Archived entries for Recreation

To all the sports fans who hate stats

Take away good numbers and leave the intangibles, and you’ll never have a player worth a damn. Take away intangibles and just leave good numbers, and you have a Hall of Fame career. Numbers matter. More than anything else in sports. Anyone who says different, tell me exactly how you objectively determine Willie Mays was better than Claudell Washington. The “intangibles” are the tools a player has, but the numbers are what he or she actually does. Remove numbers from the discussion about athletic greatness and we’re having a chat about a player’s personality. That’s why a selfish asshole with 500 career home runs is a better player than a sweet guy who can hustle but has a lifetime OBP of .200; a better person, sure, but not a better player.

When they stop keeping score (and determining champions based on that), then I’ll be happy to admit numbers aren’t important. Until then, there is no such thing as professional sports without numbers.

NFL 2010 Season Prediction

This is the result of predicting every NFL regular season and playoff game for the 2010 season. I haven’t done this since the 1990 season, where i came very close, as I predicted Buffalo would win the AFC and that the Giants would lose to the 49ers in the NFC championship, and the Niners would take the Super Bowl. I was off a bit, as the Giants won (by two points!) and went on to win the Super Bowl (by one!). Here’s the way it will wrap up, if my prediction holds:

Division Champions
AFC East: New England Patriots
AFC North: Cincinnati Bengals
AFC South: Indianapolis Colts
AFC West: San Diego Chargers
Wild Card: Houston Texans
Wild Card: Pittsburgh Steelers

NFC East: Dallas Cowboys
NFC North: Green Bay Packers
NFC South: New Orleans Saints
NFC West: San Francisco 49ers
Wild Card: Carolina Panthers
Wild Card: Minnesota Vikings

Wild Card Playoffs
Houston d. Cincinnati
Pittsburgh d. San Diego
Minnesota d. San Francisco
Dallas d. Carolina

Division Playoffs
New England d. Houston
Indianapolis d. Pittsburgh
New Orleans d. Minnesota
Green Bay d. Dallas

Conference Championships
Indianapolis d. New England
Green Bay d. New Orleans

Super Bowl
Indianapolis Colts d. Green Bay Packers

With apologies to Mr Herbert

I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.

I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

Which reminds me: I will need an umbrella.

Taking the “A” Train

It all started this evening with a game of Grand Theft Auto IV.

I was playing the game on my Playstation 3, doing what I normally do in these situations, which is blowing off steam. Antagonize some cops, lead them to the GTA analog of Coney Island and run my dirt bike on the beach, leading cop cars through the pier posts and the rocks. In this game (and its predecessors since GTA 3), you can listen to various “radio stations,” which are really just playlists of various songs, each “station” corresponding to a genre. Lately, I’d been digging on the jazz station, Jazz Nation Radio, because it’s awesome to ride at night through New York, with its lights and population bustling, chilling out to some wonderful jazz classics from the pre-bop era.

At one point, I tired of the chase, but was still really enjoying the riding around, specifically listening to the Billy Strayhorn-penned and Duke Ellington-led classic from 1939, “Take the ‘A’ Train”. It was so nice, and I felt so good about that song in particular, I felt like not playing the game any longer. Weeks previously, I had been watching, piecemeal, the Ken Burns’ “Jazz” documentary via Netflix. At this point, I thought, Why not see if the documentary will cover the history of that song in particular? (which, at the time, seemed perfectly reasonable). So, I ejected the GTA disc from the PS3 and popped in the Netflix disc instead, then loaded up the documentary (I was up to part 3, it seemed).

After a few minutes of watching the birth of the career of Ethel Waters, I decided, with my nervous energy, to go to the circa 1929 Victrola my parents gave me last September, and pull out the old 78s. I figured I could see if my parents had collected any classic jazz records, especially some of the terrific stuff I was hearing on the TV at that moment. I even thought, “Wonder if they have any Duke Ellington,” since I was just listening to some Ellington earlier and I consider myself an Ellington fan. About eight records in, I uncovered the most amazing thing. Continue reading…

Soccer is *socialist*? Um…

I already had this discussion recently at work. And keep in mind, I truly do love American football:

American football has a draft, trading, and a salary cap, in addition to the playoff system that includes a large chunk of the league, thereby giving more teams a shot at the title. International football, by contrast, is PURE capitalism: players go to the highest bidder, players are lent for CASH, and whoever’s on top at the end wins it all.

Which one’s socialist, then?

Mr Ebert, Dear Mr Ebert

If music, painting, film, sculpture, dance, opera, television, and literature can all be art and the vast majority of works from those genres are crap (and they are; we only ever talk about the good operas/ballets/etc because the bad ones are rightfully ignored after a time), why can’t video games be art? It’s just another form of entertainment. Art should be what stands out as an effort to move an audience. Beethoven’s Ninth, Van Gogh’s Starry Night, The Godfather, The Thinker, Swan Lake, Don Giovanni, “The Wire”, and The Lord of the Rings are all examples of art (to those familiar with them). Why can’t video games have their exemplary representatives of art as well?

Between Grim Fandango and Heavy Rain, if you can’t see the potential for art in games, then you really have no practical concept of what art is. Those games affect you as much as entertain and engage you.

That’s art.

(That would be my counter-argument to Mr Ebert, with whom I mostly agree on a great many things and whom I fully respect.)

I am now a Detroit Lions fan.

Barry Sanders, wearing the throwback uniform of the Detroit Lions during the 1994 season.

I have decided to shift my main NFL allegiance from the 49ers to the Lions. What follows are 20 reasons I do so. (No giggling.) Continue reading…



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