Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Thursday, March 22, 2012

On Etch-a-Sketch Metaphors and Scott Norwood

A lot is being said about yesterday's gaffe from a Romney campaign spokesperson. It was definitely a bad moment for him. But a greater indictment is due his team.

Let us recall Scott Norwood in 1991, hooking that field goal attempt wide right, resulting in the Buffalo Bills's loss in Superbowl XXV to the New York Giants. Norwood became infamous, known far and wide as the guy who "lost" the game for the Bills. However, I'd like to point out that if the Bills team had played a decent game that day, the final moments never would have come down to that one kick -- if the Bills offense had showed up and played well, there would have been no need for an entire game to rest on a singular effort from one guy who had always been a consistent and high scorer for his team. Norwood was an excellent kicker who hoofed a rare dud. He did not deserve to be a scapegoat.

And in the case of what could end up being a defining moment in the Romney campaign, I'd like to point out that Eric Fehrnstrom's gaffe would not be as huge as it is if it weren't for one great vulnerability on the part of the Romney campaign: where the whole Bills team played a poor game on that day in 1991, Romney suffers from another problem, and that is that what Fehrnstrom said is true. If the metaphor didn't work so well, few people would have latched onto the comment. But it was perfect. It was true.

Yes, it was incredibly stupid for Fehrnstrom to tell the truth. That was a mistake, just as it was a failure on the part of Norwood to hook that kick to the right. But neither shortfall would have mattered if there weren't already some larger problem in the air.

One team's poor performance. One candidate's desperate willingness to say whatever he thinks will make people support him on a given day, whether or not he really believes it. And then along came the scapegoats: Scott Norwood with his one bad kick; and Eric Fehrnstrom, who picked the wrong day to be honest (well, that and he works for a soulless asshole).

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

32 Years Ago...


A beautiful moment, all by itself. It was a great Olympic Games and an incredible season of hockey (especially if you lived in hockey country!). A miracle of a team. The memory of that final game, all these years later, still gives me chills.

But I cherish that final game even more since it ended up being one of the last really wonderful days I spent at my grandparents' house while they were both hale and hearty. Three months later, my grandmother suddenly dropped dead while out mowing her lawn. And less than a year after that, my grandfather succumbed to what I think was, more than anything else, a broken heart.

Both of them were beautiful people and might well have served as molds for the classic, indulgent, loving, yet gently steering grandparents. They spoiled their grandkids (Grandpa was always ready for a game of cribbage, Grannie for a game of scrabble, and there was, without fail, cocoa and buttered toast for breakfast). They bickered with each other (with great affection), and hosted epic family Sunday dinners. Getting to go to their house for weekend sleepovers was always an opportunity to be snatched up without hesitation. And being there to celebrate the American hockey team's victory was exhilarating.

That hockey game was a truly beautiful moment in time.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Catching up

I had a busy Sunday yesterday, which didn't include watching the Superbowl (or even the Puppybowl, which has been my preference pretty much ever since the Bills lost four straight). There was just too much other stuff going on! But I do like to stay on top of all the hype and silliness, so it was nice this morning to find this quick summary of all that I'd missed.

Update: more here!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Roger Clemens

Why has the drug use of a man who plays a game become a Congressional problem?

Sorry baseball fans, but from the Mitchell Report to today's hearings, this all strikes me as a colossal waste of our legislature's time.

It's baseball. Not foreign policy. Not the world economy. Not health care reform.

They're talking about overgrown boys who knock around a ball. Of course they take drugs -- look at what a ridiculous amount of money is paid to the hottest players! Many of them will do whatever it takes to get the big paycheck. There's no mystery here. The game is corrupt as hell and it will stay that way as long as people continue to subsidize those gazillion-dollar salaries.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Sunday, February 4, 2007

News Flash

God doesn't care who won the Superbowl.

Why do you think he/she/it would care?

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Hunter Kelly

I only just learned of the death of Hunter Kelly this morning while getting caught up on some of my favorite blogs. He lived longer than any other kid with Krabbe disease, and his parents have devoted a lot of time to raising awareness of, and money for research into, the disease. I am sorry for the Kelly family's loss and hope that they find some comfort in knowing that they've helped out countless others through their foundation and resulting screening program. Jim Kelly was one of the last great athletes to play for my favorite team before my interest in pro football was replaced by dispair over the way greed and circus freaks have taken over the game (I'll be back when the rosters are cut in half and a player's contract lasts longer than "until I can shake the fans down for even more shekels"). Jim has always been a class act and an asset to Buffalo, on and off the field.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Roberts

He's a disappointing choice for a lot of reasons. But, determined to find something nice to say about the guy, I did a bit of digging and happily found something pretty quickly: he's a Buffalo Bills fan. :-)