As every football fan knows, the Detroit Lions did what many thought impossible, losing every game of the season. Adding insult to injury in the year the organization celebrated their 75th anniversary.
So 50 years of futility goes on, and on. Some say it’s the curse of Bobby Layne who was traded to Pittsburgh 50 years ago and said the Lions wouldn’t win another championship in... 50 years. How about that.
So, take heart, Lions fans everywhere. Fifty years is up and so the curse is over. We have nowhere to go but up. It can’t get any worse, can it? I can hardly wait until next year. For this year, some Lions jokes from The Curse of Bobby Layne.
Who holds the career record for yards per carry? Over 750 attempts.
It’s not who you might think. Not Eric Dickerson, Emmitt Smith, Barry Sanders or Jim Brown. It isn’t a player from way back when, either. He played for Philadelphia, Minnesota, and Dallas. Think of it as a trick question. He wasn’t a running back.
The answer: Quarterback Randall Cunningham who had a career rushing average of 6.42 yards per carry.
The real trick in the trick question is a quarterback gets credit for rushing yards when he scrambles, but doesn’t get a rushing loss when sacked. This tends to inflate the average.
So then, let’s rephrase our one question quiz as...
Who holds the career record for yards per carry for a running back? Over 750 attempts, same as above.
Again, it’s not the usual suspects. This time you will have to go back a ways. He also played linebacker. Here’s your last hint, he was one of the first four Black players in pro football.
The answer: Marion Motley of the Cleveland Browns who had a career rushing average of 5.7 yards per carry.
In 1946, one year before Jackie Robinson signed with the Brooklyn Dodgers, Motley joined the Browns of the new All-America Football Conference as a 26-year-old rookie. At 6-1 and 232 pounds, Motley was the AAFC’s all-time rushing leader and also led the NFL in his initial season in the league in 1950.
He also played linebacker and was one of the best at that position as well. His coach, the legendary Paul Brown, called him the greatest football player he ever saw. Motley was elected to the Football Hall of Fame in 1968, and named in 1994 to the NFL’s 75th Anniversary All-Time Team.
Forget Lance Armstrong, Belgian Eddy “The Cannibal” Merckx was the best bicycle racer by a wide margin. In 1969, Merckx, in his first Tour de France, pulled off perhaps the greatest feat in the sport’s history winning the yellow jersey, the King of the Mountains polka-dot jersey, the sprinter’s green jersey and all three time trials. These days, it’s unthinkable to with both the green and mountain polka-dot jersey in the same tour.
In his career, Merckx won the Tour de France five times and won 35 stages:
1969 - Won Tour, King of Mountains jersey and green jersey
1970 - Won Tour, King of Mountains jersey and eight stage wins
1971 - Won Tour, won green jersey
1972 - Won Tour, won green jersey
1974 - Won Tour
In 1971, Merckx won 54 of 120 races. Between 1969 and 1973, he won 250 of 650 races. During his professional career, he won 445 of the 1,582 races he entered. That’s a lot of racing and an amazing win percentage. Nobody else has even come close. One thing I don’t get, what is with the spelling of his last name? Merckx?
Have I got it? If it’s the sort of fever that makes you want to crawl into bed, pull the covers over your head and go to sleep... I got that.
Frankly, the Olympic Games don’t excite me much. People running and jumping around, throwing things, lifting things. Yawn. Volleyball, gymnastics, diving, team handball, soccer, wrestling. Yawn, yawn, yawn, yawn, yawn, yawn, yawn. Badminton, field hockey, archery, yachting, rowing, equestrian, fencing. Yawn, yawn, yawn, yawn, yawn, yawn, yawn. How about slow motion racing in water, also known as swimming? Ya-a-a-awn. Need I go on?
Which isn’t to say I’m against the games any more than I’m firmly against knitting or anchovies. Just ain’t for me.
The Detroit red Wings, 2008 Stanley Cup Champions. Being from Detroit and an on and off fan since the days of Gordie Howe in his prime, I thought this deserves a mention. The Stanley Cup may not be the biggest or most important trophy in sports, but it might be the most famous by name. Quick, can you name the World Series trophy? How about the NBA trophy?
I’ve been watching hockey since the days of the original six. Can you younger fans imagine a league with six teams? Perhaps it was repetitive seeing the same five opponents over and over, but it meant every other team was a rivalry. Now-a-days we only see some teams once a year.
Congrats to the champs. Fourth cup in 11 years and 11th cup in 80 years. Maybe only third best behind Les Canadiens and the Maple Leafs but still pretty good. Especially if you lived through the long dreadful days of the Dead Things when they were a joking matter. Which makes these the good old days.
As far as I’m concerned right about now is the doldrums of the sports season. The sports fan in me is lost at sea without a breeze or clear direction home. Football is over and the NBA and NHL playoffs are still a bit off. The post-season seedings are still up in the air, but their regular seasons are a yawner compared to football. Could be because, in a way, the entire NFL season is one big playoffs.
Consider, hockey playoffs are four rounds of seven games or 16 to 28 games. The entire NFL season including playoffs is 20 games max. This means just about every game, every week of the season is important and can make or break in football. One bad playoff game and you’re gone fishin’.
I’m not saying football is better, just rarer. You get 162 baseball games a year, a whole lot of fish in the sea. Landing a rare fish is simply a bigger deal.
Colorful sports nicknames have been around probably as long as there’s been sports. Their origins vary, some follow the athlete from childhood, some are applied by teammates, some are coined by the press, and some, like many boxing nicknames, are promotional gimmicks.
I’m breaking it into three basic types. First is a substitute for the name like Joe DiMaggio being called The Yankee Clipper. The second is a nickname that flows into their real name as in Mark “The Bird” Fydrich. Sometimes this second type loses the quote marks producing a third variety where an athlete is known only by the nickname as if it were a given name, much like Satchel Page.
Just for fun, see if you know the given names for these nicknames:
Type One: The Big Unit, The Big Train, The Manassas Mauler, The Splendid Splinter, The Big Hurt, Charlie Hustle, Sweetness, The Iron Horse, Mr. October, The Galloping Ghost.
Type Two: _____ “Crazy Legs” Hersh, _____ “Night Train” Lane, “Three Finger” ______ Brown, _____ “Oil Can” Boyd, _____ “Rocket” Richard, _____ “Catfish” Hunter, _____ “Spaceman” Lee.
Type Three: Dizzy Dean, Pele, Tiger Woods, Magic Johnson, Red Grange, Bronko Nagurski, Babe Ruth, Deacon Jones, Yogi Berra, Bubba Smith, Satchel Page.
Type One: Randy Johnson, Walter Johnson, Jack Dempsy, Ted Williams, Frank Thomas, Pete Rose, Walter Payton, Lou Gherig, Reggie Jackson, Red Grange. (Though Red Grange isn’t his given name, see type three below.)
Type Two: Elroy Hersh, Richard (Dick) Lane, Mortacai Brown, Dennis Boyd, Maurice Richard, James (Jim) Hunter, William (Bill) Lee.
Type Three: Jerome Dean, Edson Arantes do Nascimento, Eldrick Woods, Ervin Johnson, Harold Grange, Branislau Nagurski, George Herman Ruth, David Jones, Lawrence Peter Berra, Charles Aaron Smith, Leroy Page.
I imagine most sports fans have their own favorite players nicknames, pseudonyms, aliases and AKAs. For my money Dick “Night Train” Lane and Elroy “Crazy Legs” Hersh are pretty cool.
Do you find it strange that baseball managers wear uniforms just like the players? It’s not like they’re going to put themselves in the line-up, and so need to be dressed to play. No other sport does anything like this.
Can you imagine Scotty Bowman in hockey kit? If he did, would he wear skates or street shoes? I don’t see Bill Parcells outfitted with full padding and a helmet prowling the sidelines. And I certainly don’t want to see the spectacle of Bobby Knight in a tank top and shorts blowing his top courtside.
I can only suppose this baseball tradition of managers in uniform goes way, way back to when teams were captained and managed by players, before there were actual staffs employed for the job. On the other hand Connie Mack wore a suit when he managed the A’s back when they were in Philadelphia. But then, he was also the GM and owner so an exception in other ways as well. Perhaps in the near future we’ll have another player/manager in baseball and the uniform will make sense. Still, it’s a bit odd in my view. I wonder if there’s a dress code for managers. Do they wear a cup, you think?
There is a way to improve soccer to make it better and more exciting, in other words more Ammurrican.
Rather than try to explain the many problems with soccer as it’s now played (see The Good, The Bad, and the Unusual below) I give my rules for a new soccer-like game that would be better. I’ll call it X-ball, as in experimental. If the rules laid down don’t do the trick, change them until they satisfy.
Assume the basics are the same, no hands, no tripping or bumping, etc., kick or head a ball into a goal. Here are the differences.
1. The 6 yard box becomes a 10 yard box which becomes the penalty box. The current penalty box becomes the goaltender’s box.
2. The goaltender can only block, deflect, slap or punch the ball with their hands and arms. No catching, cradling, corralling or otherwise controlling the ball in any other fashion. No dribbling the ball like a basketball or juggling it with the hands in a controlled way.
3. No goal kicks or corner kicks. All inbound plays are throw-ins from where the ball went out, even from the end line. No throw-ins from within the goaltender’s box. If the ball goes out in that area the throw-in is at the edge of the box.
4. Two players from each team are designated "forwards." These players must remain in the attacking zone at all times. They cannot help defend in their own end.
5. No offsides rule.
6. Any foul inside the 10 yard box is a penalty kick from the penalty spot.
7. Fouls within the goaltender’s box, and outside the penalty box, are direct free kicks from the spot of the foul, not the penalty spot. The ten yard rule still applies.
8. Goalkeeper must stay in goalkeeper’s box at all times.
9. Allow three substitutions per half. Starting lineup can be completely changed for beginning of second half, including returning players substituted out in first half.
These changes are designed to do four things. Increase offensive effectiveness and goals (rules 2, 3, 4, 5). Without the offsides rule, the forwards can stretch the defense opening up midfield play. Since the goaltender can’t catch the ball, there will always be rebounds and action ensuing shots on goal rather than a dead end to an offensive thrust. Eliminating goal kicks means the defense gets no free pass out of their own end after a missed shot or offensive thrust.
Decrease incidents of referees and linesmen deciding game outcomes on close calls (rules 1, 5, 6, 7). Protect players from collisions on over the top long passes (rule 8). Keep players fresher for the end of the game when players are often too exhausted to perform (rule 9).
One more thing, get rid of the penalty shoot-out to decide games tied after overtime. That’s like settling a baseball game tied after ten innings by playing home run derby. Silly, really. Instead have more sudden-death overtime... without goalies. That should decide things fairly quickly.
Of course this will never happen. So the only thing I’ll suggest is a way to improve Major League Soccer, a little bit. Stop playing in the summer. Soccer players do a great deal of running and summer heat is a killer. Play in the fall and spring as they do everywhere else.
Baseball sure has changed from when I was a kid. Besides having more teams and inter-league play, there’s a few other alterations you see in the show. I’m referring to four things: players, player substitution, scheduling, and one major rule change.
Players. I’m not talking about how they’re all pumped up on steroids and the medical marvels that allow them to pitch until they’re eligible for social security. What’s different is the number of foreigners that play in the bigs. There were some latin players back in the 60s, but not nearly as many as today. And Japanese players stayed in Japan.
Player Substitution. In the old days your everyday players played, well, every day. None of that one line-up vs. righties and another against southpaws. The line-up was pretty much the same all the time. Plus pitching wasn’t done by committee. A lot more complete games in the past, and as a consequence a lot fewer saves. The starting rotation was shorter, too. A star pitcher got many more starts back then, over forty. How else could Denny McLain have won 30 games? Nowadays they get between 35 and 40.
Scheduling. Even though they still play 162 games, the same as before, the season is longer. Used to be the October classic was in early October not encroaching on Thanksgiving. Two reasons for this. The obvious one is the additional playoff rounds. When I was a lad, they didn’t have them. The pennant winner was the team that finished in first place and went directly to the World Series. The second reason most young people probably wouldn’t guess. They used to schedule a lot more double-headers. In fact, they were a regular part of the season. Now they only have them to make up rain-outs.
Rule Change. The biggest rule change was bringing in the designated hitter. This idea came about because of the way pitching was dominating baseball in the 60s. Carl Yasztremski won the batting crown in 1968 with a .301 average. To get some offensive punch back in the game they came up with the designated hitter because, as everyone knows, pitchers can’t hit. They also lowered the mound and made the strike zone smaller, but those changes weren’t as radical as the DH.
Thing is, there’s no lack of offensive firepower in baseball these days. Isn’t it time to get rid of this rule and go back to “real” baseball. The way they play it in the National League? The way it was played in the American League for 70 years before? To my way of thinking, there’s two things we should try to eliminate from baseball, the designated hitter and steroids. The first is easy, the second... one can only hope.
There’s also a few little things that seem to be different. I don’t see so many players with the big tobacco chaw bulging in their cheeks so much any more. The uniforms are more colorful, though to me they look like softball outfits. Then again, maybe I’m an old fuddy-duddy. (That I used fuddy-duddy pretty much confirms it.) The catcher’s equipment has gone space age. Probably a good thing, that. Most teams now put player names on the shirt backs. Isn’t that what the numbers were for? Way back when the Yankees were the first to put the numbers on so the fans could easily spot Ruth. As if that rotund torso and spindly legs weren’t a dead giveaway.
You might like to know, the Detroit Tigers never retired Ty Cobb’s number. That’s because he never wore one.
I’m talking about three sports, two widely popular around the world, and another fairly popular in the lands of snow and ice. These are, respectively to the title, golf, soccer, and hockey. Lets look at them in reverse order.
It’s a ballgame without a ball, it has a puck. Which is a ball with the top and bottom sawn off and then stuck in the freezer so it’s hard as a rock. OK, not all that weird, but how about a game with two halftimes and three quarters? Must be a Canadian thing. What other team sport considers fighting as a part of the game? I mean a legitimate sport, not roller derby or something of that ilk. Alright, there is some punishment for fighting, you get a five minute suspension.
The most unusual aspect of hockey, it’s the only sport this side of tag team wrestling that allows you to substitute players while the play is going on.
The basic concept is fine, running around trying to kick a ball into a big net without using your hands, but the execution is awful. The offsides rule is possibly the worst in sports. What is it for, what good does it do? The way it’s written it’s virtually impossible to call right. The linesman must be able to see many things at the same time, the two defenders closest to the goal line, the position of the offensive players without the ball, and the position of the player making a forward pass. All this at the moment the ball is played forward. There’s no way to reset things with an NFL style video review, either. They blow the call and that’s that.
Soccer lovers will tell you, unlike those American sports like football, it’s a game of continuous action. Well, it’s a game of continuous play, not action. In fact there’s very little action of consequence. Some games will have fewer than 10 shots on goal for both teams combined. Much of the game consists of the goalie holding the ball while everyone trots to midfield and mills around a bit waiting for the ensuing round of head pinball after the goalie punts the ball aimlessly toward the other end. Or there’s what they call build-up through midfield where everyone jogs around the field knocking the ball back and forth where there’s no real danger of a goal being scored. About as thrilling as the pre-game workout.
Add to that soccer players are the biggest whimps in all of sports. You only need to breath hard on a soccer player to knock him over so he begins rolling around screaming like he’s been shot. A football or hockey player will have a finger reattached and then go back in the game. You’d think these South American countries dripping in machismo would produce tougher sons, but they don’t seem to.
The most obvious shortcoming, not enough goals. This is not a problem only from the lack of excitement that comes from lack of scoring, though that’s part of it. Fewer goals puts a premium on each goal. This means every ruling of the referee can loom large and decide a game. A missed offsides call, a penalty call or non-call can determine the outcome. Without doubt, there’s more wailing and gnashing of teeth over getting robbed by the refs in soccer than any other sport. This makes soccer terribly frustrating, not only does a team have very few opportunities to score, the referee can wipe out your team’s only go at goal with a blow of his whistle for a phantom foul or non-existent offside.
What’s so good about golf, you ask. As a spectator sport it leaves something to be desired. However as a participation sport it’s terrific. In one respect it’s the opposite of soccer in that the refs almost never decide a game. There’s no judgement call of whether you scored or not, either it’s in the cup or it’s not. The only thing you need to keep track of is how many times you hit the ball and where it went. No offsides, no personal fouls, no ball or strike judgement calls, no three second violation, no time clock, no style points... and on and on. It’s practically the only pure sport. The course is the same for every player. The only variable is the weather.
Another plus is you can play as hard as you want and have a good time. If you feel like playing casually you can. If you feel like playing seriously you can. And two people can each play the way they want at the same time. The defense is the course, not the other player. Even a good player can play a duffer competitively if you offer a handicap.
If you wanted to, you could play by yourself and get the same experience. You may not win or lose compared to another player, but you can win or lose compared to par. Golf may not be the sport of kings as horse racing claims to be, but it could be the king of sports.
I admit it, I’m a fair weather fan. I only watch or care if my team is doing well. Some will accuse me of not being a true fan. I can live with that. Sports are entertainment, a diversion for pleasure. If I don’t enjoy watching my favorite teams when they’re bad, I won’t. I don’t need to vicariously lose through others.
There’s a notion you should support the home team through thick and thin no matter what. This is like saying you should eat at your local restaurant no matter how good, or bad, the food is. Why keep eating bad food hoping that it will be good someday, because it’ nearby?
Sports is the only form of entertainment where the audience expects other audience members to support an act whether it’s good, bad or indifferent. The old, “Root, root, root, for the home team.” This support is due to the team because, well, because it’s there. Wherever “there” is. There’s no logic to this, but people have an affinity to the local team as a representative of the community, an extension of the tribe. “Our team,” “We won,” “We are the champions.” The team is us. It doesn’t matter the players are from somewhere else and paid to be here.
I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with this, only that to not go along with this psychology is just as reasonable. If you like some team from somewhere else, so what. If that entertains you, go for it. If you’re from Detroit and don’t like Motown music but prefer Italian opera you’re not a traitor to your city. You don’t owe it to Barry Gordy or Detroit to prefer The Supremes to Verdi. Why should sports be any different?
Sports are frivolous, it’s entertainment. There is no right and wrong way to be a fan in my book. If you enjoy rooting for good teams or favorite players, do that. If you enjoy rooting for the home team no matter what, and bitching about how bad they are, do that. Maybe you just like a team’s colors, logo or name, like Tottenham Hotspurs. Who should care, besides you?
There is one thing, you need to root for someone. Sports just don’t seem to be interesting unless you care who wins and loses. Then again, maybe that’s just me.
For those not old enough to remember, there used to be a game in the NFL called The Playoff Bowl. The Losers of the championship semi-finals would square off to determine third place. Can you imagine a more pointless endeavor? Who really cares who finishes third or fourth? Bet you most folks who can name all the Super Bowl winners can’t name all the losers. I have no idea what trophy they got for winning the Playoff Bowl, if they even had one. The players themselves called it the Toilet Bowl.
In events like the Olympics they have consolation games to determine third place. But you get a bronze medal for that. Still, why stop at third place? Keep going on down with less and less precious metals for fourth, fifth, sixth... brass, pewter, nickle, tin, automotive brite, that’s the stuff that replaced chrome. Some kind of shiny plastic?
Nowadays kids are given awards not for finishing first, second, etc., but just for finishing, period. Or sometimes just for showing up. We offer the same for the NFL, the Colon Award. Teams can place them in the trophy case next to their Playoff Bowl cups.
Everyone knows you “play ‘em one game at a time.” Like many clichés, this one’s been around a long time. Thing is, if they weren’t useful clichés wouldn’t stick around so long. These bland blandishments stating the obvious in comfortable, familiar ways hang on like a bad cold.
To keep some overused clichés from sounding too clichéd, sports figures evolve them into new and improved versions. For instance, it used to be “I gave it 100 percent” was enough. (The current parlance is “leaving it all on the field.”) Then inflation set in raising the bar so ”giving it 110 percent” was required for maximum effort. Say what you will about the math education players get during their college careers, but 110 out of 100 seems like an unobtainable ratio.
Nowadays even 110% is not enough and jocks claim to give “a thousand percent.” Whether this means today’s athlete is ten times better than those of my youth I’ll not venture a guess. It may be due to steroids, who knows. It might just be the turnaround time for clichés is much faster than it used to be, what with mass media saturation of cable tv, sports talk radio and the internet.
Yogi Berra had his own unique take on percentage of effort, “You give a hundred percent in the first half of the game, and if that isn’t enough, in the second half you give what’s left.”
I’m not adamantly anti-cliché. It’s just shorthand used over and over to answer the same questions asked by reporters over and over about similar things in sports which happen over and over. In some ways it’s like a ritualized event. Nobody expects fresh and articulate off-the-cuff answers from sports figures to stale questions. Athletes aren’t wordsmiths, they’re not Dr. Johnson or Groucho Marx or anything like. As the new most popular sports cliché goes, ”It is what it is.”
“You can observe a lot by watching.”
“Now I know why nobody comes here any more. It’s too crowded.”
“It gets late early out there.”
“Slump? I ain’t in no slump. I just ain’t hitting.”
“I really didn’t say everything I said.”
“Baseball is 90% mental. The other half is physical.”
“A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.”
“It’s deja vu all over again.”
“If you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
“I usually take a two hour nap, from one o'clock to four.”
“If people don’t want to come out to the park, nobody’s going to stop them.”
“We made too many wrong mistakes.”
“It ain’t over 'til its over.”
“Eighty percent of putts that fall short don’t go in.”
And one from his son, Dale, comparing himself to his Dad: “Our similarities are different.”
There’s a good deal of talk hereabouts how the Indianapolis Colts are a sure-fire lock to win the Super Bowl. The NFC is described as awful and the Bears as the best of a bad lot, the worst 15-3 team of all time. The experts all agree, bet the mortgage on the Colts.
You’d think the experts would learn a thing or two about predicting blowouts. For those readers old enough to remember, the last time the Colts were heavy favorites in the Super Bowl was in 1968 against the Jets. How did that work out?.
Don’t be taken in by those experts, the bookmakers, who set the odds. The betting line mostly reflects the betting behavior of the public. The idea is to attract enough betting on both sides so the payout will leave a profit no matter the outcome. It’s similar to racetrack paramutual betting. The odds of the payouts are determined by the amount bet on each horse, not some probability algorithm.
That’s the true meaning of the term favorite. It’s not necessarily the team most likely to win, but the team that is favored, or preferred by the bettors.