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I Hate When I’m Wrong

 

In 2014, I was watching the University of Virginia (my alma mater) win its first NCAA tournament game under current coach Tony Bennett.  In the post game interview Bennett opened by thanking “his lord and savior Jesus Christ” after which I wrote to UVA president Teresa Sullivan and suggested the institution’s founder and author of the Virginia statutes on religious freedom Thomas Jefferson might be appalled a representative of his university would use this occasion to publicly profess his spiritual preference.  After all, Jefferson often wrote, no individual regardless of position or spiritual inclination should ever use a public platform to openly profess their devoutness.  That is why we have churches, synagogues and mosques.

At a more practical level, I found it hard to believe, if there is a God, he or she really cares about sports and who wins or loses a game (Notre Dame football aside).  That is, until Sunday night when the Las Vegas Golden Knights, a first year expansion ice hockey franchise, defeated the Winnipeg Jets to advance to the Stanley Cup finals.

Image result for las vegas golden knightsJust days before Sin City’s first ever professional sports contest on October 6, 2017, Vegas was shocked by the mass shooting at the Route 91 Harvest music festival which resulted in 58 deaths and over 850 injured.  If ever a city needed a rallying point, this was that case.  And it began five days later when the Golden Knights opened the season with a win over the Dallas Stars before a sellout crowd of 18,542.  A fluke?  Hardly, as the team went on to capture its next two games.  After every win, sports pundits opined, “Are the Golden Knights for real?  Surely, this can’t go on much longer.”  But as we witnessed Sunday night, the story continues.

Now, I’m not prepared to completely reverse my view on divine providence based on a sample of one, but there was a similar situation in 2009.  Four years earlier, the City of New Orleans was devastated by Hurricane Katrina, sustaining over $100 billion in damages.  Among the impacted facilities was the New Orleans Super Dome, home to the NFL Saints, forcing the team to play it’s 2005 home games at LSU and the San Antonio Alamo Dome.  Many thought the Saints would not return to New Orleans due to cost of refitting the Super Dome.  With an uncertain future, the 2007 and 2008 seasons were lackluster with an overall record of 15-16 and no post season appearances.  There was no reason to believe the 2009 season would be any different.  Except the Saints players thought it was time to give the citizens of The Big Easy something to cheer about.  Dedicating their season to all those affected by Katrina, the Saints won their first Super Bowl championship by defeating the Indianapolis Colts 31-17.

So maybe there is occasional divine intervention in the world of sports.  That’s why I am a devout agnostic and not a confirmed atheist.  Who knows?  But if this is the case, let me make one final observation.  The Jacksonville area had not been subjected to a truly damaging hurricane since Dora in 1964.  In 2016 and 2017, the region had two close calls (Matthew and Irma).  And coincidentally(?), in 2017 the NFL Jacksonville Jaguars had their first winning season in ten years and made it to the AFC championship game.  Not a Super Bowl winning year, but close.  So, if it takes a direct hit from a category 5 hurricane for the Jaguars to win the NFL title, I’m okay waiting a few more years to see Jaguars wearing a Super Bowl ring.

FOOTNOTE:  After the University of Virginia became the first #1 seed in NCAA tournament history to lose in the first round to #16 seed UMBC, I don’t remember coach Bennett thanking his lord and savior for that outcome.  I guess fair-weather fans exist not only in stadiums, arenas and ballparks.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

Just Say NO

 

Anyone who knows me will tell you I used to be Tiger Woods’ #1 fan.  His book How I Play Golf  has a prominent place in my book case.  In 2006-07, I was so confident of Woods’ links superiority, I took Tiger against the field in seven straight tournaments.  The stakes being a free lunch.  I never lost the bet.  I owe you, man.

I still rooted for Woods after the November 30, 2009 car incident when he was exposed as a serial cheater.  I dismissed his arrest for driving under the influence this past May.  He was not the first, nor will he be the last person, to become addicted to painkillers after an accident or surgery.

Image result for mike wilbonThat all ended yesterday afternoon.  On the ESPN talk show Pardon the Interruption there is a segment called “The Word!” during which he and co-host Tony Kornheiser (though New York Daily News reporter Frank Isola was subbing for Kornheiser) are asked to fill in the blank about an upcoming sporting event.  Yesterday, they were asked, “Tiger Woods returning to the pro golf tour is _____________.”  Wilbon’s reply, “TITILLATING.”  He explained his response saying he was interested to see if Tiger’s body could survive four rounds of competitive golf and whether there was any trace of his former greatness.  In any normal world, I would have shared Wilbon’s anticipation.

But we do not live in a normal world anymore.  And Wilbon, especially, should know that.  In the previous segment on yesterday’s show, Wilbon opined the offer by the National Football League to commit $100 million to social causes as a response to pre-game protests “was not enough.  This is not about money.  The NFL can’t buy its way out of this issue.”  Wilbon has also been a vocal critic of those who say NFL players had no right to use a game as a protest venue or those who criticized Stephan Curry for refusing to go to the White House after the Golden State Warriors won the NBA championship.  And he regularly points out the disparities between the ways whites and minorities are sometimes treated and viewed by management and fans.

Did Wilbon fail to see the irony?  Here is what he should have said:

Tiger Woods returning to the pro golf tour is CONFLICTING.  Of course, I want to see if he can survive four rounds of competitive golf and whether he can beat the odds and Father Time.  But I have a problem.  I know Tiger.  I know he has made a decision in his life to stay out of the forefront on political issues.  He chooses to give back through his foundation.  That is his right. I thought Jim Brown was wrong when he called Tiger out for not using his platform to advance social causes.  But his decision to play a round of golf with Donald Trump who has called black athletes “sons of bitches” in public and probably worse in private is a political statement.  He should have just said NO!

So I hope Tiger’s physical rehabilitation continues to go well.  But he is also in need of an emotional and spiritual rehabilitation.  Until that time, he has joined the posse of professional golfers I vociferously root against. My definition of “shadenfreude” is a Michelson three-putt.

I know the counter arguments.  When the President* of the United States asks you to play golf or dine at the White House you go.  It dishonors the office to refuse.  In normal times, I would agree.  But, once again, these are not normal times.  When a grown man acts like a five year old, he needs to be treated like a five year old.  Some TIME OUT is in order.  This applies not just to athletes, but everyone.

Yesterday, British Prime Minister Theresa May called Trump out on his re-tweeting videos posted by a member of England’s ultra-right, anti-immigration party.  As Mike Wilbon would say, that “was not enough.”  Parliament and the Queen should immediately rescind Trump’s invitation for a state visit.  To do otherwise, sends a message to Brits and particularly Great Britain’s Muslim population, we have to tolerate this kind of behavior.  No you don’t.  JUST SAY NO.

Yesterday, Chuck Schumer and Nancy Pelosi were right not to attend a White House meeting after Trump lied about their positions on immigration and taxes and suggested it was a waste of time, tweeting, “I don’t see a deal!”  Grown-ups don’t negotiate with children.  The look for teaching moments to reinforce the difference between right and wrong.  This was one of those moments.

If everyone, and I do mean everyone, including the spineless Republican leadership in Congress, followed Schumer’s and Pelosi’s example, it would send a powerful message.  We will give the Office of the President its due respect, when and ONLY when the current occupant does the same.  Until then, JUST SAY NO.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

Vice-Moron

 

Now there are a lot of reasons one might think Mike Pence is a MORON based on his 15 minutes of infamy at the Colts/49ers football game yesterday.  You can point to his scheduling an itinerary which took him from Washington, D.C. to Indianapolis via LAS VEGAS!  (He must have been sleeping in Geography 101 when the professor explained the shortest distance between two points on a globe is NOT a “great zigzag.”) Or flying aboard a $30,000/hour military transport to carry out a political stunt.  Or telling the press corps to wait in the van because he would “spontaneously” be leaving the game in short order. Or the fact such a devoted Colts fan had not attended a Colts home game from November, 2014 to November, 2016 when he lived just 9.6 miles away (distance from the Governor’s residence to Lucas Oil Stadium per Google Maps).

This morning we were entertained by Pence, Kellyanne Conway and other Trumpeteers trying to justify or explain away this misuse of taxpayer funds for the sole purpose of reminding 35 percent of the American public someone shares their twisted view of right and wrong.  But there is one thing that cannot be explained away, the “smoking gun” by which I chose the subject line for today’s post.  Tangible evidence provided by the vice-moron (VM) himself.

At 8:27 a.m. Sunday morning, VM Pence tweeted a picture of himself and Mother Pence at the Colts game ready to honor Peyton Manning, who’s number #18 was retired that afternoon.

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But as they say in the Kushner household, something wasn’t quite kosher.  The tweet read, “Looking forward to cheering for our @Colts & honoring the great career of #18 Peyton Manning.”   First, it’s hard to take a picture in your seats at 8:27 when the gates do not open until 11:00am.  Second, why is Mother Pence wearing Anthony Walker, Jr.’s #50 jersey instead of Manning’s #18?

The answer!  Because the same picture was previously tweeted at 3:45 p.m. on November 23, 2014.  The last time the homophobe-in-chief and his chaperone made the 36 minute limo ride from the mansion to the stadium.

There it is!  Only a moron would think people would not notice the difference between the tweeted picture and photos taken of the Second Family during the pre-game ceremonies (below).

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At least Mother Pence had on the correct jersey with Manning’s #18.  (It was placed on her seat prior to her arrival.) Now that’s what I call a $242,000 souvenir (the cost of flying Air Force 2 from Las Vegas to Indianapolis and back to Los Angeles).

Speaking of Peyton Manning, Trump and Pence’s political stunt stole the spotlight from the the actual honoree.  Which by the way, the ceremony retiring his number and inducting him into the Colts’ Ring of Honor took place at half-time.  Care to guess who wasn’t in attendance “to honor the great career of #18 Peyton Manning?”  Furthermore, according to Sports Illustrated:

Approximately 23 players for the 49ers kneeled. Pence walked out. By 8 p.m. Sunday, the top five stories on the Indianapolis Star website were:         

• VP Pence leaves Colts game after 49ers players kneel
• Swarens: Throw the flag on Mike Pence’s walkout
• VP Mike Pence tweets same picture from Colts game
• Doyel: Pence uses Colts for political purposes
• Veterans, activists respond to Pence’s Colts walkout

No popular headline about Manning’s number 18 retired by the Colts or his induction into the team’s ring of honor.

Congratulations on achieving the first-ever insensitivity hat trick.  Within the span of just seven days the Trump administration succeeded in making stories about: (1) Las Vegas, (2) Puerto Rico and (3) Peyton Manning all about themselves.  These folks are no garden-variety morons.  Even Rex Tillerson’s “f***ing moron” doesn’t do them justice.  They are cruel, sadistic and heartless morons.  Quo erat demonstrandum!  Proven as shown!

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

Heavyweight Champion

 

There was quite a fight this weekend.  Two of the biggest names in their sport going head to head.  It was the kind of athletic affair portrayed in movies like Rocky.

No, I’m not talking about the Floyd Mayweather/Conor McGregor boxing match in Las Vegas.  That was more akin to Aesop’s “Tortoise and the Hare.”  McGregor raced out of the gate in Round 1.  By Round 4, he was spent.  Once again, steady beat flashy.  Perseverence defeated raw power.

The real heavyweight spectacle took place at the Glen Oaks Golf Club in Old Westbury, New York.  The contenders?  Jordan Spieth and Dustin Johnson.  These two links pugilists battled to a draw through 13 rounds after Spieth squandered a five point lead on the judges’ scorecards.  In the 14th round, Spieth connected on a short upper-cut to take a one point lead matched only by a similar punch by Johnson in the 15th round.  Tied again with three rounds to go.

Related imageAt the end of a prize fight, it is not always about winning.  Sometimes it is about surviving. In the 17th round, Johnson set up what appeared to be a knockout blow.  Spieth was on the defensive.  Yet, out of nowhere, Spieth once again did what he has done on so many occasions.  He held Johnson off, throwing a difficut left to right hook from 18 feet 11 inches, which barely connected with its target.

Related imageRound 18 was Johnson’s turn.  After two uncharacteristic lapses, the world’s #1 ranked golfer faced a 17 foot 5 inch punch no one expected him to master.  After all, the last time he and Spieth had been locked in battle, Johnson missed a much easier three and a half foot putt to lose the 2015 U.S. Open.  But connect he did with a right/left hook which grazed its target at the last moment.  After 18 rounds on Sunday (72 overall) both competitors demonstrated they were worthy of the Northern Trust Championship belt and a lead in the FedEx Cup playoffs.

In one respect, golf resembles professional boxing before a limit on the number of rounds was imposed after the Jack Johnson versus Jim Flynn matchup on July 4, 1912.  There are no ties or decisions.  Like the earlier era of boxing, it is sudden death (or at least sudden knockout).  In those days, the longer the match went, the competitors tended to take more chances.  Matches would often end with a successful haymaker or as the result of a wild miss followed by an effective counter punch.

When Dustin Johnson lined up on the tee on the first extra hole, you knew he had decided to go for broke.  It turned out to be a one-two punch for the ages. Taking a shortcut over the lake which abuts the 90-degree dogleg in the 18th fairway, Johnson landed just 90 yards from the pin which was 470 yards from the tee.  A  quick jab stopped within three feet of its mark.  A near gimme birdie and the match was over.

Throughout the day both players appeared to be down for the count.  Both bounced back and battled gallantly until the end.  Now that’s what I call a real heavyweight prize fight sans bloody cuts or bruises.  And the only weight that mattered in this tale of the tape was that of the heart.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

Sir, You Are No Bo Jackson

 

My head is spinning.  Why?  Because there is a story to tell and there are so many ways to approach it, I have no idea which path is the best to take.  So forgive me if this post seems somewhat disjointed.

The working title for this article was originally, “The Wrong Analogy.”  It was triggered by the constant comparison by journalists and pundits of the Trump experience to that of Richard Nixon.  Even Hillary Clinton took the opportunity during her commencement address at Wellesley College to remind graduates of the coincidence of her twice speaking on the same stage, as student and now alumna, at the outset of two administrations hurtling towards a disastrous conclusion.  (I can hear Carl Jung whispering, “Synchronicity strikes again!”)

Putting aside Trump’s possible charges of obstruction of justice or worse, I cannot help but wonder if a better analogy for the disarray on Pennsylvania Avenue is the presidency of Jimmy Carter (1977-1981).  When the former peanut farmer turned Georgia governor announced his candidacy on December 12, 1974,  a full two years before the election, it too was considered a joke.  As late as January 1976, Carter was the choice for the party’s presidential nomination of only four percent of registered Democrats.  However, as documented in Jules Witcover’s excellent recounting of the 1976 election–Marathon: The Pursuit of the Presidency 1972-1976–Carter beat the odds and took office on January 20, 1977.

Image result for jimmy carter cabinetAlthough Carter had both political and military experience, having graduated 60th out of a class of 820 from the U.S. Naval Academy, the new president was also viewed as a Washington outsider.  His peers had little confidence in his leadership ability as noted by his failed attempt to garner support to serve as chairman of the National Governors Association in 1972.  And like Trump, he surrounded himself with a cadre of very close friends and associates who were tagged “the Georgia mafia.”  For example, Carter picked Griffin Bell, someone who grew up in Americus, Georgia, 10 miles away from the president’s home town of Plains.   And many of his closest advisers, such as Hamilton Jordan and Jody Powell, were holdovers from the campaign staff (sound familiar?).  The most documented of Carter’s ill-advised personnel decisions (including an article in the October 2008 Harvard Business Review titled, “Jimmy Carter’s Biggest Management Mistake”) was when he selected Frank Moore, his legislative coordinator in Georgia, to serve the same role in Washington.

It did not end well.   On July 18, 1979,  all 13 cabinet members and 18 of Carter’s personal assistants submitted their resignations, giving the President an opportunity to completely reshape his team.  Despite the shake-up, Carter lost re-election in 1980 by a landslide to Ronald Reagan.

But that’s not what I came here to talk about.  The idea for the subject of today’s tweet “Sir, You Are No Bo Jackson” came to me while reading Harold Guskin’s book How to Stop Acting: A Renown Acting Coach Shares His Revolutionary Approach to Landing Roles, Developing Them and Keeping Them Alive.  His advice to clients when approaching an audition is to surprise the casting director, give them something they do not expect.

Easier said than done.  Just ask Michael Jordan.  After nine years of being the best player in the National Basketball Association, Jordan tried his hand at professional baseball.  After the 1994 season with the Double-A Birmingham Barons, in which he batted .202 with three home runs and 11 errors, Jordan hung up his mitt and returned to the Chicago Bulls.  It is the rare individual who can shift careers in mid-stream and succeed at the highest level in both.

Two examples come to mind.  In sports, the ultimate two-sport success was Vincent Edward “Bo” Jackson.  He is the only player ever to be named to the all-star teams in both Major League Baseball and the National Football League.  Sadly, Jackson’s career was cut short as the result of a hip injury during an NFL playoff game in January 1991.

The second is the”over-rated” Meryl Streep.  From 1977 to 1988, she was every casting director’s actor of choice for the most demanding dramatic female leads in movies such as The Deerhunter, Kramer vs. Kramer, Sophie’s Choice, Silkwood, Out of Africa, Ironweed and A Cry in the Dark.  When New York Times film critic Pauline Kael complained Streep “needs to Image result for death becomes her meryl streepgiggle more and suffer less,” her response was to go against type with four straight comedic performances–She Devil, Postcards form the Edge, Defending Your Life and Death Becomes Her.  In December 2006, Nina Easton of the Los Angeles Times described Streep’s transformation as follows.

Whether her motives come from an inner drive, or are the result of the air quality around her, Streep–for now at least–is adding a new chapter to her career. She has turned the page on Lindy Chamberlain, the persecuted Australian mother in “Cry in the Dark”; on Helen, the ragged transient in “Ironweed”; on the death camp survivor Sophie in “Sophie’s Choice”; on Baroness Karen Blixen in “Out of Africa”; on Joanna Kramer, the conflicted mother in “Kramer v. Kramer.”

Jimmy Carter could not turn that page.  Nor to date has Comrade Trump.  And among all the things His Orangeness declares “are much harder than anyone thought,” this has proven to be the most difficult so far.

Wednesday Morning Transcript

Republican hypocrisy just shifted into warp drive.  Consider the following comments from Arizona Republican Congressman Trent Franks.  In response to a question about Russian hacking during the 2016 election, Franks replied:

But the bottom line, if they succeeded – if Russia succeeded – in giving the American people information that was accurate, then they merely did what the media should have done. (Source: MSNBC, December 29, 2016)

Compare that to his denunciation of sources who are providing inside information about the Trump/Russia connection and White House dysfunction.

These incessant leaks are becoming so pernicious and corrosive to the success of government and the public’s ability to trust in it. The leaks are becoming more dangerous than the substance of what is being leaked. (Source: The Hill, May 26, 2017)

Waitress, can I have a side order of a “hill of beans” to go along with these Franks?  And make it a big one, a REALLY big one.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP