Month: June 2008 (Page 2 of 2)

It’s Over. Finally.

Finally, a little political talk.

(The Obamas sully the presidency, and demonstrate their hatred for America, with their offensive fist-bump.)

I have to admit, as interested and involved as I’ve been in the contest this year, I largely tuned it out following the Indiana primary last month. I was frustrated with the tone the Democratic race was taking, and fearful it would continue to get nastier and nastier, potentially sapping the eventual nominee’s strength for the fall. Also, I did not want to come out of the process hating the Clintons. A good friend of mine, who is a Republican, teased me a few weeks back by saying, “See, this is what we’ve been saying about them for years!”

Fortunately things have calmed down and Barack can now focus his energies (and Steve Jobs-like Reality Distortion Field – he is a Mac user, you know) on John McCain for the fall.

One thing struck me as I was reading wrap-up pieces last week that attempted to put Obama’s presumptive nomination in perspective: major historic changes almost always have their roots in smaller events that would seem unrelated when they occurred. I believe that Hillary Clinton would have cruised to the nomination had she voted against sending troops to Iraq in 2003. A move most viewed as an effort to insulate herself against charges that she was soft on military/security matters, and thereby making her a stronger presidential candidate down the road, ended up being the opening an up-start like Obama needed to get into the race and gain traction. And while their respective charismas certainly played a role in the final result, their stances on Iraq were the area in which they had the most pronounced policy differences. It remains to be seen how much Iraq, which has kind of become a forgotten war, is an issue in the general election. But it certainly was a turning point in determining who the Democratic nominee is.

Let’s talk about history for a minute. Regardless of you views and who you support, I think it’s a pretty big deal that a black man is one of the two finalists to be president. And had he failed, a woman would have been in his place. We can talk about the progress we’ve made, what still needs to be done, etc. all day. And we can talk about symbolic progress versus real progress. But there is no doubting that we’re breaking through some of the biggest barriers we have left. Soon, no child, regardless of their background, will tell their teachers that they want to be president one day and be laughed at because they are female/black/etc. You may scoff at the real value of that, but I think that’s a huge step in the right direction. When you can inspire kids like that, they may not end up being president, but the limits they put on themselves are raised exponentially.

Along those lines, I loved Barack’s comments over the last month that praised Hillary for making the world a better place for his daughters and giving them the hope that they can do anything they want. I’ve been behind Barack since he entered the contest, but there’s no doubting that statement. It’s easy to buy into the polarized viewpoints of Hillary. But, she has changed the world for all women, whether they are liberals or conservatives or political agnostics. The heat she’s taken over the years will make it easier for the next legitimate female presidential nominee to break through and get people to believe that she can lead the nation. As a father to girls, I’m pleased the gender-based glass ceiling is being chipped away a little more each year.

One thing that gives me hope (if it’s not redundant to say that) about Obama for the fall is that he has grown as a candidate through this process. I think you can make the argument that for all the ill-will generated in the primaries, the process will make him a stronger candidate in the fall. For all the talk that X% of Hillary’s supporters will never support Barack in the fall, I think the overwhelming majority of them will come back to his camp between now and November. Sure, her Appalachian voters, who apparently are the least comfortable people in America with having a person of color represent them, will never come around. And there may be some super bitter folks who decide to stay home. But, again, Clinton and Obama were extremely close on most policy issues. I don’t think you’re going to see him losing large blocks of the Democratic base in the fall.

So obviously I’m very pleased with the result. I’ve said all year that John McCain has a Bob Dole 1996 tinge to him. He’s not a bad man, in fact by many measures he’s an extraordinary man. But I think he’s beyond the window in which he would have been a good president. Especially given his closeness to President Bush. Despite those flaws, and a wealth of factors that seem to point towards an excellent year for Democrats, I believe Barack still has a lot of hard work to do. McCain’s experience argument is compelling. I think it can be countered, but it must be done in an equally compelling and forceful manner. Plus, I believe in our current political environment, voters tend to give the more conservative candidate more leeway. Change is scary, even in an age when the current administration can do little right in the eyes of most Americans. It will take hard work to connect with those voters who may not believe now, and may not be disposed to believing based just on lofty talk and promise for a better future.

I think Barack is up to it, though. Certainly more up to it than John Kerry was. And more up to it than candidate Al Gore was (Of course, regular guy Al Gore would be one of the great presidents ever. Unfortunately, Al Gore is genetically incapable of not tightening up and sabotaging himself as a candidate).

Willie

Not sure if this is sad or hopeful. Willie Aikens will always be one of my favorite 3-4 Royals. And it’s not just becase he hit four home runs in the 1980 World Series.

(As an aside, the ’80 World Series may have been the pinnacle of my kid fandom. It came at the perfect moment in my life: we had just moved to Kansas City, I had the white-hot intense fandom of a nine-year-old, George Brett just dropped one of the greatest years ever on the American League, etc. By 1985, I wasn’t cynical yet, but I wasn’t as single-minded about sports as I was in ’80. When KU won in ’88, I was transitioning into adult fandom. So when I write a book about growing up in the 80s one day, expect lots of references to the Royals-Phillies World Series. Game six was just on ESPN Classic, by the way.)

Nope, I will always love Willie because of something that happened the next spring. Various Royals used to do clinics and autograph signings at Macy’s stores around the city. In the spring of ’81, my mom got me tickets to one at the old downtown store. I remember Jim Frey, the manager of the Royals, was there teaching us how to hit. Some pitcher I don’t remember talked about how to throw a change-up. At some point they announced Willie Aikens would be signing autographs at Bannister Mall later in the day. I gave my mom a pleading look and she gave me the “Yes, we can go there and wait in line too,” nod. Awesome.

So we get to the Bannister Mall and take our place in line and I explained to my mom that we shouldn’t say much to Willie when we got to the table. I had read that he suffered from a really bad stuttering problem and that was why he didn’t talk to the media much. Being a conscientious kid, I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. As we waited, I kept thinking, “Just say please and thank you.”

Finally, our turn came. Willie smiled and said hello and his handler asked what my name was so he could personalize his signature. I spelled it for him, since Jim Frey had signed his picture to “DUSTAN” earlier in the day. Idiot. I was NOT disappointed when his sorry ass got fired later in the year. Anyway, Willie starts to scribble and says, “Are you going to the game tonight?” I’m pretty sure my eyes were the size of saucers. Willie Mays Aikens was talking to me! I stammered out a “No.” Suddenly I was the one who struggled to speak. He asked why and I said because we didn’t have tickets. He laughed and said that was a good reason, then leaned in and beckoned me with his finger. When I leaned in, he mock-whispered, loud enough for people close to us to hear, “You should tell your mom to buy you tickets then.” Everyone laughed, I took my picture, said thank you, and we walked away.

When they make the movie of my life, at this point Willie will slide a couple of primo tickets across the table to me and tell me to enjoy the game on him. I wasn’t quite that lucky, though. I think it rained that night, anyway. The point is, I was super impressed that a guy who allegedly wasn’t comfortable talking to people took 30 seconds to have a conversation with me. That’s a big, fat, huge deal when you’re nine.

And that, my friends, is why Willie Aikens will always be one of my favorite Royals.

Looking For Love

I’ll admit, since April 7, I’ve been wearing a lot of KU gear. I would say 80% of the times I’ve left the house since then, I’ve had some kind of KU shirt on. Generic, Final Four, or National Champions gear. Doesn’t matter as long as it’s KU attire. I figure there’s a limited window in which you can take advantage of your team winning a championship, I might was well milk it for all it’s worth.

Although I just want to spread the brand, as it were, when I go to the grocery store I have ulterior motives. The store we frequent, like many others, hires a lot of people that would have trouble getting jobs elsewhere. My favorite bagger is a guy around my age who is autistic. He’s pretty high functioning, although he’s not the best bagger in the world. Part of the reason for his slowness is that he loves to talk about sports. Each person that comes through his line gets the same set of questions, depending on the season. “Do you like football/baseball/basketball?” An affirmative answer leads to the obligatory local question. “Do you like the Colts/Hoosiers/Boilermakers?” I’ve always enjoyed telling him I’m from Kansas City, which lets him show off that he knows all the teams KC. And he loves asking if your team won their last game, when they play next, and who they play next. Then he shows off by telling you the mascot of the your team’s next opponent. “Oklahoma State? Oklahoma State Cowboys, right!?”

He gets fired up about his teams, too. He’s told me that the Cubs are going all the way this year. Two years ago he told me Purdue football was going all the way. Etc. It’s nice and funny at the same time.

Anyway, I’ve been really fired up about talking to him about the national title game. Each time I go, I wear one of my shirts and look forward to seeing him when I complete my shopping. The only problem is he either has not been working, or has worked another line every time since April. It’s like he knows and is avoiding me. It’s really frustrating. I think Rod would really like to talk about Sherron’s steal and three to cut the lead to four, Memphis’ missed free throws, and of course Mario’s shot.

A couple weeks ago, the entire family was out running errands and I had a KU shirt on. At Old Navy, a woman working asked if I was from Kansas. She said she was from Nebraska and was a big fan of all the Big 8 schools now that she lived in Indiana. I told her I was kind of the same. I wouldn’t say I’m a big fan of the other schools, but when I’m running around town and I see someone with a Mizzou or K-State shirt, I debate whether I should say hello and give them the secret Big 8 handshake. I never do, but I think nice thoughts, which is a lot for me.

From there we went to another store. As we were trying to find decorations for M.’s bike parade at school, an employee walked by and whispered, “Go Kansas!” to me. The woman at Old Navy was probably in her early-mid 40s. This woman was in her early 50s, I would guess. S. gave me a look accused me of just wearing my KU shirts so that older women would hit on me. Now that she’s on to my little game, I guess I’ll have to break out the rest of the summer gear…

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