Thursday, 23 August 2012

"Sunless Saturday" by Fishbone: The Best Song Ever

I don't really hate Nirvana or Pearl Jam.  That's too strong a term, hate.  Maybe I don't like them much, to the point that I'll look for another station when one of their songs comes on the radio.

You have to understand where I'm coming from.  I had been subjected to other people's music all my life when I finally discovered Fishbone.  I'd had to suffer through the 50's revival, hearing Elvis Presley ad nauseam and "Rock Around The Clock" a thousand million billion gajillion trillion times.  Then came the sixties craze, maybe it's "The Big Chill"s fault, and Kevin Costner is to blame for this also, but sure enough every movie and TV show featured CCR and you couldn't avoid the Stones' "Satisfaction".

I vowed that when I growed up, I'd listen to contemporary music, not the music of the past.  So I actively sought out new music, and discovered the funk-rock fusion bands like Bootsauce, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Living Color and Fishbone.  In these bands rested, I thought, the future of rock'n'roll.  They would take the energy of rock and add in influences from Funkadelic and rap and take it to new heights.

Instead, the Seattle sound wrestled rock back into the Aerosmith/Led Zeppelin sphere of influence, white boys playing straight-ahead arena rock of their dads, and throttled rock for another decade.

Fishbone released a monumental album in "Truth and Soul", track after track of pure gold and varied sounds that all came with incredible energy and musicianship.  Except it got little to no airplay.

So imagine my pleasant surprise when their next album came out, titled "The Reality of My Surroundings", and it actually got some commercial attention.  Not much, but it was a start.  And the video to "Sunless Saturday" actually got rotation on MuchMusic and MTV.




With its irresistible combination of an acoustic guitar intro, driving beat and spot on vocals and harmonies, "Sunless Saturday" parted the clouds of mediocrity which prevailed in the early nineties, and augured a new beginning, a promise for a new, better day.  And that's why, for kids forced to listen to crap all through the eighties, "Sunless Saturday" was The Best Song Ever.

Thoughts on the NHL lockout, and the perfidy of Gary Bettman


Some thoughts as I read up on the various conversations online (hockeyinsideout.com):

1)  A poster makes a good point when he brings up the fact that different taxation levels between teams puts them on an unequal footing when a salary cap is brought into play.  If the Canadiens have to overpay a player to match the offer he got from another team in a lower-taxed area, do we get to bump up our salary cap to even things up?  Also, does the revenue sharing occur after comparing revenues, EBIDTA, or after-tax profits?  Because Geoff Molson has a good argument to use with his fellow owners.  He bought high, and expects the revenues generated by the team to pay down the debt his group incurred.  Now if the rules are changed on him, his investment in the Canadiens doesn't look so good.

These very complicated negotiations between owners could take years, which is probably a reason they've come up with a plan to not bother and hammer the players again and shake them down.  They were successful last go-round, they figure they'll take another poke at this tomato can.

2)  I appreciate another's point about hockey in the US being a regionalized sport, that fans will watch their own teams but not the NBC Game of the Week between the Rangers and the Red Wings (sigh... not those teams again), which means that national TV contracts won't be very lucrative for the NHL.  Which highlights the absolute idiocy of the powers that be, and the special brand of craziness of having Colin Campbell having anything to do with the quality of the show being presented by the league.

If Sidney Crosby and Alex Ovechkin and Claude Giroux were allowed to fly and attain the heights of artistry and production we say in the 70's and 80's, if the game was fast-moving and featured an offensive brand of hockey where skill and scoring touch were paramount, the game would be eminently more watchable to the casual fans and would take off, and people in neutral markets would tune in, as we do for Monday Night Football and other big NFL games, even if our favourite team isn't playing.

If we could teleport Wayne Gretzky's Oilers to today and watch them take on Mario Lemieux Penguins with Jaromir Jagr and Alex Kovalev, don't you think that the sports talk shows and SportsCentres would hype the game to death and everyone would watch?  No, instead we watch Nick Lidstrom and Henrik Zetterberg be hammered and slashed down to size and be prevented from reaching the mythical status of our heroes of yesteryear.

One thing I regret about seeing Wayne Gretzky and Mario Lemieux play, and Guy Lafleur and Larry Robinson and all the other greats of my formative youth, is that while I knew I was watching all-time greats at play, I always thought that someone else would eventually come along and be just as good, in their own way at least.  So Walter Payton would give way to Eric Dickerson to Barry Sanders, and Joe Montana would be replaced by John Elway and he would be replaced by Brett Favre, so would someone come along and replace Wayne and Mario and the world would keep turning.

Except that no.  Colin Campbell and Gary Bettman and Don Cherry and Mike Milbury shape the zeitgeist of our sport, and it's all about finishing your checks and picking up your man after the faceoff and honour and sacrifice, instead of Guy Lafleur flying down the wing with his hair trailing behind him, or Wayne Gretzky behind the net driving opposing goaltenders and defencemen crazy.  And I understand why the average fan won't tune in to a Columbus vs. Carolina game, and why fans cheer when a fight comes on, since nothing much interesting happens during a game.

3)  Good point by the same poster about revenue sharing being more popular with us when the Canadian teams were benefiting.  A fundamental difference back then though was that Canadian fans were still buying tickets at high prices to fill the coffers of their teams, except it was in a lower-exchange Canadian dollar.  That was the problem, the exchange rate, not the health of the individual teams and the fanbase's interest and willingness to pay.  The Canadian franchises were worth saving at the time, and history shows the wisdom of doing so.  It also shows the lunacy of allowing teams to leave the Winnipegs and Québecs for sunnier climes.  These new franchises with their half-full arenas of patrons who got $15 'all you can eat hot dogs' tickets are probably not worth saving.

4)  I see a lot of people saying the players are doing well enough, they're not poor, they should be satisfied with what they have.  Unfortunately, that attitude is irrelevant to this situation.  The players are not asking for more, they've even offered concessions in their initial offer.  The idea that because they're financially comfortable compared to most and therefore shouldn't complain about being asked to take a pay cut when they themselves are creating increased revenues is far-fetched.

This attitude is also what the auto companies are now using in their negotiations with their unions.  Their workers took massive cuts to their wages and benefits, but now that the companies are profitable, they don't want to share in that success. Instead they point to the unemployed and say to their workforce they should be thankful they have a stable well-paid job.  That's how the BC Government worked up the nerve to break the contracts it signed with its own nurses and teachers, by playing up public sentiment against these essential workers.  The average Joe who worked part-time at low wages bought in to the hype that the people who take care of our children and our sick are greedy and shouldn't get what they had bargained for.

5)  Someone says Gary Bettman is a sociopath.  Bang on.  Gary Bettman and the owners are not fans of hockey, they don't love the game.  IF they did, they'd nurture it and feed it.  They'd follow what the NFL has done to make its game more exciting and fan-friendly.  They'd look at the changes the International Rugby Board has made in the last twenty years to prevent the stifling of the game by proponents of the kicking game (England, gag), changes like increasing the value of a try from four points to five, and ensuring that the team which is on the attack during a scrum, ruck or maul gets the ball when the defending team fouls up the play.  Instead, hockey owners hire Jack Edwards and Mike Milbury to set the agenda for the game, and then lock it out periodically.

Monday, 20 August 2012

Peter King mangles the English language and abrades our retinas

Please, good people of Sports Illustrated, can you rein this guy in?  Maybe have him stop spreading himself so thin so he can actually focus.  Get him to stop, please oh please, telling us what he ate for lunch, and give him a break on his word count?

Here are some of the glaring errors and general nonsense contained in his Monday Morning Quarterback column for August 20.

1)  First, the highlights of the second full preseason weekend (and I will spare you, Mike Greenberg and similar Jetoholics, any further mention of the foibles of right tackle Wayne Hunter, because I do not want to ruin your week on Monday)

What the hell does that mean?  Foibles?  In the words of Inigo Montoya, I do not think it means what you think it means.  I googled Wayne Hunter, and all the latest news are about him being a sub-par right tackle.  Nothing about him having minor flaws or quirks.  You want to say Chad Johnson has foibles, knock yourself out.  Here, the wrong word was used, Mr. King.

2)  Amazing, by the way, that Brown's been the whipping boy in Arizona for so long, and now people are pining away at his loss. 

Again, wrong use of a word or idiom.  What he's trying to say is Cards' fans are 'pining for a healthy Levi Brown'.  

3)  The officials have to drop their demand to keep a pension that's better than full-time NFL employees have, and the league has to jack up the money it has offered by $10 million or $12 million over the seven-year life of the contract. 

Properly, it's not a demand of the officials that they retain their current pension (and congratulations on shilling for the league and siding with the richest sports organization in North America in its efforts to chip away at their employees' retirement fund, in this time of unbounded revenue and growth), it's a demand of the League that the officials give up their pension.  In negotiation, a side doesn't demand to keep something, the other side demands that they give something up.

4)  Now, the future is fraught with pratfalls.

Ugh.  Facepalm.  He meant 'pitfalls'.

5)  Nothing looks uncomfortable for him.  I don't know any better way to say it.

Mr. King should have tried harder.  That just doesn't sound right.  Is this the best way to say that nothing fazes him, or nothing makes him lose his poise?  'Nothing makes him uncomfortable' is better, but would still need work.

6)  ...the Colts got the first pick in 2012 and Luck in their laps.

That just sounds unseemly.  Is Andrew Luck moonlighting at a gentleman's club to pay off his college tuition?  

The proper idiom is that Andrew 'Luck fell into their laps.'

7)  The offense was so intergalactic last year...

Ouch.  I've never seen the word intergalactic, which strictly refers to the space between galaxies, used as an adjective to denote high quality or proficiency.  Or is Mr. King channeling his inner MCA?  

'Other-worldly' might have been the appropriate word.  He could have described their numbers as 'stratospheric'.  As it is, he stands the risk of having his poetic licence revoked.

8)  Gabbert looks night and day from last year,...

Again, something that should have been caught during revision.  We know what Mr. King means, but that doesn't make it right.  What he attempted to say and left us to interpret is that his play this pre-season compared to last season is as different as night and day.

9)  The Rams were a confident offensive team Saturday night, which, with all the newness, is a credit to Schottenheimer.

Newness is such an ugly word.  Novelty is much better.  Mr. King should have used a word like 'transition' or 'change', and adapt his sentence accordingly.

10)  I saw Bruce Tuesday night at Fenway Park on a busman's holiday from visiting camps.

I'm not sure that Mr. King knows what a 'busman's holiday' mean.  Maybe he's comparing the act of covering football players at work to his sitting down and enjoying a rock concert, and maybe he could have elaborated on that, but at this point, when I read something that seems odd or out of place in his articles, I don't trust that he's being clever.  I assume that he screwed up.

So there it is, ten really obvious errors I uncovered reading Mr. King's four-page column.  A nationally recognized writer, in a prestigious publication.  Unacceptable.

Oh, and Mr. King still owes us an ultra-marathon.

Shawne Merriman is released by the Buffalo Bills


Shawne Merriman has been released outright by the Buffalo Bills.

Man, I remember Shawne Merriman's first two seasons with the Chargers.  They'd targeted DeMarcus Ware in the 2005 Draft, but the Cowboys snagged him one spot before the Chargers, so they went with Shawne as their pass rushing specialist.  He was flying out there, and looked like a cartoon superhero, with a crazy neck and jaw.  He was a showman, with his high-cut jersey revealing his tattooed guns, and his 'Lights Out' dance.  It was almost too good to be true.

It was.  After a positive drug test in 2006, a result he was so flippant about, literally winking at the press corps when he stated he had ingested tainted supplements, that some surmised Paul Tagliabue might extend the four-game suspension, his career went downhill.  He still had a monster season in '06 despite missing four games, and coasted on his accumulated size and strength in 2007, although his results sagged.  Then the injuries and ineffectiveness kicked in, and he's washed out of the league now probably after seven seasons.

Was it a good decision for him to take steroids?  It can be argued, based on his pedestrian results since his positive test, that he might never have made the NFL out of Maryland if he hadn't been using, which there had been whispers about before the draft (unfortunately, these whispers are often on the mark, see: Cushing, Bryan).  So his steroid use allowed him to have a pretty nice career and amass a personal fortune that if managed properly should provide for him and his family for the rest of his life.  On the other hand, some experts argue that it's the steroid use that made him injury-prone, always pulling hamstrings and calfs.  If he hadn't used the stuff they say, he might have had a long, productive career, he might have been healthy enough to actually play.

We often see black and white footage of NFL or MLB or NHL players from the fourties and fifties, and they all seem underwhelming, all pasty and small and undefined, compared to the modern day heroes.  Some of our modern day supermen seem almost too impressive to be real.  Too often, they're not.  Seeing Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa and Roger Clemens and Barry Bonds, before PED's and during and then after is always such a shock.  Albert Pujols is shockingly different this year, much slimmer and 'normal', as opposed to the previous years where he looked like a cross between Paul Bunyan and Wolverine.  It's a troubling coincidence that this is the first season MLB is testing for Human Growth Hormone.

I've been a little cynical and derisive when talking about Shawne, I've felt like if he abused my trust as a fan, with the steroid issue and other off-field incidents, but now that it seems his career is over I wish him the best.

Sunday, 19 August 2012

NFL Pre-Season Week 2: Chargers 28, Cowboys 20

So let me start by offering the disclaimer that it's hard to properly watch, let alone subsequently analyze, a pre-season game when you're watching it on a poor quality stream of dubious legality.  Especially if you're getting the Dallas feed and all the announcers want to talk about is Jerry Jones, and Tony Romo's wedding.  So I'll have to restrict myself to general impressions.  Which are not good.

The most worrisome aspect of this trivial win is that the offense isn't in synch.  Sure, the scrubs led by 'Football Jesus' Charlie Whitehurst were good for 28 points in the second half, but that's academic.  The guys who will actually be on the field were stumbling and bumbling during their initial series.  Philip Rivers actually had a decent night in terms of completions, he hit on 13 of 15, but the two he didn't complete fell into Dallas hands.  One wasn't really his fault, Vincent Brown bobbled it into Brandon Carr's hands, but it's troubling that his turnover penchant from last season continues this pre-season.  And that pass was off the mark, behind Vincent, when we think about it.  The offense as a whole hasn't really impressed, and some may say that it's early yet and they have time, but a veteran team with few newcomers should be better than it has shown so far.

The offensive line must be giving Norv Turner flop sweats.  Left Tackle Jared Gaither was the subject of an economical but telling story by Michael Ghelkin of the Union-Tribune, and a more thorough calling out by Kevin Acee later in the week.  He's a vet and a pro with tremendous physical gifts, and he can probably step back in after his back spasms are well and truly healed and pick things right up, but it's of concern that he's living down to his reputation as a moody and inconsistent football player who is often injured and takes a long time to return to action.  It's appropriate to question whether he really likes football, like Kris Dielman or Nick Hardwick do, or whether he just finds that it's a good way to make great paycheques.  If only it didn't involve all that effort and sweating and sacrifice.

Melvin Ingram again had an immediate impact when he was on the field.  The Chargers had no pass rush, then he got subbed in, and magically the Cowboy quarterback was under duress.  Good to see, or rather read that Kendall Reyes again made things happen too, although I missed it, maybe the Cowboys announcers had broken away to a panda bear christening at the Fort Worth zoo or the winning numbers to the 10 Free Car-wash lottery grand prize offered by Dic's Nachos'n'Things, in Irvine right off the 27 interchange.

Vincent Brown's injury is a major buzzkill.  Nobody can say that we won't miss Vincent Jackson, he was a touchdown waiting to happen on every snap.  The party line is that we don't have a specimen like him anymore, but we'll make do with a deeper rotation of WR's, and Vincent Brown was going to be an integral part of that.  His touchdown catch was an impressive play, that he didn't drop the ball as his ankle snapped is a testament to the kid's concentration.  And no, idiotic poster on that random message board, he is not the second coming of Buster Davis.  For starters, we didn't burn a first-rounder on him.  Second, a broken leg isn't a Gaitheresque injury, it shows up on X-rays.  In his case, you have to go in with hardware and fix the damn thing.  So let's give the kid a break.

Kevin Acee thinks the injury will mean that the Chargers have to carry one more WR than planned, at the expense he thinks of a LB or maybe even a safety.  I doubt it will be the latter, we wouldn't go into the season with just four, but he's obviously more plugged in than I am.  Let's hope that Vincent can be snapped back together pretty easily by the orthopeds, and that he does miss only half the season.  Having one of the 53 players on the sidelines not contributing for half the season, then coming in during the second half and limping back up to speed isn't ideal.  We saw that last season when we carried Luis Castillo most of the year and then put him on IR when we couldn't afford his roster spot any more.

So, a win that posed more questions than it answered.   And I will add my voice to the chorus: "Jared, you got your $8M, now get your butt out on the field and protect our QB.  Now."

Is Ladarius Green the next great Chargers tight end?

I'm a TE nerd, love the fact that we have had two of the all-time best in San Diego in Kellen Winslow, the prototype for the modern Tight End, and now Antonio Gates.  I hope that 2012 draftee Ladarius Green can follow in the footsteps of these two.  He will be a fourth-round pick that proves inspired I think, he has the physical tools, and has the right environment in terms of coaching, system, and mentorship, to learn his craft and eventually excel.

The kid is 6'6", a little undersized at barely 240 lbs, it's said he looks more like a big WR than a true TE.  The thing is, he brings great hands and catching ability, and ran a 4.5 40 at the NFL Combine in Indianapolis.  So while he won't be the blocking machine that Eric Sievers or Brandon Manumaleuna were, we know that going in.

In effect, we won't be counting on him to disguise his assignment, he's not the guy who'll more often be kept in to block, then once in a while slip away and catch a dump-off pass and be effective in the receiving game like that.  Instead, he'll be the guy that defences know is out there to catch balls, but can't cover anyway because of his size and speed.  Really.  No one will be able to match up.

It's said that he needs to bulk up to be an effective receiver in the pros, and that he needs to learn route discipline, that he got along in college based on his physical gifts, but you can say that of most receivers graduating to the NFL.  Very few are effective their rookie year, they start to haul in catches in their second or usually third year.

One thing I was afraid of was that Ryan Mathews would cost us a Tight End on the roster, but it looks like that may not be the case, since Ryan's clavicle break apparently didn't present any complications, and Coach Turner seems confident they can make do with Ronnie Brown, Curtis Brinkley and LeRon McClain carrying the ball for a week or two.  More worrisome is Vincent Brown's snapped ankle, he'll be on the sidelines for half the season.  Still, the thinking is that a LB will be sacrificed to carry an extra receiver.  So we'll still have four TE's on the team, which will allow Ladarius time to learn the game.

The Top Ten team sports athletes to never win The Big One

An interesting article/list that's sure to start online debate on a lazy Sunday morning,  Last Word on Sports offers a list of the Top Ten athletes to have never won The Big One.  

Most are reasonable choices, but already there is controversy at the inclusion of Mats Sundin over Dale Hawerchuk, for example.  Again, the Toronto Maple Leaf factor magnifies the talent and historical relevance of a player out of proportion to his actual standing.  Mr. Sundin benefited from a greater rep by playing in Toronto, while Dale Hawerchuk was overshadowed by Wayne Gretzky, Denis Savard, Peter Stasny, and others, and played in smaller media and hockey markets like Winnipeg and Buffalo.  I give the nod to Dale Hawerchuk without any reservation, he was much more of a dominant player and deserved a championship even more, if that can be measured.

A word also about Ken Griffey Jr. being on that list.  I think he disqualifies himself by being his own worst enemy.  If he had kept his mouth shut and played hard in Seattle, he would have had a much better chance to win surrounded by Alex Rodriguez, Edgar Martinez and Jay Buhner (remember how Frank Costanza rued letting Buhner go?).

I'll always remember Junior's 'deer caught in the headlights' expression at his press conference upon finally landing in Cincy.  Classic "What have I done?" pose.

Out here, the American channels we get are from Seattle, and we get a lot of visitors from Seattle as well, and the people were gutted by the defection.  I never wished him ill or anything, but I certainly didn't want him to benefit from his boneheadedness, kind of like I wanted LeBron to never win after leaving Cleveland.  So it was a shame for Junior to suffer all those injuries that robbed him of the chance to be a once-in-a-lifetime player, but I never felt sorry for him.  And I felt his return to Seattle to finish his career was a complete joke.

Friday, 17 August 2012

A modest CBA proposal to save the NHL. From itself.

Okay, let me see if this would work.

Let's take for granted that the NHL needs a salary cap to ensure some competitive balance and a level playing field, to avoid the situation such as exists in Major League Baseball where you have the Yankees and the Red Sox, maybe the Angels, and then everyone else.  Let's also assume that the players can live with a salary cap, as they indicated in their eminently reasonable proposal to the NHL owners this week, one that Gary Bettman predictably rejected with no real consideration.

Let's accept that the League is healthier if it has a broader footprint and teams in a lot of different markets, to a reasonable extent, so that it makes sense to support a Carolina or Florida team within reason.

Let's also accept that the NHL doesn't have a player cost problem, since these costs are fixed at 57%, and this is guaranteed through the salary cap and escrow system.  That's what the owners kept trumpeting during the last lockout, that they needed 'cost certainty', that was their buzz-word, their double-speak for the uglier 'salary cap' term, and what they got a lot of fans on board with, cost certainty made sense to a head of a household who's trying to manage a budget.  They got their blessed cost certainty, so that's not an issue right?

Instead, the league has a low-revenue franchise problem.  These are the franchises that are suffering and weighing on Gary Bettman's mind, so much so that he wants to hammer down the players' share of the revenue they generate to an absurd 43%, again it must be stated with little financial evidence that this is necessary.

So how about we do this (and I say 'we', because I pay for these revenues, the money doesn't just materialize out of thin air, so I have a stake in this):

We leave the players' share of HRR at 57% as agreed the last time the owners deprived us of NHL hockey for an entire season.  We leave the salary cap at $70M.  The big change is that we eliminate the salary floor, to no longer require the weak sisters from spending money they don't have.  Instead of forcing them to pay $50M they swear they don't have, let's allow them to sink down to $45M, $40M, heck even $30M if need be.

Wait, there's more.  Don't just sigh that this has been bandied about before and it won't work, because then we can't guarantee the players' share of revenue.  We'll get to that.

In the system with no cap floor, we'll have twenty or so teams that all have a roughly equal shot at contending for the Cup budget-wise.  They'll all be packed together near the ceiling.  There will be eight or ten teams out of the running from the get-go, but that will be out of the team's and market's choosing.  They won't be forced to buy a couple of high-priced washed up veterans to reach an arbitrarily floor if they want to spend a couple of seasons developing their youngsters (I'm looking at you, Islanders).

For those teams bumping up against the cap, we can use the NHLPA's proposal of allowing them to purchase 'cap credits' from the weaker teams if they want, and for this they'd have to compensate them with a lower-round draft pick, and the league with a luxury tax that goes into an escrow fund.  So in the Players' proposal example, the Rangers flip a fifth-round pick to the Islanders for their $4M cap credit, and then pay out $4M to the escrow fund.  In effect, the repugnant James Dolan will now pay two dollars for every dollar he goes over the cap.

So in this system, most teams are in the running, three or four are beating their brains out by going over the cap, and there is a group of teams that uses the fiscal timeout to build a team through the draft and their fan base, until slowly they emerge as a power like Nashville did last season, hopefully with an energized fan base.

At the end of the season, the players' share of revenue is calculated.  I would think that invariably this would work out to under 57% of HRR, at which point all teams top up player salaries a corresponding percentage from the escrow fund.  For illustration only, let's say that the players salaries amounted to 55% of league revenues, which means that their paycheques were roughly 3% too low.  Now every player gets a cheque from the escrow fund bumping up their pay by three percent for the year.

This can be a form of equalization.  Let's say that teams below the now completely theoretical floor contribute to the fund at a rate of a dollar for every two dollars that teams at the cap pay in, on a sliding scale so that a team at the midpoint would chip in a buck and a half.  Maybe luxury tax teams chip in $2.5 for every buck by a salary floor team, something like that.

On another matter up for consideration, let's say entry-level contracts stay at the same two or three years duration.  That system works.  When a Steve Stamkos or Drew Doughty is a star player and major award candidate in their second or third year, it isn't fair to ask them to be locked in for five years.  They've paid their dues and deserve to be paid a higher wage after three.  In the case of a player like Blake Geoffrion, for example, this player comes off his entry contract and makes roughly the same amount of money and tries to earn a higher amount in a subsequent contract by the dint of his play.  Guys like Alexei Emelin and Raphaël Diaz earn a decent raise based on their decent play.  Again, this works.

Arbitration stays, if the players' rights are owned by teams, they must have some power to negotiate, although maybe there's a mechanism that spells out top end and bottom end salaries players can earn, based on objective criteria.  It would be understood that the 'homerun' contract is the third contract, the second one is the bridge contract that pays much better but doesn't max out unless you're the aforementioned Steve Stamkos and reach a few objective targets.

The players gave up a lot in the last round (24% rollback on salaries, people) in return for more freedom of movement, so I'm loath to take this away, but I believe the game is healthier when players stay with their teams longer and teams are more stable roster-wise.  When the Minnesota Wild or Colorado Avalanche roll into town, I'd like to know that pretty much the same players are going to be in their lineup from year to year.  It's good for rivalries and team identity.  Fans, especially children, respond well to that stability.  I grew up with the same Canadiens, Expos and Alouettes year after year, and I'd prefer if the new generation had the same attachments to their heroes.

So I would roll back the free agency eligibility criteria.  It doesn't make sense in the big picture for 26 year old players who are hitting their athletic peak to be able to desert their teams.

For when the players do reach free agency, I would also create a 'hometown' hero system where a player can earn more money with his incumbent team than by shopping himself to other clubs.  So the player would be allowed to move, but it wouldn't be in his best financial interests on top of everything else.  In a way, we'd be fostering more Joe Sakics and Daniel Alfredssons and discouraging mercenaries like Dany Heatley and Pavel Bure.  I have struggled with the details of this, maybe the weaker teams are allowed to dip into revenue sharing or escrow money for this, but there has to be a way to prevent every star from ending up a Ranger.

So there you have it.  The players still take in 57% of HRR, maybe a little less if they're in a generous mood/quaking in their boots at the thought of a lockout, there's still a salary cap to ensure competitive balance, but not a floor that's driving smaller market teams to bankruptcy.  Super rich teams can appease their fans and competitive drive by going over the cap if they desire, and in doing so pay into revenue sharing through the luxury tax.  An escrow system underpins this system, one which gives the smaller teams a breather.

After three to five years or so, the League and PA can re-assess if the small market teams are using this breathing space to load up and climb back up the standings and payroll rankings.  If not, and the situation is not likely to improve, then relocation can be considered, but without a gun to anyone's head.

Comments are welcome.  Be kind when pointing out errors or fallacies.  Good talk.

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Can Michel Therrien discipline P.K. Subban?


An aside about discipline, a word which has a negative connotation.  It's interesting that the root is the same as the root for disciples.  In effect, what discipline means is to teach someone or lead someone so that they follow.  A superior took the time to explain that to me once, that you're not yelling at someone or hating on them, you're telling them "Follow me," and it stuck with me.  When I was in a position to enforce rules on a subordinate, in effect to discipline him or her, I would keep that in the back of my mind, that I'm not punishing someone, I'm teaching them, clarifying rules and situations, so they can follow rules and leadership and be better team members.

Another thing which I was taught which is very useful is that when disciplining someone, you approach the incident with an open mind, and ask lots of questions and are very curious.  I know a lot of you guys and girls work in large corporations or teams and have leadership positions, you've probably gone into disciplinary interviews thinking you might have to fire someone and then when you learned all the facts at hand it gave you a completely different view of how to handle things.

So when an employee breaches rules and ticks you off, it's good to remember that you're trying to teach a valuable employee how to be a better employee, and to keep an open mind, be curious, ask lots of questions.  Keep emotion out of it.  If you have to mete out strong discipline (suspension) or even fire the employee, you do so without anger, and you allow the employee to retain his dignity and self-respect.

Michel Therrien has a well-deserved reputation as a hothead, but we can hope he has mellowed over the years.  I do remember him being critical of certain players on l'Antichambre, P.K. Subban being one of them, but I mostly felt that his frustration was with the coaching régime which allowed him to get away with some of his, uh, highjinks.  He implied that if he were running things, they would be handled differently.  We can hope that with all the support he'll have from management, he won't go on any campaigns against any players.  Guys like Rick Dudley and Marc Bergevin and Gerard Gallant will be valuable sounding boards.

One hopeful thing about Mr. Therrien, if we're to judge him on his Antichambre reputation, is that he'd caution the rest of the panel constantly, when they'd go off on a player and wanted to run him out of town, that to get rid of a player was the easiest thing to do.  The hardest thing, he would repeat, is to find players, so when you have a player, you're patient with him, you coach and coach some more, and repeat yourself constantly.  Michel Bergeron would grumble but agree, and he would chime in that this was essentially a coach's job, to say something, then repeat it, then repeat it the next day, and not get frustrated about repeating yourself day after day.  Notre Dame coach Lou Holtz had a shtick he used to do where he'd talk to players about doing something one way, or running a drill one way, and when it would finally happen, days or weeks or months later, he would pull his 'famous fainting act' as his players called it, and drop to the turf, stunned that they'd finally gotten it.

So while I'm far from being a fan or booster of Michel Therrien, there are signs that he gets it, and that if he does 'discipline' P.K., he'll be doing so out of a desire to see him succeed, rather than just out of a disdain for him and to run him out of town.

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

"You Wreck Me" by Tom Petty: the Best Song Ever

It's amazing what three chords properly assembled can do, how powerful they can be.  Tom Petty put the three easiest chords for a guitar player to learn together to compose the Best Song Ever.



Sure, you need a capo to play this, but them things is cheap.  D, A, E, a couple of C's and G's, and you're home free.  This is what rock'n'roll is meant to be.  Guitar, bass, drums.  All right, throw in some keyboards if you have to.  But no more.  Make sure the song is about "the girl at the high school dance."  Done.

Cool story about Tom Petty.  He was at a massive benefit concert like they used to throw in the nineties and about to go on,  and Jackson Browne who was coming off stage, stopped him to give him some advice.  

"Don't worry if you hear them booing you throughout your set," Brown said, "they're not, they're just yelling 'Bruce!'," referring to the crowd clamouring for Bruce Springsteen, who was going to headline the show.

To which Tom Petty replied: "What's the difference?"

Cool story about this song:  It was originally entitled "You Rock Me", and he thought it was trite and not worthy, but his producer told him the hook was killer and it had to go on the album.  He wasn't convinced and while jamming and riffing with the Heartbreakers during a break in recording, he started to sing the song ironically and substituted "You wreck me..." in the lyrics.  He felt the band start to tighten up, and he started to change the lyrics around.  Before long he had re-written it as an ironic homage to garage bands and songs about high school girls.  With a killer, killer hook.  Which makes it the Best Song Ever.


Tonight we ride, right or wrong 
Tonight we sail, on a radio song 
Rescue me, should I go down 
If I stay too long in trouble town 

Oh, yeah, you wreck me, baby 
You break me in two 
But you move me, honey 
Yes you do 

Now and again I get the feeling 
Well if I don't wi n, I'm a gonna break even 
Rescue me, should I go wrong 
If I dig too deep, if I stay too long 

Oh, yeah, you wreck me, baby 
You break me in two 
But you move me, honey 
Yes you do 

I'll be the boy in the corduroy pants 
You be the girl at the high school dance 
Run with me wherever I go 
And just play dumb, whatever you know 

Oh, yeah, you wreck me, baby 
You break me in two 
But you move me, honey 
Yes you do