The Case for Being a “Rational” Sports Fan

 They say that the term “fan” is short for the word “fanatic” or an almost uncontrollable exuberance toward one’s favorite sports team. The common belief is that a “true sports fan” is gleeful when his team wins and suffers great emotional distress when his team loses. The true fan is glued to every pitch, every forward pass, and every shot from inside the blue line. His blood pressure can get quite high during a championship series. Losing a World Series, a Stanley cup or a Super Bowl can cause a “true fan” days or even weeks of depression.

I know because I’ve been there. As a fan I’ve had more than my fair share of positive experiences over my lifetime. As a kid growing up in Omaha I watched the Nebraska Cornhuskers win back to back collegiate national championships. When my kids were youngsters we rooted for the Twins in their 87 and 91 World Series championships. I’ve had the pleasure of cheering on the Packers in their 1997 and 2011 Super Bowl Championships. Most recently the Chicago Blackhawks have won three Stanley Cups in the past six years reaffirming again and again my decision to become a Blackhawks season ticket holder in 2009 when nobody wanted Blackhawks tickets.

The disappointments have been there for me also. I was depressed for a week when the Packers lost to the Broncos in the 1998 Super Bowl. I’m also a member of the world’s most masochistic group of fans on the north side of Chicago. The Chicago Cubs never fail to disappoint having won their last World Series in 1908, six years before Wrigley Field was built.

All of these ups and downs, elation and the sick feeling in my stomach over the past fifteen years have led me to adopt a brand new philosophy toward sports teams and sports in general. My approach is different from most, but for me it makes a lot of sense.

Here’s my take. It’s not my job to support my favorite sports team. The opposite is true. They are here to entertain and please me! So practically speaking how does this work out? If it is a close game or my team is pounding the heck out of their opponent I’m glued to the television. But if the Cubs or Twins are down by six runs in the second inning, I’m shutting the darned television off. I might check the score in an hour or so, but if there’s no improvement I’ve got a million better things to do than watch them choke. The same is true for the Packers, Twins, or Blackhawks. Notwithstanding that they are my favorite teams none of them are worth my personal suffering. It is their job to please by winning the game! It is not my job to dutifully suffer with them when they’re in distress.

There are folks who say I’m a “fair weather fan.” It’s OK with me if you want to use that label. I would instead reply that I’ve grown into a “rational” sports fan that maximizes my delight upon winning and minimizes my costs (irritation, sadness, frustration) if losing. It is the job of my teams to give me “fair weather” every game! I’m also a sports bigamist, rooting for two baseball teams (Twins and Cubs) and two football teams (Packers and Bears). We all lead busy lives with many great ways to spend our time. Fan or not, I’m not going to waste my time watching my favorite multimillionaires stink up the place. After all, where on the ticket is it written that I have to stay for the whole game and suffer? Likewise, where is the implied contract that I have to keep the television on until I’m depressed?  Try my approach. You might be able to stop taking your blood pressure medicine.

Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Premature Death in Atlanta

TURNER FIELD, ATLANTA, GA

TURNER FIELD, ATLANTA, GA

On the weekend of July 18th I attended two baseball games at Atlanta’s Turner Field, home of the national league Atlanta Braves.   I enjoyed the baseball experience, but as is often the case every story has a byline.  In this case it is the upcoming demise of Turner Field itself, first built as an Olympic stadium in 1996 before opening as the home of the Braves in 1997.

Designed by Minnesota based Ellerbe Becket, famous for numerous sports facilities throughout the world, Turner Field is a beautiful place.  Approaching just its 20th year it is a viable, well-constructed venue near downtown Atlanta.  Promises of politicians to revitalize the low income neighborhood around the field have been broken for years.  Nevertheless Turner field is a safe and popular stadium very close to most of Atlanta’s urban residents.

Urban Food Vendors outside Turner Field.

Urban Food Vendors outside Turner Field.

In the shadow of Turner field a friendly, well-spoken woman sells iced water, soft drinks, and snacks to baseball fans who walk by her table.  She’s done this for 15 years and today has the assistance of her granddaughter.  81 times a year she gets this opportunity to make some needed extra income.  She’s not the only one.  The Braves need parking lot attendants, food vendors, security people, janitorial staff and many other people to hold a major league baseball game.  Many of these people have low incomes and live in  the neighborhood surrounding Turner Field.  Most are people of color.  All of these workers are thankful that this part time income can be earned right in their neighborhood.

All of this will end within two years as the Braves and Suburban Cobb County officials have conspired to abandon sturdy, reliable and still modern Turner Field to build a brand new park in the Atlanta Suburbs.   This was done without a single public hearing and without any vote of the people.  The Turner Field vendors and employees living near downtown Atlanta will not have convenient public transportation to work at the new stadium.  Urban jobs will be lost and essential income will vanish for those in the Turner Field neighborhood.  Societal resources will be squandered on a massive scale as hundreds of millions of dollars will be spent to construct new highway infrastructure and build a new ballpark in the suburbs, miles away from the fan base of the Atlanta Braves.

Ironically this entire boondoggle might end up doing in the Braves.  Attendance is already down 4,200 people per game this year.  Will 40,000 fans want to hop in their cars and fight miles of snarling traffic to see the Braves play in a new ballpark in the burbs or will they decide instead to spend their entertainment dollars elsewhere?  I predict an initial “attendance bounce” in the first year or two that the new park is in business.  Ultimately though unless the Braves can put together a team with the dominance they demonstrated in the nineties, Atlantans may well remember the “good old days” before both their Braves and Turner Field suffered a premature death.

Posted in Uncategorized

Reflections on Brasil

father daughter brasilA few months ago I found out that Rotary International was going to hold their annual convention in the city of Sao Paulo, Brasil.  Because I had never been to South America I decided to take an eleven day trip to Brasil.

Brasil is a good country that merits a return trip.  The first four days were spent in Rio De Janeiro with its famous Copacabana and Ipanema beaches.  The last four days were spent in South America’s largest city, Sao Paulo.  Here are some “Don Factoids” you might want to know if you consider a trip to Brasil.

  • Portuguese (not Spanish) is the language of Brasil and few people speak English, so be prepared to struggle a bit when asking directions.
  • Brasilians are friendly and helpful. Even if they can’t answer your question they will give you an apologetic and sincere smile.  Brasilians are very gracious.
  • Clean, potable water. You can drink the tap water, even from public drinking fountains and not get sick.
  • Soccer Fanatics: The recent 7-1 loss to Germany in the world cup is viewed as a national disgrace to be hauntingly remembered and regretted for decades to come.
  • Litter free: The streets have refuse containers every 500 feet and Brasilians use them.  The street department comes by every night around 8pm to collect the trash.  Unlike India, Brasil’s female trash collectors wear makeup.
  • Affordable: Dining and lodging in Brasil are very affordable.  You can get a good, white tablecloth meal consisting of various meats or other fare for around $17 per person.  Hotels are modern and less expensive than comparable accommodations in the USA.
  • The Fruit…THE FRUIT! You’ve never tasted anything like the fruit in Brasil.  It is so fresh that it attacks your taste buds.  When you go in for a mango shake they will squeeze it as you watch.  Brasil has varieties of fruit that we don’t have in the USA.
  • Comfortable in their Own Skin: Brasilians are not ashamed to walk on the beach in a skimpy swimsuit no matter how old, fat or unsightly they are!   There seems to be no vanity on the beach; Brasilians want to enjoy the beach and that’s that.
  • Brasilians might collectively be the best looking people on the planet. I don’t know why, but after a few days of looking at “average” men and women, regardless of age, Brasilians fare very well.  Think about it; when was the last time Miss Brasil didn’t finish in the top 5 of the Miss Universe pageant?
  • Young men have short haircuts and almost never have facial hair. They are handsome and “clean cut”.
  • No Jetlag: While It is 5400 miles (a Ten Hour flight) from Chicago to Rio.  There’s only two hours time difference.  You won’t get jet lagged.

If you are an international traveler it is my opinion that you should consider a trip to Brasil.  You might want to avoid the Olympic congestion in 2016 but otherwise, I think Brasil is a safe, tasty, and beautiful bet.

Posted in Uncategorized

Openers, Madness and the Masters

This blog is written in Minnesota, one of the northern tier of states. Up here winter lasts 5 months at a minimum. I don’t mind winter. The first snowfall is beautiful. The air is crisp and if you dress for it, put the right show tires on it, purchase the right snow blower for it, and have a positive attitude about it, winter is a great season for three months. It’s the last two months that sap your spirit.

Inevitably, by the time you’re in the 5th month of winter the best thing about it is that it finally ENDS! Those in southern climes can’t imagine how excited we are to see spring. But wait; we have no spring, at least as it is in places like Arkansas, the Carolina’s or Oklahoma. The 4th and 5th months of Winter take away our spring and we catapult almost immediately into summer. Furnace one day and air conditioning the next; that’s our Minnesota.

So, if there is no spring what are the Northerner’s harbingers of hope? Our trilogy of winter’s demise is Openers, Madness, and the Masters. This week is the culmination of collegiate basketball’s “March Madness”, the start of the Master’s Golf Tournament in Augusta, GA and the home opener of most teams in Major League Baseball. All three in one week! I’m giddy. Good riddance winter.

march madnessThere are millions of college basketball fans in this country and when 64 teams play in a single elimination tournament over three weeks, almost anything can happen and it usually does. Over 75 million people, a fifth of the US population has filled out a “bracket” for this tournament. Only 4 teams remain and we will have a national champion before the week is over.

mastersFor golfers the Masters Golf Tournament, held at the Augusta National Golf Club, in Augusta, Georgia is THE classic sporting event to usher in the professional golf season. The first of 4 major golf tournaments, this week the 79th annual Masters Tournament gets underway in a place where REAL spring exists. Go for it, golfers! On those thousands of golf courses around the land, take a deep breath, smell the grass, polish up those clubs and get ready for a great year.

The final predictor of winter’s demise is imbedded in the home openers of all teams in Major League Baseball. The rejuvenated Chicago Cubs open at historic Wrigley Fieldernest banks against the St. Louis Cardinals on Sunday night, April 5th where they will honor recently departed “Mr. Cub”, Ernie Banks. The next day the Yanks open against the Blue Jays in the Bronx, while the Brewers open at Miller Park against the Rockies. Our Minnesota Twins open April 13th at Target Field against the Royals. On the first of 182 games, all games are sellouts and every team is in first place. What a blast! I can’t wait to buy my first bag of peanuts from Paul White on the corner of Addison and Clark streets.

My friends, it is now time to put aside all of your trials and troubles and enjoy the end of winter. The joy of boating, golfing, swimming, gardening, and sipping basil lemonade under the outdoor canopy beckons us all.

Posted in Uncategorized

First World Problems

starving
About 3 billion of the world’s 7 billion people struggle to survive, living on less than $1 per day. When these Third World people have problems their very lives are at stake, but we in the “First World” have difficulties also. Here are some of our first world problems.

  • My shower head is leaking
  • My bus is late
  • The Wi-Fi in this café isn’t working
  • I can’t figure out how to transfer my photos from my I-Phone 4S to my I-Phone 6
  • My hair stylist colored my hair too dark
  • I don’t have time to schedule my manicure and pedicure appointments
  • The battery on the garage door opener is dead
  • My Lexus needs another oil change
  • Connecting flights are a pain; I hate it when I can’t fly non-stop
  • Can’t this restaurant serve a warm egg?
  • It’s inhumane to raise turkeys in a building; they should be free range.
  • I need more time to shop!

And perhaps the most important “First World” problem may be the following:

I’ve got all of this stuff so why am I unhappy?

Posted in Uncategorized

PEOPLE BARRIERS

A few weeks ago I was at the Brazilian Consulate in Chicago obtaining a VISA for travel to that country. The Consulate is on the 18th floor of one of Chicago’s many tall buildings. When I walked into the Consulate there was a big room with about 50 folding chairs. The employees of the Consulate sat in booths along one wall; one for visas, one for passports, and one for notary services, etc. The wall consisted of wooden desks, above which was solid glass all the way to the ceiling. With the exception of a small area to slide documents back and forth the employees of the consulate were completely separated from their “customers.” There was not a single Consulate employee in the customer area to give assistance or answer questions from the customers.over_pic1.png

As people approached the window with their requests, many did not have appropriate documentation or were otherwise ill prepared. While moderately courteous, the Consulate staff didn’t display much empathy. The unwritten message from the Consulate employees to their customers was “You either obey my commands by giving me the exact paperwork I want or get the heck out of here and come another day.”

Of course, there are some cases where “floor to ceiling” barriers might be justified like 24-hour pump & pay gas outlets, police stations, and cash facilities in high crime neighborhoods. I’m not convinced that a VISA office needs full barriers.

The Consulate experience got me thinking about the places where I encounter people barriers. The local Social Security Office has floor to ceiling barriers. Bank tellers and DMV employees have “half” barriers, but if I make an appointment with a banker or investment advisor there is no barrier. The jeweler comes out and meets his customer on the floor of his shop, as do almost all retail employees.

Generally speaking I think that people barriers are a harbinger of poor service. When there is a physical barrier between people this tells me that the service agency distrusts the customer and is likely to be less courteous than would otherwise be the case. That’s why you find more people barriers in the government sector than in the private sector. After all, a shop owner can’t afford to alienate his customers, but the DMV employee doesn’t need to give a rip. As far as I am concerned, the fewer the barriers the better.

 

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized

NEVER TOO LATE

Omaha Knights  Circa 1962

Omaha Knights
Circa 1962

My Hero Dave Gordichuk, in Omaha, 1962

My Hero Dave Gordichuk, in Omaha, 1962

When I was an eleven year old cub scout growing up in Omaha my father bought us two season tickets to the Omaha Knights hockey team.  In those days the National Hockey League had only 6 teams so many players who would have been playing in the NHL today did not make the big time.  Dad and I saw some pretty good hockey back then.

There was one player named Dave Gordichuk that I admired above all of the others.  He was handsome, clean cut, a man of few words and in my mind the most perfect human being that God ever created.  As the players entered and left the ice after each period, I was one of the kids who stood behind the rope watching him and hoping that someday I would be that guy.  If Dave had known how much I admired him he probably wouldn’t have believed it.  He was not on the Omaha roster in 1963 so I knew that he had probably returned to Alberta to live his life after hockey.

Professional hockey players have their last names printed on the shaft of their hockey sticks, as they are special orders from the factory.  One day I was walking home from school and I saw a hockey stick poking out of the top of a snow bank.  On the shaft of the stick was the name GORDICHUK.  I couldn’t believe it…one of Gordichuk’s sticks!  To my disappointment the stick was worthless because the blade of the stick had been sawed off and only the shaft remained.  I took it home anyway because it had his name on it.

The other day I started thinking about the days of my youth in Omaha and my hero Dave Gordichuk came to mind.  What happened to him when he went back to Alberta?  Did he have a happy life?  How old is he now?  These questions intrigued me. Then I went to the internet and checked out an old Omaha Knights program and looked at the player roster. The information was sketchy.

Dave Gordichuk.  Right Wing, shoots Left.
Born April 20 1935 in Vegreville, ALTA
Height 6.00, Weight 175

While I was too shy to talk to him then, after multiple internet searches I found his phone number.  Pleasant as I knew he would be, he accepted my call after 54 years.  After leaving hockey Dave returned to Alberta to own and operate a grocery store.  He also served as a Zamboni driver at the local rink!  Most important, Dave has a wife, two daughters and three grandchildren.  I told him that he was my hero when I was eleven years old.  Quiet and unassuming, he listened kindly to me, asking me what I had done in my life.

As I concluded the conversation I told him that he had made my day.  Dave inspired me when I was eleven years old and I have thought of him often during my life.  At age 79 Dave deserves his privacy and I’ll grant him that but in my mind is still that handsome young hockey player who was and will always be my hero.  For me, he will always be 25 years old and he will forever play for the Omaha Knights.  Likewise I will always be that kid standing along the rope waiting for him to walk by, hoping against hope that he will nod at me and give me a wink.

Posted in Uncategorized | 4 Comments