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Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Wash Nats Win the WS

From Nationals beat Astros 6-2 to win the 2019 World Series, the Washington Nationals beat the Houston Astros 6-2 in Game 7 of the World Series in Houston last night, NPR reports.

Friday, November 2, 2018

Next Week!

Pardon My Brief Interruption - Here's a word about Basketball:thegazette.com

Pardon my brief interruption - here's a word about basketball

Mike Hlas

That season, believe it or not, starts next week

Basketball is my favorite sport, though I’m 5-foot-11, and the only hops I ever had came from a brewery.
My greatest organized basketball achievement was swishing a jumper from the deep corner in a middle school “B” game. But instead of getting deserved credit from my “A” team friends watching from the stands, they instead ripped me for being a gunner.
Obviously, you don’t forget a thing like that. Fortunately, I learned later in life that people remember results, not the thought process or lack of one of those who criticize them.
My worst basketball achievement was later in life. It was when I severely sprained an ankle in a weekly Monday night game of out-of-shape adult men without great basketball skills. But that taught me a life lesson that’s useful for those from 8 to 80: Never severely sprain your ankle if you have a third-floor apartment in a building without an elevator.
If that didn’t put me off the game, I’m not sure what could. I’m covering the Iowa men’s basketball team this season. I like the assignment for many reasons. Such as:
1. The game is played in two hours, not three-plus like football or forever-plus like postseason baseball.
2. Unlike in football, basketball players don’t hide behind helmets. They don’t wear padding. They don’t huddle after every play. Although, I don’t understand why teammates need to slap hands with a free throw shooter between foul shots. Why that started is a mystery. Why it has continued is confounding.
3. Football is a militaristic sport, or certainly wants to be. You probably know the great George Carlin riff comparing football to baseball. Football has bombs and blitzes and aerial assaults and ground attacks and bullet passes and field generals. Baseball players just want to go home. Et cetera. Well, football is marching bands. Basketball is pep bands. Football games have military jets fly over the stadiums. Basketball games have T-shirt cannons.
4. Sure, college basketball can be rigid at times, too. I’m not 100 percent behind any sport where the coaches are the focal points. Has anyone ever bought a ticket to watch a coach? But even with the suits in charge, the game is still jazz.
Yes, you run set plays, but there’s always room for improvisation within the arrangements and players are lauded when they succeed at it. When something goes awry after the snap in football, it’s called a broken play even if it gains yardage. “Broken” isn’t a compliment.
5. You rarely hear a basketball coach say he or she has to look at game film before answering a question about the contest that just ended. They know what they saw, and they discuss it freely.
6. Basketball coaches and players are generally more candid and indulge themselves in far less coach-speak and player-speak than football people. Football coaches, for reasons I have yet to understand, love to talk about “football players” and “football teams.” It’s like attaching the word “football” to something gives it status and even makes it sacred. It’s very strange.
Basketball players don’t do that. You never hear a basketball coach say “That was a great basketball play.” There’s a pact between the coach and the public that we understood it was done in a basketball game by people playing basketball.
7. I live in Iowa and I’m a sportswriter by trade. If we didn’t have an ample amount of basketball in the winter, I’d have to either move or stay put and get a real job. Which means I’d have to move. Which would mean selling my house, packing and moving my stuff, getting a new place to live, and the most challenging thing of all, making new friends. No thanks!
But I’m not hardheaded about it. If the Garden Island newspaper in Kauai is willing to double my salary, pay all moving expenses, and get me a sweet deal on a hammock, we at least have a starting negotiating point.
So anyway, unless I get an icy tap on the shoulder from my employer or the Grim Reaper, I’ll be The Gazette’s guy on the Hawkeyes’ beat this autumn/winter (and spring if they go deep into the NCAA tourney or NIT).The last time I was a beat writer for Iowa basketball, the Hawkeyes went 30-5 and reached the Elite Eight of the NCAAs. Now that I have a little more experience in this racket, I figure I can take any team I cover to a Final Four. But I could be wrong.
And now, let’s proceed. The Hawkeyes play Guilford College Sunday at Carver-Hawkeye Arena. As David Letterman said before each installment of “Stupid Pet Tricks,” it’s just an exhibition, not a competition. Please, no wagering.
One last thing: There still is an ample amount of football left this fall. See you at Purdue on Saturday, barring one of those icy shoulder taps beforehand.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Saying It

I'll say it: being a referee in high school athletics has to be an awful job.When Alex played basketball in the North Dodge Athletic Club league, there were officials that would referee the game and, as a coach, I understand how difficult being a referee is. It is true even at the level of second through sixth graders playing in a recreational league. I cannot imagine what being a referee at the high school level would be like except to say it would be HELL. In fact, that may be why there is a shortage, as this article pointed out:


My former neighbor was a basketball referee at the high school level when he lived across the street from me. He told me some stories about what he had seen. I don't envy that job in even the tiniest bit.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Is This Man Doing a Flip or Taking a Dump?

I know the answer to the question that is asked in the title of this blog. This is Anton Hoherz, a member of the University of Iowa swimming & diving team, and he is doing a flip. That said, I don't think I would be sharing that picture with any of my friends, if I were Anton. In fact, if I never look at it again, I'd be fine.


Editor's Note: This picture is set to "small" so as to not offend your eyes.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

One More

"Athletes convicted of violent crimes at all levels are no more above the law or public outrage than any other person. They aren’t athletes anymore. They’re just bad people." from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2016/06/08/brock-turner-criminal_n_10362122.html

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

A Plea to Return to Seasonal Sports

I so agree with the ideas expressed by John Smoltz about kids playing the same sport not just during the season, but during the rest of the year, as described in this article. I have seen the result of kids playing the same sport year-round and while sometimes there are positives, there are also negatives. For example, a young man I know was told by his baseball coach to not play golf as it would throw off his baseball swing. There's issues with that statement:
  1. It is a different physical motion with the body when you swing a golf club and a baseball bat. The main difference is where your head is pointed. Do you look down at the ground when hitting a baseball? Of course not! Do you look up at where you want to put the ball when you swing a golf club? Of course not! Two different types of swings.
  2. I think I am more likely to play golf when I am elderly than I am to play baseball. Golf is a lifelong sport while baseball is terminal. Even the great baseball players would probably tell you that. What is sad for me is that this young man has turned down opportunities to play golf over the last couple of years. Eventually, he will end his baseball career and then what? He will likely want to learn to play golf. Except he will be in his early-20s (assuming he plays throughout college) and will have lost years of time he could have been learning. 
I guess the other thing that plays into all of this is that when I was young, I hated golf. I really did. My dad tried to teach me to not move my head and grabbed my hair. When I swung, my head moved and my hair was pulled. It hurt. Not being mature enough to understand what Dad was trying to do, I spent a lot of years despising the sport. I realize now that if I had gotten over myself and listened to Dad, I might have been able to spend a lot more time with him and, perhaps, with my brother on the golf course. Sometimes I ponder the idea that because I didn't play golf, I put up a wall between myself and the two of them where they are on one side and I am on the other. Of course I can't change the past, but I admit the thought has crossed my mind.

Back to the article, I see kids that play baseball year-round and think their feces is without odor. Those kids may or may not be as good as they think they are at playing the sport. I also see really good baseball players who don't play year-round and when they tried out for the high school team, they didn't make it. My hunch is that the coach knows who plays year-round and who doesn't. Maybe, in a coach's eyes, playing the sport year-round shows a commitment to the sport that he really wants on his team. After all, I agree that if you have 9 guys playing baseball year-round and traveling to different cities to play in tournaments, there is likely a bond and a trust that develops. Then, when those 9 guys go to the high school level, they are a well-oiled machine and, possibly, don't make the same mistakes as 9 guys who haven't played together.

And yet, when I think about my own athletic career, there were kids when I was in high school (Fall 1985 - Spring 1988) who swam year-round. There was a swim club (Cedar Rapids Aquatics Association or CRAA) and the really fast kids were members of that club and swam year-round. They worked on their stroke, they competed in regional meets, and they were a lot faster than I could ever hope to be. Back in those days, there was no such thing as "being cut" from the Varsity boy's swim team - if you went out for the sport, you were on the team. Period.

I don't have the answer to all of this, but I did like the idea behind Smoltz's opinion.