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There is a great article in the most recent issue of ESPN the magazine about how players have come to identify with their numbers and what the numbers mean to them. The article is really long, so I won’t type it out for you but I will share the first paragraph which is pretty good.

“Back when The Magazine was new, there was a ping-pong table in one of the empty conference rooms. A couple of clearly overworked young editors took to playing a regular lunchtime game, but rather than keeping score in numerals-say, 10 serving 8- they used athletes’ uniform numbers instead. As in Pele serving Berra. (If the score was tied , one player-Larry Bird or Hank Arron-sufficed). If the server couldn’t come up with an appropriate name, he lost his serve, ad once a player’s number was used for the leader’s score, it couldn’t be repeated when the other guy caught up. This all made for minutes of fun, and those young wordsmiths were covinced that their brainchild would soon sweep the nation. (It might have, too, if only they had had better representation).

“Slightly more than a decade later, the ping-pong table is gone, but the editors remain. And like many of their sports-crazed brethren throughout the country, they continue to be captivated by the cult and culture of uniform numbers. Any fanatic worth his face paint can count from double 0’s to double 9’s using jocks instead of cardinals. (That’s Jim Otto to Wayne Gretzky, if you’re scoring at home). What began (more recently than you might think) as a way for fans and reporters to easily identify players on the field is now the fundamental way fans connect with athletes, not to mention the way many jocks identify themselves. From the clubhouse to the bleachers, season after season, numbers are the ties that bind”.

Good stuff, eh? It makes me wish I was a boy and had all players numbers memorized so I could play that awesome version of ping-pong!

Bill Simmons, The Sports Guy wrote about A-Rod this week and I found it quite funny:

“A friend asked me this question last week. How many consecutive columns could I extract from Alex Rodriguez?

My final answer: 10. No modern athlete brings more to the idea table. He plays in New York for a team that stopped making the World Series as soon as he arrived. He has made statistical history but cheated to do it. He’s our highest paid athlete in a tanking economy. He’s the star client of this generations most despised agent. He’s handsome and articulate, only his polished personality is so contrived nobody can connect to him. If gossip rags and blogs had a Thank God for This Athlete fantasy draft, he’d unquestionably be the first pick.

He’s an embarrassment of column-related riches. A-Rod has even shattered the Tyson Zone: when an athlete’s life turns to bizarre you become numb  to any twist in his story. A-Rod allegedly broke up Madonna’s marriage? I’m not blinking. A-Rod kissed himself for a magazine photo shoot? I’m unfazed. A-Rod is having a torrid romance with conjoined twins? If you say so. He’s A-Rod, dammit. I’m prepared for anything.”   -Bill Simmons

I must say that while I miss A-Rods batting average and defense, I don’t miss A-Rod the person. If only we could clone his body and then not allow the clone to speak. It’d be the best of all worlds.

Dad-sorry you just had to read so much about a New York sports team.

And a big thank you to those of you who replied with your “i hate” comments. They were all great!

How great was the Masters yesterday? Phil and Tiger made a massive push with my boy going 5 under on the day and nearly getting close to the leaders but then hitting it into the water on 12. What can you do? A for effort, Phil. Thanks for making it entertaining and for giving it the old college try.

And then, after that drama was over, the leaders opted for a playoff. How great was that? And how awesome that the winner is the guy who hit it into the trees on the first playoff hole? Pretty cool! And while I was hoping for Kenny Perry to win as he would then be the oldest player ever to win a major, I was pretty happy for Angel.

Thanks for a great weekend, Augusta National.

Today is the start of the best golf weekend of the year! That’s right, it’s the Masters! And there’s that great simple tune that they play all throughout. And there’ s amen corner. I just can’t wait. I worked my work schedule around this and Meghan will be out of town. It’s a perfect arrangement. I’ve decided that Phil doesn’t do as well when I don’t focus on his tournaments. When I just pop in for the occassional hole or check updates on the internet, he doesn’t do well. But, when I focus entirely he does well and wins.

So, the focus of this blog is to put some positive Phil vibes out into the world. Everybody take a minute to wish really hard that Phil wins. It’s been since 2004 that he last won the Masters and it was such a great day and I’m ready to cry for golf again, aren’t you?

Go Philly!!

I meant to tell you all this a few weeks ago. When I was reading the latest issue of ESPN the Magazine, they did this article about the new system that many stadiums have put in. It’s sometimes called “Tattle-texting”. You can text a general stadium number about such things as:

1. Rude fans that are cursing

2. People who are throwing food and drink

3. Medical emergencies

4. Problems you may be having

The stadiums that have implemented it so far are liking the results. They say most people take it seriously and have used it for the right reasons. They also say it has improved response time in the case of medical issues in the crowd as someone can text the exact location and situation to the security people and they can respond quickly.

Some places will recieve the text and then point one of the million stadium cameras in the direction of the section/person that is creating the problem so they can see the wrong-doer while they don’t even know they are being watched. They say this has helped a lot with reducing fights between fans as well.

I think it’s pretty interesting. Although I hope they don’t use it to try to kick out all fans who curse or yell at the players/coaches/refs as that will leave exactly none of us in the stands.

Sorry for the late blog, Meghan, I was working on school work and forgot. I hope you catch this before you go home so that your at work routine isn’t upset.

In the most recent ESPN the Magazine issue, they asked an actual psychologist to evaluate the idea of “march madness”. Below is that interview:

We call it March Madness, but is it? “Not really. In fact, the term “madness” hasn’t been used to describe neurological disorders for nearly a hundred years”.

So it’s like March Temporary Insanity? “No. Temporary insanity is actually a legal term, used to describe an acute traumatic event or a freak neurological disorder”.

Okay, fine. March Group Contagion? “There are cases of crowds promoting insanity. People watching a sporting event can be swept up in the emotionsof those around them”.

Sorry, March Mass Hysteria isn’t gonna cut it. The most logical condition to associate with this would be mania. It’s a temporary bipolar disorder that can result in overexcitability or excess irritability-like what happens when you watch a team you care about. Mania can last a few days or a few months”.

Or three weeks. March Mania it is! Medication is the best way to treat mania. A mood stabilizer like lithium can decrease excitability and calm a person down.

But isn’t that what the NIT is for?

Funny stuff, ESPN. And a hearty thanks to the PhD at Cleveland State that participated in this interview.

And rock on March Madness/Mania! I can’t wait for the Final Four on Saturday!

1. The brackets! Oh the brackets and the fact that for the last three years (and the first three of her life) Meghan has filled out a bracket!

2. The fact that two games went into overtime last night and cbs was flashing back and fourth like it had tourettes syndrome making it 2 parts fun and 1 part confusing to watch the games.

3. The awesome basketball inspired commercials:

4. The fact that i told my employer to expect my presence at work but not my active participation as i would be bringing my laptop to watch the b-ball action.

5. the great upsets and comebacks and the way you get emotionally involved

6. speaking of emotional involvement, i love it and nearly tear up with them when the players on the losing team cry. seriously, how great is that? i love sports-related tears. they really are the best.

I hope you are all enjoying the great basketball action. This really is a great time of year. And, just when you start to wonder what sport you will watch after the b-ball is over, the Yankees first game of the season is the day of the b-ball championship and the masters is the next weekend. Sport rocks! If only football was year-round!

Sorry for no blog post yesterday, I got caught up in the Madness and couldn’t tear myself away!

So, as for the birthday:

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I was alone at the house when I woke up so I got to start my day off right with a shot and a drink. Then I was on drink #2 when the others showed up for cupcakes and presents.

After I racked up a ton of books (thanks all) and some movies and tripoly (nice, Maren) and had another shot, we headed out for dinner.

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In case you couldn’t tell from the photo, we also did some drinking there. At the end of our dinner, as we were casually chatting, we realized that our Broadway show did not start at 8 but at 7. Only a slight problem given that it was 7:30. Crap-it. So, we booked down to the theater and watched the end of the first half of the show standing in the back of the theatre. Luckily, if you’re going to miss half an hour of a show, Guys and Dolls is clearly that show. None of the good songs are in the beginning and you can get caught up with a brief explanation.

The best thing about the show was that Lauren Graham, aka Lorelai Gilmore, was the star of the show and rocked the house.

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Anyway, we had a good time and I’m glad it’s over. Thanks to you all for the gifts and cards and e-mails and calls.

Rest of b-day stats:

first shout-out on my blog: Amber

First shout-out on her blog: Meghan

First birthday hug: Lisa

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March Madness! It’s so close that I can taste it! I’ve been loving every minute of championship week, particularly with OSU beating OU last night in a great great game! And Baylor upsetting Kansas-awesome! Okay, yes I love Kansas, but it’s just the Big 12 tournament and the last seed upsetting the 1 seed is just a great taste of what’s to come in the Big Dance. Even Meghans been asking if it’s time to make our brackets and it’s so close to selection Sunday and then we can print, fill out and post our brackets on the living room wall like we do every year. I can’t wait. I tried to schedule my work around this, but it didn’t work out so well, so I’ve already warned my employer that I’ll be bringing my laptop and waching all the games online. NCAA March Madness on Demand is free online and awesome and you get to pick which games you see and did I mention it’s free? Cuz it is! So, here’s to March Madness and here’s hoping that this year a #16 upsets a #1. Fingers crossed…

There was this great Rick Reilly (see my other RR post to hear me proclaim the glory that is him) article on the back page of ESPN the magazine talking about all the coaches being fired in professional sports in the last year and how he thinks they are all being too gracious about it that I found pretty funny and quite accurate. 

“Most of these guys didn’t even deserve to lose their jobs, and they’re acting like they just got handed a freaking fruit basked. Me? I’d go triple Sean Penn! I’d scream! I’d sue! I’d tear paintings off walls! I’d race into the GM’s office and spit on his wife’s photo! I’d snatch the owner’s toupee and set it on fire! 

But listen to Tommy Tuberville. He was forced out of Auburn with an 85-40 record in 10 seasons, including seven wins over Alabama. Afterward, he issued a statement that read, “I”m going to remain in Auburn and help the Auburn family however I can.”

If I went 85-40 and got axed, this would be my statement: I’m going to remain in Auburn and watch mailment deliver the $10,000 of porn I’ve ordered on your Visas to all of your homes. You’re going to regret this until three weeks until after you croak. And just try to mess with my pension. I have the Christmas party video.”

Yes, I love Rick Reilly.

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