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Jack Nicholson in the Locker Room

Sports and film crossed wires in my brain, random synapses fired, and out came the following.

Richie Incognito responds:

Son, we play in a game that has lines, and those lines have to be guarded by men–big, mean, rough men. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Mike Greenberg?

I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Jonathan Martin and you curse the Dolphins. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that bullying Jonathan Martin, though unseemly, probably saved quarterbacks.

And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, is good for football. You don’t want the truth, because deep down in places you don’t talk about at Super Bowl parties, you want me on that line. You need me on that line.

We use words like “teamwork,” “concussion,” “trash-talk.” We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending quarterbacks. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a person who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very entertainment that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said “thank you” and changed the channel. Otherwise, I suggest you put on shoulder pads and crouch across from a mean, hulking defensive end. Either way, I don’t give a rip how you think I should act!

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A Sports Win Heals All Wounds

Amazing, the healing power of sports in America.

I learned on the radio this morning that the Red Sox victory in the World Series has cancelled the wounds of the Boston Marathon bombing. The bombing will be remembered no more. The dead will rise, limbs will be restored.

In the same way, when New Orleans won the Super Bowl, everyone forgot about Hurricane Katrina. People who lost their homes and loved ones suddenly declared, “Hey, everything’s okay! We won the Super Bowl!”

What Newtown and Sandy Hook need are winning sports franchises. And maybe the NFL could start teams in Mogadishu and Damascus. You know, to bring healing.

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When Helmets Collide

Football players wear helmets. In violent collisions–which is pretty much the essence of football–helmets sometimes touch. And when helmets touch, defenders get blamed.

When defenders get blamed, they get fined.

So here’s what the NFL needs to do, and where things are probably headed. I present two options:

  • Institute flag football rules for quarterbacks. Hang little flags on their hips. When a defender pulls a flag, the quarterback is “sacked.”
  • Institute touch football rules for quarterbacks. If a defender touches the quarterback with both hands, he’s tackled. This would have taken away the Giants’ first Super Bowl win, when Eli Manning escaped from a bunch of defenders, but hey, safety first.
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Trying Not to Offend

At break, we were talking about team mascot names. Why, one person asked, do we permit insensitivity to Nordic people by allowing a team to call itself the Vikings?

My high school was the Redskins, pretty much the only ethnic group NOT represented at my central-California mutt of a school. But today, no team would choose “Redskins” or other names which represent a people group in some way. Not PC.

It was suggested we could name all teams after animals. But then PETA would get upset.

So I suggested inanimate objects. You could have the Boston Doornobs. The Kansas City Spatulas. The Detroit Vacant Lots. The Minnesota Refrigerators. Stuff like that. Countless possibilities. Who could possibly be offended? And think of the merchandising possibilities?

Our local Fort Wayne baseball team is the Tin Caps, a name which offends nobody except the ghost of Johnny Appleseed.

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Scratching, Spitting, and the Designated Hitter

A friend, a student of baseball, tried to explain to me the difference between the American League and the National League. This, as I told him, is beyond my threshold of caring. However I think I now understand the difference.

The American League players scratch their behinds, and the National League players scratch…the other side. This is a time-honored tradition, and baseball is all about time-honoring. And spitting, of course. My friend also said something about a silly rule called “designated hitter,” which he considered central to the differences between the leagues, but I lost interest.

I’m sure there are many other distinctions between the leagues, such as preferred chewing tobacco and nuanced bat-tapping-on-cleats rituals. But at my advanced stage of life, when it comes to baseball, scratching and itching is as much interest as I can muster.

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Sox. Anyone Have Trouble with that Spelling?

As an editor, can I truly respect a sport that doesn’t know how to spell “socks”? I give you Red Sox and White Sox. Yet, where is the outrage among the language Nazis?

At the time the Red Sox and the White Sox baseball teams were named, many Americans, including the editor of the Chicago Tribune, were pushing for simplified spelling of American English. It was apparently common at the time to see socks spelled s-o-x.

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Sunday Afternoon at the Ballgame

Me (left) with Bishop Phil Whipple and Dr. Sherilyn Emberton, the new president of Huntington University.

Me (left) with Bishop Phil Whipple and Dr. Sherilyn Emberton, the new president of Huntington University.

Watching the game. Pam's in the middle.

Watching the game. Pam’s in the middle.

The dog with its basket of water.

The dog with its basket of water.

Some water for the ump.

Some water for the ump.

Sunday afternoon, August 4, was “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” Day for the staff of the United Brethren national office in Huntington, Ind. A few were on vacation or traveling, or otherwise unable to attend. But a good number of them, along with some family and friends, attended a Tin Caps game in Fort Wayne, Ind. The Tin Caps are a minor league (single A) team of the San Diego Padres.

Because of the need to make up a game cancelled because of rain, the August 4 game was turned into a double-header (both only 7 innings long). The Lansing Lugnuts won the first game, and the Tin Caps prevailed in the second.

It was also a “Bring Your Dog to the Game” day, though I didn’t see anybody with a dog. However, someone had a couple of highly trained Golden Retrievers that participated in the game. They would trot out to the homeplate area to retrieve bats after a Tin Caps player had batted, grabbing the bat in their teeth and, holding it high, prance back to the dugout. Every inning, a dog would prance out to the umpire with a basket of bottled water. The ump would take a drink, put it back in the basket, and give the dog a treat. Then the dog would trot over to the first base umpire. It was great fun to watch.

A photo gallery from the outing can be found on Facebook.

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Run Run Run

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How far do athletes in various sports run during competition? According to Gizmodo, there is a technology called SportVU which can track individual athletes. It found:

Basketball. Seems like a lot of running. But in 2012, the player with the highest mileage was Luol Deng of the Chicago Bulls–just 2.72 miles per game. Of course, we’re talking about a lot of sprinting.

Football. Only 11 minutes per NFL game involve actual movement. Cornerbacks and wide receivers do the most running–about 1.25 miles per game. The typical lineman: probably not so much.

Tennis. During a five-set match, tennis players run 3-5 miles, much of it very quick movements in a very small area. During 7 matches at the 2012 Australian Open, SportVU showed Novak Djokovic running 15.79 miles.

Soccer. Players easily average 7 miles per game, some as much as 9.5 miles in a single game. Except goalies, of course.

Baseball. Nobody has bothered training SportVU on pro baseball players. It’s doubtful that they run more than a few hundred yards during a game. But then, their uniforms look like pajamas, so what do you expect?

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No Sharing Allowed

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Louisville gave coach Rick Pitino an extra $150,000 for winning the national championship. His players, of course, had a role in making that bonus possible. But from what I understand of NCAA rules, he can’t even buy his players a Coke.

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One Way to Get on Letterman

Kevin Ware of Louisville read the Top Ten list on David Letterman last night. This will make you grimace, but probably not as much as it made Ware grimace.

10. “What was that loud cracking sound?”
9. “I hope this doesn’t leave a bruise.”
8. “Hey look, my tibia!”
7. “Ouch.”
6. “Did it go in?”
5. “Oh boy, hospital food.”
4. “Tape it up, coach, I’m staying in.”
3. “They fired Leno?”
2. “Heat then ice? Or ice then heat?”
1. “At least my bracket’s not busted.”

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