Month: May 2013 (Page 2 of 2)

Farewell, Sir Alex

There are some soccer fans amongst my regular readers, so that gives me freedom to write about the massive news from Manchester: Sir Alex Ferguson is retiring as manager of Manchester United.

I hate ManU, and by association, I hate Sir Alex. I came by my hate honestly. When I was first discovering European soccer in 1994-5, ManU star Eric Cantona took his infamous flying kick at a. That’s all I needed to put the Red Devils in the hate column and they’ve been there ever since. I have learned to grudgingly respect Sir Alex and ManU. But as I became more interested in English soccer and adopted Arsenal as my club1 there was never a chance I would hop on the ManU bandwagon like so many other Americans have done.

But good grief! Twenty-six years, 13 league titles, two European titles. He stayed and imposed his will on the entire organization in a way that rarely happens any more anywhere. ALl while speaking in his impenetrable Glasgow accent. Gregg Popovich of the San Antonio Spurs is the most similar American example. But as central Popovich is to the Spurs’ success, I don’t think he is a Mt. Rushmore coach the way Ferguson was. Great coach, absolutely. Under-appreciated, for sure. But I don’t think he’s in the discussion as the greatest ever the way Sir Alex is.

The manager/coach tends to be the most expendable element of an organization’s success. If things are going poorly, often the simple, obvious way of fixing things is sacking the manager, to use a British term. ManU had very few lean years, but Alex navigated Arsenal’s run of success, the emergence of Chelsea and Manchester City, and countless egos on ManU’s roster to always kept them in the running for the league title and playing deep into the Champions League tournament.

Manchester United was, until a few weeks ago, the biggest and most valuable soccer club in the world.2 Their money went a long way towards building and sustaining their success over the past 26 years. But even with all that money and talent, I don’t think they would have been nearly as successful without Sir Alex chomping his gum on the sidelines.


  1. All because of reading Fever Pitch. And it’s been a pretty weak adoption. I hope Arsenal does well but I don’t follow their scores or their place in the league table terribly closely. 
  2. Barcelona finally passed them up. 

Fixing The NBA Draft

I’ve been working on this post for several days. At one point, I had a coherent central theme to write around. Unfortunately I was in the shower or at Target or doing some other thing where I could only think about it rather than enter the words into a text application. Thus, I fear, it’s turned into a hot mess.

Anyway, some thoughts on who should be eligible to declare for the NBA draft.


Marcus Smart is an idiot.

Marcus Smart is a genius.

The fantastic Oklahoma State point guard turned down a sure-thing, top five pick in next month’s NBA draft to return for his sophomore season. In doing so he made an awful choice. And a terrific choice.

He’s an idiot because he’s turning down ridiculous money with no guarantee it will still be there in a year. Knees get wrecked, achilles blow out, or crazy things can happen off the court to end a career. Hell, maybe he’s still very good but doesn’t show marked improvement next year and suddenly people are talking about how he’s already peaked.1

He’s a genius because he is deferring that massive payday to stay with his brothers at OSU and enjoy another year of college basketball. He is the rare, ultra-talented player who is willing to put the NBA on hold, which is great for the college game.

I hate that kids like Smart have to make this choice. But I’m also dead-set against forcing kids to stay in college any longer than they want/need to be. I don’t think there should be an age limit for NBA eligibility.

That’s not to say I don’t wish there was an age limit. Both college and professional basketball would be better if players had to spend one, two, or even three years in college honing their craft. Jordan did. Ewing did. Olajuwon did. It worked out ok for them.2

It would also be better for the fans and take pressure off of players who entered college with great expectations but might need two or three years to be physically, emotionally, and mentally prepared for the pro game.

If you criticize a system, you have to have a plan to fix it. I have a few ideas. I’ll allow up front that my plan is far from exhaustive. It shouldn’t be viewed as a complete, final proposal for how to fix the NBA draft. But it’s a place to start talking.


First, a player is eligible to be drafted by an NBA team if he turns 18 in the calendar year of the draft and has graduated from high school, or earned the equivalent of a high school diploma. I know, I said no age limit. But there has to be a floor so teams aren’t tempted to draft high school sophomores and hang on to their rights.3

Second, any college player can declare for the draft without losing their collegiate eligibility. They do not have to remove their names from the draft by a certain date, or even at all. They can even be drafted and still be eligible to play in college the following year. Until they sign a professional contract, they retain the option of returning to college, provided they maintain academic eligibility and don’t take money from an agent.4 College coaches will hate this. But they are the same assholes who can yank a kid’s scholarship if they recruit someone better, and leave players in limbo when they decide to chase a better job. Give the kids some protection.5

Once drafted, a player is under no obligation to sign with a team. If Johnny Jumpshot, a sophomore, doesn’t get picked until the second round by Minnesota and he doesn’t want to A) sign a non-guaranteed contract5 or B) play in Minnesota, he can go back to school. The catch for the player is the team that drafts them retains their rights until the following draft.

The catch for the team is that they must declare their intention on the player prior to the second year’s draft. If they draft a player and he returns to school, before the next draft they must A) sign him to a guaranteed contract lasting a minimum of two years at the average rate of the last five picks of the previous draft’s first round picks or B) renounce their claim and return him to the draft pool, where any team can select him. If they chose option B and Team 2 selects the player in the first round, Team 1 receives Team 2’s second round pick in that draft.

After each year’s draft there will be a four week window, ending in late July, in which players and teams can negotiate and determine what their relationship will be during the up-coming season. By the end of that period, a player must have either signed with an NBA team or elected to return to school. Once this period closes, teams can no longer trade the rights to players. They’re stuck together until the following June’s decision period.

That gives Minnesota four weeks to try to talk Johnny into coming to Minneapolis, or move him to another team where he is more interested in playing. And it prevents dramas from dragging into the fall. NBA franchises will know who will report to training camp and college coaches will know who to expect back for Midnight Madness.

Suddenly ESPN has some built-in, summer hoops excitement as draft picks and NBA teams are haggling while college fans cross their fingers that their guys turn down offers and come back for another year.

So, let’s say Johnny doesn’t sign with Minnesota and returns for his junior year of college. Now what? He can sign with Minnesota before the draft for the two-year option, refuse to sign and throw his hat back in the draft and be selected by any team without penalty, or return to college for his senior year.

Like I said, this is a preliminary idea, full of holes. As I’ve read through it, I’ve made major changes three times already. I see a few major issues that would need to be addressed immediately. But you have to start somewhere.

College will still lose players to the pros early. But this might cut down on that exodus a little. It reduces the pressure that a super-talented player must go pro because everyone expects him to. It gives them the option of truly determining their value and then choices on how to leverage that value. It gives teams a chance to grab talent before it peaks at a reduced rate. And it has a central point that might not make both sides happy, but at least protects each of them.

I don’t think we’ll ever see another Ralph Sampson, who played all four years at Virginia despite likely be the #1 pick each year he was eligible for the draft. But maybe we’ll see more Marcus Smarts who are willing to put being a pro off just a little longer.


  1. Not bloody likely, but there is a chance. 
  2. Kobe didn’t. KG didn’t. LeBron didn’t. I know. 
  3. Not that they would in the NBA, where there are only two rounds in the draft. That would be a waste in a system where there are limited opportunities to acquire young, cheap talent. 
  4. Part of this plan is the NCAA must allow college players to receive advice from agents. No money can be exchanged, but it’s criminal and immoral that the NCAA doesn’t let players get professional advisors when determining their futures. 
  5. That idea alone guarantees that the NCAA will never go along with anything resembling this plan. The last thing they are concerned about are the players, errrrr, scholar athletes. 

Books

Gone Girl – Gillian Flynn.

I figure a lot of you have read this, or have plans to. Flynn is arguably the master of popular fiction right now. She writes fantastic stories that get great reviews and sell a lot. So I'll take this is another direction.


I admit I became a fan of Flynn because of her biography. She is a Kansas City native and University of Kansas graduate. It helps that she’s written three fantastic novels. But sharing that common background is what first drew me to her books.

Flynn and I are the same age. We arrived on campus at KU in the same steamy, late summer days of 1989. So each time I read one of her books, I’m thinking two things. A) Why the hell haven’t I written three best-selling novels? B) Did our paths ever cross while we were in Lawrence?

The first isn’t worth writing about. I have dreams of writing something that gets published, but it’s not like I’ve slaved over drafts and seen them rejected for the last 20 years. There’s no jealousy of a classmate who made it while I’ve suffered for my art or anything like that.

But that second one can be interesting to explore. What if we were casual acquaintances and, at some point, something I did caught her attention and she tucked it away, pulling it out years later as she was creating a character? She may not have remembered that the trait or mannerism or silly joke originated with me, but still there would be some small part of my DNA in one of her books. That would be kind of cool.

And then there’s the bigger What If. What If we had been more than just classmates or casual friends? What if we had dated? If you’ve never read one of her books, they’re pretty dark and twisted. They aren’t populated by normal, well-adjusted people. What if she created a character that vaguely resembled me? And then what if that person was a total freak, or a murderer, or did awful things to women? Would I be hesitant to share that I had known and dated Flynn years before she was famous if people could connect me with some nutjob in one of her books and wonder, “Gee, is that psycho based on him?”

Silly, I know. But I can’t help but think it. And maybe it’s not so far-fetched. One of my friends from high school who also went to KU had a roommate her freshman year that, ever so slightly, resembled Ms. Flynn. I can’t for the life of me think of that girl’s name, although I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Gillian.

But just for fun, let’s say it was her. Why is that fun? Because this girl had a bit of a crush on me, or so I was told, and I kind of blew her off.1 Then I could say, “You know, a best selling author was totally into me in college. And I blew her off.” Self-mockery is the best mockery.

Finally, there’s another thing I think about while reading Flynn’s books. By all accounts she is a very nice person, true to her Midwestern roots. I greatly admire her ability to write about awful things and remain normal to the outside world.2 That has been a barrier I’ve struggled with when I think about writing fiction to share with others. How do I write about darkness, about the failures of humans, and not have people put that behavior back on me?

Another example: Tom Perrotta is one of my favorite authors. Each of his books is built around infidelity. He is married and has a family. I can’t help but wonder about that. Does this mean he is always thinking about banging the babysitter? Does his wife question him as to whether every book he publishes needs to center on people cheating? If I wrote stories similar to him would people think, “Dude, you might want to chill on the whole “sex with someone other than your spouse” thing in your books,”?

And then there’s Stephen King. I don’t think I could ever write true horror, or even some of the more graphically gory fantasy stuff he’s crafted over his career. Still, if I wrote about a psycho clown that was killing children, would other parents be reluctant to let me be around their kids?

Again, all silly thoughts.

Being a writer requires you to free your mind. You have to be able to take an idea and explore it in any direction until it finds an interesting and entertaining end. As important, though, is the need to free yourself from the expectations and reactions of your readers. You have to trust that they will get that your story is fiction, a product of your imagination. There might be familiar settings and elements in your stories, but they still are rooted in the land of make believe. You have to trust that even if your readers don’t like what you write, or give you uncomfortable, “Sooooo, that was an interesting book…” in response to your work, they still understand that it’s art and not memoir.


Oh, and I loved the book.


  1. That’s right, friends. Me, the guy who complained about never having dates, blew off a perfectly nice girl who showed interest in me. Sadly that wasn’t the first time I did that. Often my misery was self-induced. 
  2. Of course, we have no idea. She could be bat-shit crazy. But that does not come across in interviews. 

Sports Pages

Catching up on some sports stories.


I had a chance to cover a big high school sports milestone last week, but weather kept me from doing it. The coach of one of the softball teams we cover was on the verge of his 600th career win, the most in state history. Twice I had assignments to cover the big win, and twice it poured and rained the games out. He got the win on Friday while I was at the girls’ soccer practices. Oh well.


Good for Jason Collins. Five years ago, or even two, I think I would have written 1000 words about his coming out. But it feels like we’ve come so far in that short span and gays and lesbians, while not exactly embraced by the rest of society, at least have enough acceptance where their fundamental rights as taxpaying citizens in a free society are recognized. I don’t know if the change has been real acceptance, or just the folks who find “gayness” to be weird/ugly/gross based on their personal tastes rather than some religious/moral reasoning have learned to keep quiet. Anyway, I think we’re pretty close to events like Jason Collins or Brittney Griner coming out not being that big of a deal for most Americans.


There was a fantastic piece about Allen Iverson in the Washington Post a week ago. It may come as no surprise to some of you, but his life is a complete mess. To the point where you wonder if he’s going to make it.

Anyway, it kicked off a conversation with my buddy E-bro in ATX about who the most hated superstar in recent memory is. We agreed that A-Rod is probably the only real rival to AI, although as E-bro said, A-Rod is just kind of a douche where AI triggered all kinds of latent (and not so latent) racism in lots of white folks.

He also pointed out that Kobe was awfully close after he was accused of rape. But I think that was for far more legitimate reasons than the hate AI and A-Rod generated. Mike Tyson hits that, too, although I think a lot of people viewed him as a freak show once the docile personality he presented in his early days faded away.

And then there’s Tim Tebow. He is different because he’s not been a superstar in the NFL, but has been the most talked about player since his arrival in the league. He pushes the exact opposite hot buttons that Iverson hit: he’s very white, very religious, very pious. And like Iverson, I think Tebow engenders as much love as hate. He’s just not the best at his sport, which makes all the buzz around him a bit silly.

For the record, I was always conflicted about Iverson. I could have cared less about the tattoos, braids, etc. He was an unbelievable ballplayer who played his ass off during the 48 minutes of just about every game in his career. I always thought that part of him was awesome. But he was clearly already battling demons back then, and the way he lived his life off-the-court wasn’t necessarily the way you would want your kids to live. In other words, he’s human and full of flaws and contradictions. He wasn’t a superman, like Michael Jordan, who kept his foibles and failures hidden behind an iron wall that the media refused to look over.


While we’re on the NBA, I wish I could say I had been watching the playoffs. I was doing well with the Pacers this year, until the NCAA tournament started. That got me off my regular viewing schedule and I’ve never really recovered. Throw in their late-season swoon and I haven’t made the first four games of their series with Atlanta must-see TV. But with the series at 2-2, I may have to start watching.

I did watch some of the Denver-Golden State game Sunday night. I knew Seth Curry had carved out a nice career in the NBA, which was surprising enough. But I had no idea how good he was. He was flipping no-look, finger-tip passes across the court. Tossing side-armed alley-oops. Making steals on the break. And generally looked like a fantastic NBA player. Which I never saw coming. I figured his shooting would keep him in the league for awhile, but I figured he was a step too slow and not physical enough to really emerge as a star. I think he has a little Iverson in him, in that his athletic ability and pure will get him past some of his physical limitations.

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