Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Soccer!!!!!

I'm going to break ground here and be the 1,003,295th person
to blog about soccer in the past week or so. And, like, two
or three people a day will glance at this. I'm wasting my life.

OK. Soccer must be a great game. Captivates billions. And
its egalitarian. You don't need to be 6' 9" or 280 pounds
to play. You can have the dimensions of a regular normal person
and excel. Its just a matter of speed, agility, and practice,
practice, practice.

Is the game in the end better than basketball or NFL football?
I dunno. One's perception on this is likely highly culturally
bound. I was hanging out on London for several months and
spending a lot of time in pubs watching the Premiership
League and soccer-viewing became fairly captivating. Back in the
states seven years later I can't remember why I found it all so
compelling. But I did. Funny story... one of my first evenings
hanging out in London I was at this gigantic pub in Muswell
Hill called the Church... the NFC championship game between
the Vikings and the Falcons (I think) had gone into overtime.
Out of nowhere, someone up front switches channels to a Scottish
golf tournament. No one in the place batted an eyelash.

I'll say this... y'know what soccer and baseball and football
are better than? Friggen baseball. You know what I love? I
love living in a big city with limited park space and--as is the
case in Central Park and Prospect Park--having 98% of the primo field
space reserved for baseball and softball from May until October.
This activity, when played casually by the public is less of a
'sport' and of more an 'exercise in socialization,' bereft of
any exercise. Bah humbug.

At any rate, I do have one gigantic problem with soccer. And a
solution for how it can be fixed. In your typical world cup
game, the following series of events occurs about once every
5-10 minutes: player X with ball is slide tackled from behind
or from the side by opposing player Y without ball. There is
(or is sometimes not) contact between player X on the giving end
and player Y on the receiving end of the slide tackle. Player
X proceeds to hit the turf, and scream and howl and grab some
part of his lower body and give the impression that he's just
blown his MCL and broken both legs with multiple compound
fractures. And then 80% of the time player X is back upright some
moments later sprinting down the field and showing the world
that he has not, in fact, just suffered career-ending injuries.

There is no honor in this. There is no competitive spirit in
this. There is only extreme lameness and embarrassment and
poor sportsmanship in this. The good news is, I have a solution:

Import the 10-second knockdown rule from boxing. If a
player cannot get up in 10 seconds, that player must sub out
of the game for at least 10 minutes. 10 seconds down, 10 minutes
out. That simple. Players who are truly beat up get a rest
and don't risk further injury. Those who are goldbricking a
major catastrophe are penalized. This rule would instantaneously
solve soccer's drama problem. Simple as that. Trust me.

...as a compromise, I'd be willing to accept players getting
penalized with accruing yellow cards and suspensions *after* matches
are over by governing leagues which review all feigned-death-by-slide
tackle-and-miraculous-recovery incidents. But I'd prefer the 10-second rule.

OK, that's it. Sorry Poland. Go Ivory Coast.



The only thing missing from this picture? Randy Neumann callin'
out, "One!... Two!... Three!..."

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Quem é meu amigo em Alcochete? + The Wedding Blog Gets Censored

I threw Site Meter on the blog a few weeks ago, and I can tell
you this free hit-tracking service is pretty fab. One gets
FBI quality info on whos viewing your site, entry links, exit
links, referral links, even a nifty world map showing global
hittage. Now, by and large, the overall news picture here is
still massively disappointing: while my hope was to communicate
with a decent number of folks, the overall site visit count
remains pitifully low. I guess some of the blame
here can be pegged to the phenomenon of 'hit fraud' and the
gazillion fake-blogs being created hourly (or so I've read about
lately)... while some explanation probably lies with the fact
that I solipsistically named the blog url after my standard,
none-too-exciting, jewish American name. If I had named it
"bigexcitement.blogspot.com" perhaps I'd be getting 50 hits a
day. Maybe 100! BTW-- its still available.

OH! But before I get on to the blog hit beacon of light, a funny
story.

So, I have this buddy living over in the Peoples Republic of
China, who tells me that he can not access my wedding blog.
My wedding blog has been censored by the Chinese government!This is fairly exciting. And puzzling. Nothing on there about
Falun Gong, Taiwanese Independence, Tiananmen Square, Harry
Wu, the Japanese invasion of Manchuria, the disputed islands
near Khabarovsk, the Yuan being surreptitiously pegged to the
dollar, rural poverty and supression, industrial pollution,
political freedom, and............ whatever other taboos there
are out there. Perhaps its a translation thing. I distinctly
remember watching a gameshow back in the mid-90s where
contestants had to guess the foreign language translation of US
movie titles, and getting a real kick out of the fact that the
official Chinese translation for 'The Shawshank Redemption' was
'Big Excitement 1994'. Hmmmmmmm. Big Excitement. There it
is again. What's my coincidence, Lily Tomlin? So, maybe info
on the wed blog about hotels in Oak Park actually translates into
something rather subversive or perverse in Mandarin. Anythings
possible, I guess.

At any rate, if you're still with me, getting back to the blog
hit beacon of light... site meter tells me that someone (or
some thing) in Alcochete, Portugal, has been very faithful to
this here blog, visiting and reading fairly regularly. To
that I say, Thank You! person of Alcochete! You fill my heart
with hope and warm fuzzies. Or, "voce enche meu coracao com a
esperanca e os fuzzies mornos!" (according to babel fish).
But... I desire to know more. Who are you? What do you think of
the world? Heat or Mavericks? How did you come upon my blog,
and why the frequent visits? What did it? Do I have a future
in showbiz in Portugal? I think I could make that career
change. Drop me a line.

Ok, that's all. Good day, and good luck.



Alcochete, you had me at hello.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

NBA Photo of the Year



Shots of someone getting dunked on are a dime a dozen... some
are more memorable than others, such as John Starks famous dunk
on a trio of Bulls, or the time Vince Carter lept over the dude
from France in the Olympics... but rarely do we see someone execute
such a magnificent "thunder block" such as the one Ben Wallace
threw on Shaq in the 3rd quarter of the Eastern Finals game
last night. A thing of beauty.