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Saturday, December 20, 2008

A Very Quiet Week

I had my first full week of freedom from work since last New Years week. I mostly rested as a cold has me feeling crummy and somewhat listless. The weather was largely very poor -- either extremely cold or snowy or windy or, for the most part, all three. This made outdoors activities impossible. I did go out a couple of times for some light meals - once to McDonalds, once to Wendy's (the chili and baked potatoes are always good and tasty), and again on Friday night to The Little Bear Inn, a restaurant located north of town on the way to Chugwater where I had a steak for probably about the first time this year. The restaurant was offering a steak at half-price to anyone born in 1958, the year the restaurant started in business. I got myself a sirloin with a baked potato and it was fine. I do not get to eat steak except on extremely rare occasions and 2009 may be a year where I go without having one. I did not eat a steak in 2006, 2005, or 2004 as I recall with the exception perhaps of a steak taco at Taco Bell, which really does not count.

I did little else during this week but stay home and stay warm. I thought about going to the film The Day the Earth Stood Still that was released in the last couple of weeks, but I never did get to it. Instead, I watched some sports and some movies on the tele, and surfed the 'net. Mostly I rested and got plenty of sleep. I feel better physically as good as I have in quite some time with the chronic aches and pains that have beset me from the physical labor and being on my feet on hard surfaces for hours on end with few breaks, albeit the cold I have keeps me from being 100 %. I did go to the post office and got a Christmas card from my sister L and her family as well as a magazine called "Reminisce" that was enjoyable to read through.

I do not expect much on the job front to emerge until after New Years week. I am largely unoptimistic about anything developing soon. I will get an unemployment check in the coming weeks but it will only be for $143 per weekas the system works in a way not crediting me for my earnings during the third quarter of 2008 which were much greater than what I earned in the prior five quarters in 2007 into 2008. $572 a month will only pay my rent and electric/heat bill and leave very little for anything else.

Saturday I stayed in all day. Breakfast was a couple of bowls of Quaker Oat Squares cereal. It was mostly sunny but very cold with the Arctic Cold Wave back again for an unwelcome encore, although this edition was not as extreme as the one earlier this week. The high temperature stayed in the low teens and it is not expected to get below zero as the wind is belowing ferociously unlike the arctic wave of last week when it was largely calm. The forecast is not positive for the coming days, but at least it will break freezing a couple of times in the coming week and the sun is supposed to be out more often than not.

I watched the first of the many bowl games that will be played in the coming weeks. 34 games are slated for a twenty day period starting today through Thursday 8 January. Most of the games will be okay but nothing noteworthy. The first two today were very good as Wake Forest outlasted Navy in the inaugural Congresssional Bowl from Washington DC; and in the New Mexico Bowl from Albuquerque, Colorado St rallied from being down to overcome Fresno St in a game that was rather entertaining. The late afternoon St Petersburg Bowl was a blowout for South Florida over Memphis, and I am hopeful the Las Vegas Bowl between Arizona and Brigham Young turns out to be close. I also checked in on some college hoops from the MWC as San Diego St and Utah were winners while BYU lost to Arizona St as a last second winning shot by the Cougars was just an instant too late.

As the evening went along, I watched the bowl game as Arizona played well and defeated the Cougars 31-21. And it was most excellent to see the Dallass Cocaineboys go down to defeat yet again which all but ends their playoff aspirations as well as provides a fitting end to that colossus of evil, Texas Stadium.

It was nice to get a text message from my sister M. Later in the evening I talked on the phone with brother HBL for about an hour and watched halfheartedly some rerun movies. I finally went to bed around 4am.

Sunday was a bitterly cold day again with the high temperature struggling to make it to a balmy 21 degrees, but the northwest winds were brutal, pushing the wind chill values to well below zero for the most part. I stayed in and watched the early NFL game between Arizona and New England in blizzard bound Massachusetts until halftime, as the desert birds were annihilated in the outside winter elements. I made it outside around 12:30 to get the Sunday newspaper, and then went over to Shadows to watch the games not being telecast locally which were much better and competitive for the most part. I stayed at the sportsbar until after 5pm following the Broncos lackluster showing and defeat to the Buffalo Bills, the first time Denver has lost a home game to the Bills in over 41 years. I briefly went outside during the early 4th quarter to help a guy jump his truck but we were unsuccessful.

On the way home I made a pitstop at Safeway for the one box of hamburger helper I neglected to get while briefly at Walmart on Friday night. I see gasoline prices are holding steady around $1.30 per gallon which is the least expensive in the nation at this time. I spent the evening watching SNF between Carolina and New York; the New Orleans Bowl between Southern Mississippii and Troy; and the film "Sahara". I had some peach pie for supper as well and did some planning for the upcoming week which will include an eight day stint in Castle Rock to tend to Dave the Dog while my brother and his family travel back east for Christmas.

The evening was quiet otherwise as I enjoyed the solitude and surfed the 'net before retiring around 2am.

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Telling It Like It Is

..From writer Mark Hasuik in his column for The Vancouver Courier on Friday 19 December:

NBA: A Ghetto Gutter Run by Money Grubbers

Mark Hasiuk, Vancouver Courier

Published: Friday, December 19, 2008

Last week, in an interview with ESPN's Bill Simmons, National Basketball Association (NBA) commissioner David Stern made the following admission: "I wish we hadn't had the Vancouver experience," he said. "Great city, and we disappointed them and we disappointed ourselves."

Stern, of course, was referring to the Vancouver Grizzlies basketball franchise, which floundered at GM Place for six seasons before limping off to Memphis in 2001. He regrets not investing more NBA dollars selling basketball to Vancouver sports fans, who are more familiar with slapshots and bodychecks than slamdunks and bounce passes.

Whatever. The Grizzlies sucked. They drafted terrible players, hired terrible coaches and compiled a dreadful 101-359 win/loss record in front of sparse crowds. No amount of advertising could disguise the team's poor performance, which was a key factor in the Grizzlies exodus.

But something else soured local basketball fans, whether they knew or not.

The NBA is America at its worst.

The once proud league, which peaked 20 years ago during the Bird/Magic/Jordan era, has morphed into a reality TV show, where money and image trump teamwork and athletic achievement. Players like Allen Iverson--perhaps the greatest basketball talent of his generation--spend more energy producing sneaker commercials than winning basketball games. NBA players wear saggy shorts, roll in posses and cuss on camera. Television ratings have dropped steadily since 1996. Basketball icons such as Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and the late Red Auerbach have denounced today's players, calling them "thugs" and "bums."

How'd this happen? Who's to blame?

Basketball traditionalists (older white guys) blame the overwhelming influence of hip hop culture in the NBA. But they're wrong.

Hip hop, a cultural movement spawned in 1970s New York, has been dead for years.

It sold its soul to corporate sleaze merchants, who repackage black music for a white suburban consumer base.

Nope, the remnants of hip hop--flamboyant chauvinism, jailhouse lingo, black ink tattoos--didn't kill the NBA. It was New York lawyers like Stern, who cashed in on the athletic ability of young black men while ignoring the social realities of basketball in America.

According to a New York Times report, more than 75 per cent of black American children are born out of wedlock. Most NBA players hail from poor neighbourhoods--and despite token college careers--graduate from broken public school systems. They are often ill-equipped to handle multi-million-dollar contracts, or the expectations of a community desperate for positive male role models. To be fair, the NBA, like other professional sports leagues, is a business. And it's not responsible for the endemic problems of black America. But considering basketball's influence on black popular culture, the NBA has a responsibility to produce a "positive" product, not the ghetto garbage we see today.

Ironically, the greed of Stern and his gang of crafty owners (ubiquitous Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban currently faces insider trading charges) may ultimately rescue the NBA from the gutter. In effort to boost sagging ticket sales and television revenue, the NBA enacted several decrees aimed at polishing its image. The league has issued a "business casual" dress code targeting jewelry, indoor sunglasses and other "thug culture" artifacts. It's established an entry-level age limit of 19 years old, and players are issued "sensitivity" training if they step out of line.

So that's what we're missing, now that the Grizzlies are gone.

This week, hype in Vancouver surrounding Trevor Linden's jersey retirement reached embarrassing levels of idolatry. Linden was a slightly above average player in a town devoid of hockey superstars. But as his jersey was hoisted to the rafters Wednesday night, I couldn't help feel proud that someone like Linden--and his limited statistical success--garnered such public adoration from his adopted city.

Stern can keep his basketball franchise. His NBA cabal doesn't belong around here.

www.markhasiuk.com

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Much of what Hasiuk observes is also very true throughout most of college basketball, and is strongly present in high school basketball. The sport of basketball is largely morally corrupt and without heart and soul.

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