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Tonight is the last two games of the short summer basketball season. I’ve learned that without practice or any lasting exposure to the sport, my kids rely on their own raw athleticism to get things done without actually caring too much about the game. I’ve also unfortunately learned that as a coach, I have not achieved the level of skill (communication and teaching-wise) to be highly effective at bringing a team of misfits together, a la Bad News Bears.

The 8-9 yr old team finished last night with a 3-4 record. However, two of the four losses were by a combined total of 3 pts. The other two losses were without our best player. In other words, we far exceeded my expectations for the team. The kids looked good and passed the ball well and played as a team. five of them have been together for years, so that is to be somewhat expected. What wasn’t expected was how well the new kids played together and integrated with the core five. Now these core five are all freshly turned 8 and one is still 7, meaning there is a real chance that they go back to being their usual dominant selves in the next season. I’m grateful for the losses and the learning that provides.

The 6-7 yr old losses (5-2 record with one game left) were less informative. One was purely a management issue from me. I blew it, trying to push my luck with player rotations and winding up with my best on the bench while their best went to work. The other one was a 6-8 loss that didn’t teach anyone a dang thing save for the knowledge that sometimes there is a lid screwed on the top of the basket–for both teams involved.

My 10-12 team enters its final game tonight short handed. Our largest kid is gone as well as two other starters. On the other hand some of our new players have really stepped up and we are finally coming together as a team. In three short hours they go for their first win in their final game of the year. Based on how things have been going thus far, I say we have a real chance to make it happen.

Some Thoughts:

1. I’ve come to the conclusion that, at some point, I need to decide if I am okay with the way I look  or if I am going to do something about it. Non-action is indeed a form of action, but it isn’t any form that I can logically continue to take.
2. Prime day sucked. I had to sit around all night and day waiting for the good deals and when I tapered off to sleep, I missed the $75 TV. Amazon is not cool. Worst. Holiday. Ever.

An hour from now I’ll be lamenting the fact that I got paid last week. Amazon has turned July 15 into a near holiday. The earmarks of a U.S. holiday are having the day off of work and a massive sales event. Most of us are working through hump day, but Amazon’s sale is the real deal. The sale is so potent in fact that Walmart has decided to join in on the fun, offering a competing sale that includes in store pick up. I’m not quite ready to get into the whole commercialization of holidays angle in any meaningful way. Instead i’m excited about this fabrication. Prime Day is an in your face excuse to shop a la black friday, but without the clear infringement on family time.

So, in one hour I will be terribly broke as I am every holiday. I think this time I’ll go in with a game plan: I’ll aim for the cool cheap stuff I can’t get any other time and try to stick to a budget that doesn’t leave me holding a sign in 109 degree heat on the i-10. Not sure I’ll succeed…

For the first time since Deion left, I’m proud of a Dallas Cowboy. It isn’t for anything he did on the field. It is for his possible refusal to play. Dez Bryant tweeted today that he is going to sit out the season unless properly compensated with a new contract. This news was met with mixed emotions by fans. Some expect him to grin and bear it, accepting the nearly 765K he would ear each game. Now as someone who doesn’t make nearly that much, I can understand the fans who say, “take that money you greedy SOB.” They have a point, albeit a limited one. Because of the length of a players career and the extreme wear and tear on the body and spirit, a player who doesn’t go for the amount of money he is worth is doing himself a disservice and a disservice to everyone who plays and even watches the game.

Dez is worth the money. I don’t like him but I respect him and what he’s done since entering the league. He is a bonafide #1 receiver that, for the most part, cannot be defended one on one. He stretches the field and creates a matchup nightmare for most teams in the league. He ought to be getting the most he can out of a contract. Presently he is being offered a Franchise Tag, which is a one year deal that allows teams to pay out a good deal of money for the year with no promise of lasting cash in the future. There’s the rub right there: No guaranteed future money.

Ever since Jason Pierre-Paul blew apart his hand in an off-season fireworks accident, the Franchise tag has returned to the spotlight. The tag is a money saving option for teams and a really bad idea for players, who have short term careers. Any player is one injury away from done. Moreover, most players don’t play for 15 years and make the kind of money that you can retire off of, as one is supposed to do after completing an entire career in anything. What this leads to is players getting taxed massively on the one year deal and walking away not being able to support the lifestyle and security necessary for someone in the public spotlight. I’m sorry but you’re not likely to see Odell Beckham in a Brooklyn Walmart. He’d be mauled.

So, go ahead, Dez. Get that money. You earned it. Heck, you need it.

Forty years later it is still hard to say no. I think its a matter of conditioning. Not the gym conditioning or even that hard core boot camp kind of brainwashing that has you saying yes sir, no sir. This is a known but often overlooked flavor of conditioning. No matter how much I want to snap, if my mother tells me to do something it remains near impossible to deny her will.

This isn’t about being a mama’s boy or having zero backbone. No, this is the strange mystical power of the black mama. The strength is legendary, chronicled in novel and film. As she cranks her neck from side to side, each shift of flesh and vertebrae casts out waves of attitude and dominance. The set of the jaw and lips  puckered in near disgust reflect the horror that is to follow a no. Saying no isn’t just a momentary flash of pleasure and righteousness. It is an invitation to years of guilt, needling, and derision. Yes isn’t just only easier but expected.

I can’t remember one athlete story where it was about Dad. All of them–all the african american males who came from nothing talk about making it right for mom and they still follow her marching orders. That sort of power cannot be ignored.

I’m sure mothers of other races have a power. Jon Stewart speaks often about the raw sine wave guilt his mom and those of her ilk can generate. Black moms have something else; something undefinable that sets them apart and creates a lasting spell of guilt and control that can impact the world around them.

The trick for me is to figure out how to break the spell.

Adam said, “You could have just stayed.” He was sitting cross-legged in a papsasan chair that look more suited for the Goodwill than a supposedly-upscale coffee shop paying top-dollar rent on the upper east side of Manhattan.

“I didn’t even think about staying. It bothers me that you think I would have” Sara’s reply was in the form of a snort.

“Should have, I said. Meaning where do you get off thinking you’re entitled to a better life? You get what you get and make the best of that situation. It isn’t going to be perfect, it isn’t going to be special, it is going to be real and not some sort of bullshit hopeful dream of what could be.”

Sara kept her hair in braids and they rocked back and forth like a beaded curtain as she shook her head. ” I can’t settle when I know what I feel is so strong and true. Maybe if I could forget about my feelings I could go back to the way things were, but there is no Jedi mind trick to wipe out the possibility of what could be, and that alone makes me recognize what I really have in hand right now.”

“Meaning it’s crap.”

“Meaning it isn’t everything I want.”

“When does anyone get everything they want?”

The conversation had circled like this for hours with Sara coming no closer to convincing Adam that her optimism had value and Adam no closer to forcing her to accept his bird in the hand logic. Finally she stood up and said, “no matter how long we keep saying the same things to each other it isn’t going to change either of us.”

With that she walked away.

 

I’m going to rant for a second here about the decline of critical thinking. It all started with a student who asked me to share why we needed to make webpages for our online class. It was unclear what the correlation between making webpages and mythology is. I get the confusion. Some of that confusion is born out of how we classify the act of making a webpage (and what kind of people need to have that knowledge) and what we believe online learning (even learning in general) is supposed to look like.

On one level a webpage is merely another form of media. Asking you to share knowledge in the form of a webpage is no different than asking you to share knowledge in the form of an essay, save for the fact that we are used to writing essays. Sharing information about mythology through a webpage is really no different than if you do it in an essay save for the fact that the webpage allows for a greater sense of creativity and character. Consider it the ‘class presentation’ medium of the online environment.

Often students struggle with the idea of doing something that is different or doesn’t make sense in terms of what they’ve always done. My own assumptions play into this as well. I assumed that anyone taking a 200 level online class would have a fair degree of net savvy. Not true. Multiple students weren’t aware of how to make a webpage and at least one expected step by step instructions on how to do so. Here’s the thing I really hate about that: People want to compartmentalize knowledge or see learning in a vacuum. They don’t want to recognize that often you need to draw skills from other areas and learn different processes and apply them to your task.

Such is the college life.

 

The saying, ‘those who read often, write well’ is often written off as an exaggeration without any careful consideration paid to how such a thing might work. I used to think it was about imitation. If you read a lot you start to develop an understanding of the rhythms and language of successful writing. This is still true, but it isn’t the whole story.

For me, creative writing is often a reaction to something I’ve been through, drawing on the experience and also on the many many stories I have read over the years. Tonight I sat down on the living room floor only to find a bug crawling on my arm. I killed it and moments later came up with this line: Douglas didn’t want to think about the bug clinging to the hem of Sara’s skirt, but he could think of nothing else. The line draws on my experience and a handful of stories I’ve read discussing the often awkward interactions between men and women. In the proposed scenario Douglas is eventually caught staring, which leads to an awkward moment about what she thought he was doing, and finally winds back to the bug itself.

My scenario is a simple one that could have come wholly from creative interpretation of the one experience,  but I find more and more that most of the writing I do is influenced by the reading I do. Thus as I read more fiction of all quality levels, I get a stronger sense of my voice, where I fit in the spectrum, and what I like to write. Conversely, without books to fuel me, my creative tank runs dry and I struggle for even the basic blog.

I was looking at Sarah Selecky’s writing blog and thinking about her ideas about how people want to love when I decided to write about what that looks like. Understanding love is hard for me, because it comes in so many different varieties that it is truly difficult to pin down what it means to love.

There is a natural distinction between romantic and plutonic love, but even that becomes blurred over time. We define that distinction by the question, do you want to be intimate with that person, but the question feels false. What does intimate mean. I am intimate with my closest male friend in the sense that I share secrets and feelings with him that I wouldn’t share with hardly any other human on the planet. That doesn’t mean I want to have sex with him. So then there is the question of sex. Does intimacy mean sex or wanting to have sex with someone? I’d be quite fine developing a sexual relationship with Kate Beckinsale or Rhona Mitri but I don’t know them and don’t feel any particular connection with them short of the physical attraction (which I am aware is largely manufactured by television). Therefore, that is an incomplete diagnosis of love. In fact, the question of sex itself largely ignores the why. I’ve been part of conversations with women who speak of sex with their partners that is something driven by an emotional connection to them but not a physical one in any sense of the word.

Maybe love looks like giving of yourself to another human being selflessly. It is simple to get bogged down in the specifics of gender, sexuality, and attraction and ignore the basic currency of love, which is to give. Another part of that currency is to strive to understand, and so love must look like caring and respect and understanding. It must feel like a soft touch on the shoulder, a squeeze of the hand, even an unexpected hug.

I fear our lack of understanding of love is a huge part of why it is so often impermanent; why it all too quickly falls into disappointment, distrust, and despair. As one who has loved, lost, hurt, and healed I think I have at least a basic understanding of how I love. I don’t begin to suggest that I understand how to always see it in others.

 

As my first born moves into the more serious stages of athletics, I’m really starting to think about his psyche and his willingness to endure what sports offer. A recent CNN (yes, I do still stop by to peruse top stories, even if the organization is for shit) article reminded us of the ever-present culture of bullying in sports. My boys and I watched an outside the lines report about a coach who yelled and kicked and threw things at players. They were convinced the guy was a terrible coach, to which I responded, ‘he’s a typical coach.’ Anger has played such a large role in the coaching I’ve seen over the years that it feels ubiquitous to every sport. In fact, i’ve come to expect it and as a result want to know that my kid is ready.

The coaches my kid have don’t scream. He has one of the best tackle football coaches I’ve encountered up close in terms of motivation and management. The youth coaches he’s dealt with were largely nice or me. Imagine the shock he’ll feel walking into a locker room where a coach builds team unity by becoming the common enemy.

The real question is, why is bullying so endemic to sports? I think they may be one in the same. Te whole idea of sport is to establish physical and psychological dominance over another being. The whole idea of bullying is the same thing. Sports however are a far better way to exorcize this particular human proclivity.

 

Some Thoughts:

1. Sometimes I throw out allegations and they take a long time to start panning out or don’t pan out at all. Finding out that the gun used in the recently politicized killing belonged to a government agent only adds to the lure of the thing.

Once upon a time De’Andre Johnson was on top of the world; the future of the Florida State Seminoles. In a span of a few days he was suspended from the team and then, in an unrelated incident, wound up as the new poster boy for male aggression. Here’s what went down:

Johnson was trying to get to the bar to get a drink and pushed past a girl in order to get to the empty spot next to her. This is all documented on video, so the level of alcohol involved is not fully clear. We know she was drinking something. We know he was at least attempting to get a drink. As he tried to get past the female, she became upset and shoved him with her shoulder. He pushes back with his body weight without even directly acknowledging her. She says something to him and raises her fist and starts saying something to him in an aggressive manor. He grabs her fist and pulls it down to her waist, clearly trying to keep it away from him. She quickly responds with a knee to the midsection. She follows quickly with a wild punch at his face with her free hand. He dodges and connects with a right hook. He disappears from the camera angle at that point.

Based on this evidence (see the video for yourself), Johnson was charged with misdemeanor battery. So far the authorities have declined to press charges against her, deciding that she did not attack him in any fashion. To hear it from the internet, she she be excused because she was obviously drunk, so he didn’t need to do that. I ask, if it were a man, would ‘obviously drunk’ be an acceptable excuse then?

The whole point I’m trying to make here is that there remains a very uneven set of expectations when it comes to physical retaliation. Perhaps it is the karmic balance for the devastatingly unfair way we deal with rape as a species. I think it all points to a faulty system of understanding when it comes to gender. These ideas, often wrapped in religion and history, hold us back be perpetuating falsehoods. Women are told to train to defend themselves. Often women are presented with free lethal response training as a way to prevent them from being victims. While an effective way to learn self-defense on the cheap, this only perpetuates the idea that women are victims.

This woman in the video was not a victim. She felt this man bump her and reacted the way a stereotypical drunk person (read: male) is expected to. She grew belligerent and violent. Only she wasn’t a dude, so the guy who hit back winds up on $500 bond. Such is life. Too bad Deandre Johnson’s life is officially over. With this following him around, the 18+ years of football that led him to this point aren’t going to take him anywhere into the future.

With one swing, it is time to start over. Maybe he can take up a career in boxing.

 

Some Thoughts:

1. Though the police aren’t saying so right now, the attack on Kathryn Steinle seems anything but random. The killer’s excuse is clearly bogus. He claims he found a gun wrapped in a shirt, picked it up, and it just started firing. That is obviously a lie, but why would he be carrying a concealed weapon and open up on her like that? Questions ought to be asked.
2. Since we are on the subject, I gotta say this story wouldn’t get the publicity it did if she wasn’t beautiful and there wasn’t so much footage available. Sad, but true. Obviously the political angle carries weight, but she is being billed as a beautiful, innocent, American woman murdered by a Mexican felon. For that narrative alone people aren’t asking the important questions.