late 80's for about 7 more years in the 90's.
You never quite knew which Bell was going to show up - but he played hard - hit .269 and had 78 home runs during his 8 year stay with our team.
Lord knows we could use a few more current Pirates who had that kind of batting average since so many of our hitters are closer to the Mendoza line.
Huntington's logic in selecting Bell as his new hitting coach was as follows:
- Bell previously served as a hitting coach in the Diamondbacks organization for two years - as the hitting coach of Class AA Mobile.
- " He brings energy and enthusiasm."
- "He's a great person."
- "He's got experience on the major league bench."
The last comment grabbed my attention as that is the exact location where most of his prospective students should have been sitting this past season instead of out on the playing field.
Bell has the Pirates record for successful sacrifice bunts. This should be a big plus when the Pirates starting pitchers attempt to acquire this basic training tool during Spring training down here in Bradenton - hopefully, without almost losing an eye.
One reason for hiring Bell - not enumerated by Huntington was: "Besides, he came cheap." But, then again, that's just an assumption on my part.
Can Bell become a successful hitting coach for the Pirates? You bet your bippy! It is not unheard of.
Look what happened to Phil Finn. Of course, that was in a comic strip.
But in some sadly ironic fashion isn't that what we Pirate fans have been watching for the past 20 years - or three years after Cleveland traded Bell to the Pirates?
Hey, who knows? You gotta have faith. Brooklyn finally got a major sports franchise - 55 years after they lost their beloved Dodgers.
As improbable as it may appear to Pirate fans everywhere - maybe even Neal Huntington could become a successful GM some day.
The strip was started in 1936 - grew to being published in 300 newspapers - and featured Mickey Finn - a good natured cop in Port Chester, New York.
It was introduced during the time of Dick Tracy etc, but this strip didn't really involve solving crimes. It was more folksy and featured Mickey's Uncle Phil Finn - a true Irish character - who lived with Mick and his Mom.
As the comic strip story progresses, Mick goes through WWII and then becomes a detective while his Uncle Phil becomes an alderman and sheriff.
While it was one of many comic strips and comic books devoured by me as a kid, I was fascinated by the character of Phil Finn, who hung out at Clancy's bar and for some totally illogical reason became a golf pro.
I say "illogical" because Phil was a lousy golfer as was illustrated quite often in the comic strip that started to featured Phil more than Mickey.
The logic behind cartoonist Lank Leonard's decision to make Phil a very successful golf pro was funny to a young guy like me. The theory was that although Phil could not star as a golfer - he really understood the game - and could inspire others to master the frustrating challenges of the sport.
My memory of the comic strip - followed by a little research to make sure my mind had not failed me once more - was prompted by the latest hiring news from the brilliant GM of The Pittsburgh Pirates - Neal Huntington.
Huntington had the unfortunate experience - in this most recent year as GM of a team completing 20 consecutive losing seasons - to have a team that ranked 14th among 16 national League teams in both batting average and on base percentage.
His 2012 hitting coach was Gregg Ritchie who knew when to get out of town and
assumed the position of George Washington University's head baseball coach.
So, the GM - after searching far and wide - decided to hire former Pirate shortstop Jay Bell - one of my favorites players in the late 80's for about 7 more years in the 90's.
You never quite knew which Bell was going to show up - but he played hard - hit .269 and had 78 home runs during his 8 year stay with our team.
Lord knows we could use a few more current Pirates who had that kind of batting average since so many of our hitters are closer to the Mendoza line.
Huntington's logic in selecting Bell as his new hitting coach was as follows:
- Bell previously served as a hitting coach in the Diamondbacks organization for two years - as the hitting coach of Class AA Mobile.
- " He brings energy and enthusiasm."
- "He's a great person."
- "He's got experience on the major league bench."
The last comment grabbed my attention as that is the exact location where most of his prospective students should have been sitting this past season instead of out on the playing field.
Bell has the Pirates record for successful sacrifice bunts. This should be a big plus when the Pirates starting pitchers attempt to acquire this basic training tool during Spring training down here in Bradenton - hopefully, without almost losing an eye.
One reason for hiring Bell - not enumerated by Huntington was: "Besides, he came cheap." But, then again, that's just an assumption on my part.
Can Bell become a successful hitting coach for the Pirates? You bet your bippy! It is not unheard of.
Look what happened to Phil Finn. Of course, that was in a comic strip.
But in some sadly ironic fashion isn't that what we Pirate fans have been watching for the past 20 years - or three years after Cleveland traded Bell to the Pirates?
Hey, who knows? You gotta have faith. Brooklyn finally got a major sports franchise - 55 years after they lost their beloved Dodgers.
As improbable as it may appear to Pirate fans everywhere - maybe even Neal Huntington could become a successful GM some day.
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