Category Archives: Sport

The Celtics

Beltane                                                Waning Planting Moon

Just watched the Celtics beat the Lakers.  A good run in the fourth quarter by the Celtic bench, no, make that a great run, to take the Celtics from four points down to as much as 11 up.  I don’t watch much basketball anymore, my street cred as a Hoosier slipping further and further away.  This finish made me remember why basketball is such a dynamic, fun to watch game, even on television.

The only thing you don’t get on television is the size, the astonishing size of the players.  Like the pro football players these folks are in a class of humans that occupy the extreme of the bell curve in height, weight and athletic ability.  Us 5 feet 7 inch guys literally don’t measure up.

It’s been a long time since I watched any sport other than football.  Like tonight I’ll catch part of a basketball game, the end of the 500 mile race, maybe one of the triple crown races with Kate.  During the winter olympics I watch a few things like the skiing events and the luge, maybe something else like biathlon and in the summer olympics I like track and field events like the dashes, the shorter distance races, long jump, pole vault, sometimes the basketball, other than those not much.

This is a culture change from my Indiana days when I used to watch basketball, especially college basketball, baseball, racing.  Other things to do.

Food and Philosophy

Imbolc                                    Waxing Wild Moon

There and back.  To the grocery store.  Where, as I wandered the aisles, I got a feeling of wanting to eat a better diet.  Again.  This is not new.  It comes and goes.  Sometimes I eat great, other times I just eat.  Today I picked up some Cara Cara Navel Oranges.  I discovered them last week by accident. Boy are they good.  They look sort of like grapefruit (big chunks in the pieces), but taste almost like sweet tangerines.

On the way and back I listened to a lecture on Aristotle.  I know, I said I was fed up with this stuff, but, apparently not. Aristotle was hard for me when I studied him back in 1965.  He seems clearer to me now, more reachable.  His stuff makes more sense, but it isn’t as beautiful as Plato, nor as thought provoking.  At least to me.

The US lost to Canada in the gold medal hockey game.  Good.  When we rack up too many medals in either the summer or winter olympics, I don’t think it does our international reputation any favors.  Losing a few big ones, while devastating to the individual athletes, or team in hockey’s case, perhaps, the resulting good will is better for us.  Still, I’m proud we did well.

TV, Movies, Sports

Imbolc                                            Waxing Wild Moon

The moon hangs, almost full, high in the southeastern sky tonight, Orion off to the west, heading toward his fade out from winter, small glints of ancient light on an equally ancientrail through the universe.  He’ll be back next year.

A little bit of short track, a hunk of bobsled and that was all the olympics for me tonight.  I watched State of Play, a not too bad movie with Ben Affleck, Rachel McAdams, Russell Crowe and Helen Mirren.  It had its convolutions, turning around near the end, coming out headed in the reverse direction of its beginning.  That was fun.

I also watched the pilot for Caprica, the show set 58 years before the Cylon destruction of the Colonies, the beginning of the recently ended Battlestar Galactica series.  I was skeptical.  The clever plotting and strong characters of its parent would not be matched in this spinoff.  I was wrong.

In the pilot they show the origin of the Cylon centurions and the “skin-job” robots of which there are many copies. It comes from the arrogation of creative power by a young girl and her charge ahead without thinking Dad.  She’s killed and he wants to be bring her back through use of a software program she designed to replicate a person.  It’s in that process that the Cylon’s begin.  It’s a good, believable and original way to get to the revolution that began Galactica.

Bald Guys Are Athletic, too.

Imbolc                                            Waxing Wild Moon

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.” – Albert Einstein

I don’t know who this guy is and I don’t care.  I just love the fact that there is a bald athlete competing in the games.  This guy gives me hope.  2014 here I come.

The games don’t last forever, do they?  Or does it just seem like it?  Some of these sports I enjoy, but two full weeks of reruns?  Geez.

The quote by Einstein is one of my favorites.  I have it on a t-shirt that a different sized me used to wear a lot.  When you think about it, knowledge is useless without imagination.  I mean, what would you do with all those climate statistics if you couldn’t drive the conservatives crazy with them by imagining a cooked planet?

Lets hope the Democrats in Congress grow some balls and pass some health care legislation.  Pull private health insurance out of the cold dead hands of the right wing nut jobs and stick it where it belongs.  C’mon.  Use your imagination.

Latin and Asia

Imbolc                                   Waxing Wild Moon

Kate and I reviewed our work on chapter 5 in Wheelock this morning.  Then 2,000 words on the novel after the nap.  Workout.  Sierra Club legcom conference call.

I’ve been reading my fourth Qiu Xiaolong mystery, The Red Mandarin Dress.  These are Chief Inspector Chen novels, set in today’s Shanghai.  They are interesting mysteries, but even more, they are a window into the struggle between the Maoist era and the contemporary one, a period when revolution ruled the land transformed into one in which to get rich is glorious.  These are not easy transitions and they have happened in the blink of an eye in the long history of China.

Asian art and asian culture, especially Chinese history, philosophy and literature have, for a long time, had my attention.  In my volunteer work at the MIA I have been allowed to indulge my interest in Chinese, Japanese and South Asian art.  This has led to more and more time with asian history, especially Chinese and Chinese poetry.  A casual tinkerer in these vast domains, I have only skimmed the top of a way of life radically different from our own, Western culture, yet, even with its differentness, still more like us than not, the human experience inflected, not the human experience transformed.

As I’ve watched the Winter Olympics, it doesn’t take a scholar to notice that its largely a northern hemisphere event.  Yes, there are the odd Australians, New Zealanders, but for the the most part it’s North America, Europe and the Asian countries.  Just another way in which we are more like than unlike.

An Andover Olypmics?

Imbolc                                      Waxing Wild Moon

The winter olympics could have been held in Andover this year.  If we had any mountains.  We’ve had snow and cold, the key ingredients.  Also, Lindsey Vonn and her husband could have stayed in Burnsville instead of Olympic Village, maybe gotten a few runs in at her home hill, Buck Hill.

Well, it’s the olympic world’s loss.

(Yayoi Kusama
Untitled, 1967
Barbara Mathes Gallery, New York)

Kate made my/our favorite cookies today.  She also made chicken schnitzel and a warm potato salad with sweet onions last night.  Boy was that good.  All that and she cooks, too.

Chapter 6 of Wheelock is under my belt and Kate’s working on it right now.  We’re skipping this week so she can catch up.

I don’t have a tour this Friday, but I do have a Legcom meeting on Wednesday and the docent discussion group tomorrow, focusing on how to discuss contemporary art.  This conversation will be led by an educator from the Walker, a connection made by Allison.  Should be a big help for the contemporary art exhibition:  Up Until Now, coming later this spring.

Guts and Points

Imbolc                                    Waxing Wild Moon

Lindsay Vonn under the wild moon in Vancouver.  What a performance.  I referred a few weeks back to Michael Jordan’s game against Utah in the NBA finals.  He had the flu, was obviously sick, but put up a triple double and da Bulls won the game.  This was better.

Vonn, skiing with a deeply bruised shin, plummeted down the 1.8 mile long, rock hard ice of the Olympic downhill course, favoring her right leg, favoring it so that she took the weight on her inside leg in turns and even skied the last several yards to the finish line on one ski.  Imagine the physics of that.  And won the gold.

I don’t know if anything in sport is actually heroic, but this run was a monster testament to the human spirit, the will to win and the ability to block out pain when in pursuit of a goal.  Her reaction at the bottom matched her run.  She jumped, squeaked, pounded her fists in the air, lay down, cried, ran to her husband to cry some more, smiled and made others smile and cry along with her.  And to think she learned to ski at Buck Hill.  Go Minnesota.

The flying tomato deserves a nod, too.  I don’t know whether snowboard half-pipe is a sport, but it’s certainly athletic and Shaun White, he of the long red hair and the dazzling smile, showed the heart of a champion.  He won the competition on his first run with a 45+ score out of 50 without laying down his public secret trick, a 1280 Double McTwist.  On his second run, when he could have coasted, instead he took his last run up the pipe to launch, execute and land this trick.  I saw it and I don’t get it, but the crowd and the judges did.  He got a 48.4 on his final run.  In other words, he increased his score after he had already won the gold.  An entertainer.

America the society is in fine shape! America the polity most certainly is not.

Winter                                   Waxing Cold Moon

OK.  The Cold Moon has finally risen on its namesake air temps.  8 this morning.  It’s a clear day after a small snowfall yesterday.

If I were to put my finger on one thing to account for the Viking’s loss Sunday, discounting the six turnovers, it would be the 12 men in the huddle call that put them out of field goal range with 28 seconds left.  That’s a coach thing.  In spite of a spectacular job of recruiting personnel, we have the best overall players at many positions–8 Vikes in the ProBowl–the on the field decision making by coaches still leaves something to be desired.  I don’t know what it is, but it seems apparent.

The Democrats need to grow some cojones and pass healthcare reform.  Whining because you’ve lost a super majority makes no sense.  They still have an 18 vote majority.  Use it or deserve to lose it.  We need leadership and decision making, not caviling and cajoling.

I read a very interesting analysis of our political system a few days back that jolted me.  Printed in the Atlantic it shows our system has big  problems, based largely on the shift of populations since the early days of the colonies:

How America Can Rise Again

“We are now 200-plus years past Jefferson’s wish for permanent revolution and nearly 30 past Olson’s warning, with that much more buildup of systemic plaque—and of structural distortions, too. When the U.S. Senate was created, the most populous state, Virginia, had 10 times as many people as the least populous, Delaware. Giving them the same two votes in the Senate was part of the intricate compromise over regional, economic, and slave-state/free-state interests that went into the Constitution. Now the most populous state, California, has 69 times as many people as the least populous, Wyoming, yet they have the same two votes in the Senate. A similarly inflexible business organization would still have a major Whale Oil Division; a military unit would be mainly fusiliers and cavalry. No one would propose such a system in a constitution written today, but without a revolution, it’s unchangeable. Similarly, since it takes 60 votes in the Senate to break a filibuster on controversial legislation, 41 votes is in effect a blocking minority. States that together hold about 12 percent of the U.S. population can provide that many Senate votes. This converts the Senate from the “saucer” George Washington called it, in which scalding ideas from the more temperamental House might “cool,” into a deep freeze and a dead weight.

The Senate’s then-famous “Gang of Six,” which controlled crucial aspects of last year’s proposed health-care legislation, came from states that together held about 3 percent of the total U.S. population; 97 percent of the public lives in states not included in that group. (Just to round this out, more than half of all Americans live in the 10 most populous states—which together account for 20 of the Senate’s 100 votes.) “The Senate is full of ‘rotten boroughs,'” said James Galbraith, of the University of Texas, referring to the underpopulated constituencies in Parliament before the British reforms of 1832. “We’d be better off with a House of Lords.”

The decades-long bipartisan conspiracy to gerrymander both state and federal electoral districts doesn’t help. More and more legislative seats are “safe” for one party or the other; fewer and fewer politicians have any reason to appeal to the center or to the other side. In a National Affairs article, “Who Killed California?,” Troy Senik pointed out that 153 state or federal positions in California were at stake in the 2004 election. Not a single one changed party. This was an early and extreme illustration of a national trend…

I started out this process uncertain; I ended up convinced. America the society is in fine shape! America the polity most certainly is not. Over the past half century, both parties have helped cause this predicament—Democrats by unintentionally giving governmental efforts a bad name in the 1960s and ’70s, Republicans by deliberately doing so from the Reagan era onward. At the moment, Republicans are objectively the more nihilistic, equating public anger with the sentiment that “their” America has been taken away and defining both political and substantive success as stopping the administration’s plans. As a partisan tactic, this could make sense; for the country, it’s one more sign of dysfunction, and of the near-impossibility of addressing problems that require truly public efforts to solve.”

Vikings Lose. And, It’s OK.

Winter                                   Waxing Cold Moon

And mighty Casey had struck out.  Vikes lose 31-28.

It was a good ride this year.

Brett Favre’s 40th year will go down in story and in record books, but I will remember him most for this last game.  It reminded me of Michael Jordan playing sick against Utah in Game 5 of the 1997 NBA championship.  Favre went out again and again after several terrible hits, at one time lying prone on a blue bench as the crowd screamed above him, the trainer taping his left ankle with a saran wrap like wrap then an ace-like bandage.  He went back out.  He led a touchdown drive which tied the game in the closing minutes.  He almost put us in position to kick the winning field goal but threw across the grain to a receiver on the left side of the field.  Interception with 13 seconds left.

In overtime the Saints moved the ball poorly, but got some good breaks and their second year kicker put a line drive through the goal posts and the Saints go to the Superbowl.

Yes, we had 6 turnovers, four fumbles and two interceptions.  In spite of them we battled to the end and I’m proud to say today that I’m a Viking fan.  They played hard, they played well.  I think they may have tried too hard in the end.

Even so, thanks guys, for an entertaining season.

I’m not a big sports fan, though the Vikings caught my attention wholeheartedly this year.  I can remember a few major stars:  Sandy Koufax, Maury Wills, Bob Cousy, Parnelli Jones, Jack Brabham, Magic Johnson, Kareem but the two stand outs for my money are Michael Jordan and Brett Favre.

When the whole Favre brouhaha got started, I said any wins we got with him would be tainted.  I was wrong.  He played as a Viking.  He played as a guy who loved the game.  He played at an exceptional level, too.  I’m glad I got to watch him this year, even if it turns out to be his last.

The Express

Winter                                Waxing Cold Moon

Just watched The Express, the story of Ernie Davis, the first African-American Heisman Trophy winner.  It was heartfelt, but long.  The story though is compelling, a black athlete growing up as Martin Luther King became prominent, a young man finding his identity both as a man and as a football player.  It has a dark side, too.  His eventual diagnosis of leukemia, coming right on the heels of his signing with the Cleveland Browns.  He died the next year, 1963.