7.14.2022 – configurations

configurations
fideistic fan devotion
emerged harmlessly

Fideistic got thrown out by spell check and that is sure sign that the word is worthy of being in a haiku.

Today’s haiku is adapted from the line, These teams in their ancient configurations, which emerged through years of slow, organic development, should be the objects of harmlessly fideistic devotion by fans, not subject to the ruthless pseudo-efficient corporate logic of endless acquisition, in the opinion piece, The Big Ten Is Growing, But All I See Is Decline, by Matthew Walther in the New York Times.

You can read it here –

Mr. Walther as might be guessed, was writing about college sports in general and the Big 10 and Pac 12 announcement of either a gain or a loss of two teams.

But it was this statement that expressed my feelings exactly about college sports except for the conclusion.

Like so many of history’s great tragedies — the dissolution of the monasteries under Henry VIII, the French Revolution, the end of ashtrays in cars — the decline of college football began with reasonable calls for reform. There really was something odd about the fact that Michigan and Nebraska, two undefeated football teams that had never played each other, were both able to call themselves the 1997 national champions. Surely, fans thought, it should be possible to come up with a system that determines who the real champion is. But it was precisely this uncertainty that once gave college football something of its idiosyncratic charm. To this day, in any dive bar in Michigan or Nebraska you can meet fans who will offer lovingly detailed arguments for why their team would have won 25 years ago if the two schools had faced off. (In 1998, a group of dedicated Nebraska fans went so far as to script and record a mock radio broadcast featuring the hypothetical matchup.)

These conversations were part of the sport’s appeal. They also belonged to a world in which college football was, in ways that are scarcely imaginable today, a regional and somewhat parochial affair. Who cared if a bunch of newspapermen decided (as they did in 1985) that Oklahoma was No. 1 and that a Michigan team with an identical record and its own victory in a major bowl game was No. 2? What mattered was winning rivalry games and conference championships.

Rivalries often involved implicit, class-based rooting interests: urban versus rural, research versus land grant, upper-middle-class professionals and the exurban working classes versus middle-class suburbia. These games were played for ancient, often absurd trophies such as the Old Brass Spittoon, which goes to the winner of the annual Indiana-Michigan State game.

When Mr. Walther wrote, … the decline of college football began with reasonable calls for reform. There really was something odd about the fact that Michigan and Nebraska … I saw this as the silver in the lining, not the sliver in the eye of college sports.

Mr. Walther states that ever since 1997, that season is still a daily presence in the lives of fans just because there was no clear winner.

When the Cubs finally one a World Series, I felt the price, that they won, was too high to give up the 100 years plus memories of trying.

How many teams have won ONE World Series since 1908?

So many dumb teams I tell you.

And how many teams had not won any?

JUST ONE.

But not anymore.

I can’t even name the year that it was that the Cubs won.

The price was too high

But that 1997 year when Scotty Frost apologized for not being able to pose with a rose in his teeth but please please please vote for my team.

Never ever ever forget.

I have a harmless fideistic devotion to a certain team.

That will not be changed by wins or losses or coaches or player commitments.

That will not change.

That there are folks that do change strikes me as too bad.

That those in charge of the game know there is enough of those people that all the ruthless pseudo-efficient corporate logic of endless acquisition is what makes the changes strikes also as too bad.

But I ain’t going change.

Go Blue!

7.12.2022 – but can see in me

but can see in me
things which I don’t see myself
a kind of paradox

Adapted from the line, It’s a kind of paradox. He’s very self-involved, but also very able to see the subtle character of others. He can see in me things which I don’t see myself” in an article in a recent New Yorker Magazine, titled, The First Rule Is Not to Lie: Emmanuel Carrere’s bracingly personal reportage confounds France’s literary establishment by Ian Parker.

I am not sure what it means.

Who has a truly accurate image of how they appear to other people.

Who doesn’t listen to a recording of their voice and not say, that’s not me.

When I worked in TV, occasionally I found myself on TV.

I thought, that is not how I look.

Not how I look in a mirror.

And I was right.

What I saw, what anyone sees in a mirror is reveresered.

What I saw on TV was the way people saw me.

And they probably saw things in me that I don’t see myself.

Where is the paradox?

Or is the paradox that the person doing the see was self absorbed and so self absorbed so that their ability to see anything in anybody other than themselves, let alone things they other person didn’t see, is paradoxical.

To paraphrase Robert Kennedy, some folks look at things and ask why while some folks dream great dreams and ask, why not?

7.11.2023 – place the accent on

place the accent on
wrong letter, you’re going to
mispronounce the word

New York City Mayor Eric Adams was quoted in the article, Eric Adams, the Mayor Who Never Sleeps, by columnist Maureen O’Dowd in this passage:

“If you place the accent on the wrong letter, you’re going to mispronounce the word,” Adams said. “If you place the accent on the wrong moment in your life, you’re going to mispronounce your life. Place it on how many times you got on the train and nothing happened to you. Nothing eventful. That’s where the accent should go, not ‘Hey, this is my 900th ride and you know what, I saw a homeless person today. Oh my God, things are out of control.’ They’re not.”

I spent 20 years working in television news.

Working with a dedicated bunch of people who worked daily, hourly, to identify the accent marks that would mark the moments in peoples lives that would set the pronunciation of those lives.

It struck me, reading this quote, that a word gets one point, one part of a word, that is accented.

As the Mayor said, where that accent goes, can determine the meaning of the word.

Where the accent goes can determine the meaning of your life?

Simplistic?

Yes.

Too simplistic?

I am not so sure.

Right now it is hard to not point a finger at covid and say this is where the accent is in my life.

At least, in my life right now.

Over the years, where is that accent?

Do I choose the place or was the place chosen for me and all other changes and consequences in my life descend from that point?

I think I have told the story of how I wanted to be history teacher.

In college, working with an advisor, I had my course of study from a BA through to an MA all laid out.

I needed a foreign language and after three years of high school Latin, my advisor agreed that Latin was the path for me.

On the first day of college Latin 101, I had to fill out an index card with my name and overview of my Latin background.

The second day, someone from the Latin department stood if front of the class and read out six names, mine included and asked us to step out in the hall.

We were told that after a review of our cards, we were being offered an accelerated version of Latin 101 and 102 which would enable us to meet our 2 years of foreign language requirement in just one and a half years.

It was just an offer and we did not have to take but it would allow us to take another elective should we take the accelerated class.

Without thinking too much about, I took the offer.

The impact was far reaching as this knocked over the house of cards that was my carefully scripted course of study to an MA and it brought about this and that and another thing and in the end I spent 20 years working in the news business instead of a career in teaching history.

Is it that moment when my name was read out loud in a classroom in Angell Hall in Ann Arbor, Michigan and I was asked to step out in the hall the place in my life where the accent mark goes?

My life certainly changed.

I took another path.

A path less traveled on a snowy night with miles to go before I could sleep.

But I didn’t know it at the time.

Much more would happen in my life.

Still, the question remains, was that moment in the hall the place in my life where the accent mark goes?

I guess, only if I want it to.

Maybe really, in the long run, the long view, I stepped out into that hall and nothing happened to me.

Nothing eventful.

Things did not go out of control.

Things were not out of control.

Because they were not.

Nothing happened at all.

7.10.2020 – C is not an A

C is not an A
but a C is not an F
he told reporters

New York City Mayor Eric Adams was quoted in the New York Times article, Eric Adams, the Mayor Who Never Sleeps, by columnist Maureen O’Dowd in this passage:

Six months into the job, Eric Adams, 61, is at a crucial juncture. The honeymoon, filled with hope for a dynamic new mayor, is over. Adams’s poll numbers have dived, which the optimistic politician took with aplomb. “A C is not an A, but a C is not an F,” he told reporters, adding that he interpreted the numbers from tough New York graders to mean “We’re going to give Eric a shot.

You have to admit when the Mayor is right, he is right.

A C is NOT an A.

But it sure is a wonderful sentence.

Also, as a social comment, a friend of mine recently posted a National Parks brochure about being out on the water in a local river.

The brochure had the warning that the river was not round and you did not end up where you started.

I guess I am not surprised that today’s park visitors need that warning.

As much as I am that maybe today’s political reporters do need to be reminded that a C is not an A.

7.8.2022 – been responsible

been responsible
for lies, fraud – those complicit
utterly ashamed

Adapted from the line:

He has been responsible for lies, scandal and fraud on an industrial scale. And all those who have been complicit should be utterly ashamed.

And … we aren’t talking about anyone in the United States.

The sand ran out on Boris Johnson and Great Britain is looking for ‘Someone who can rebuild trust, heal the country, and set out a new, sensible and consistent economic approach to help families.’

As Patrick Henry said, “Caesar had his Brutus — Charles the First, His Cromwell — And George the Third, may profit by their example”

I leave it to the reader to imagine who I am thinking about.

But there has been a feller here in the United States, who has been responsible for lies, scandal and fraud on an industrial scale.

And all those who have been complicit should be utterly ashamed.

Utterly ashamed!

Utterly!

Completely and without qualification; absolutely.

Utterly ashamed.