intention was right
but the execution was …
wrong — and they know that

Adapted from the article, in the Athletic, Nike, MLB announce uniform adjustments after player, fan criticism By Stephen J. Nesbitt May 3, 2024.

All the all important topic of the new uniforms in Major League Baseball, Mr. Nesbitt writes, “The intention was right,” Cubs shortstop Dansby Swanson, a Nike-sponsored player who was critical of the new uniforms in spring training, said this week. “At the end of the day, the execution was wrong — and they know that. They’re obviously doing what they can to correct what they feel like needs to be corrected.”

Baseball is a game with a lot of traditions, some good, some bad, some very bad but there it is.

Of late, uniforms and how to modernize them for today’s players and fans have been in the news.

Seems that the latest batch of uniforms don’t measure up.

I am not saying we should go back to the all wool uniforms of the 1934 Gas House Gang but I just have to ask, wasn’t the look, most likely known as classic … well, classic?

Was because they pictures we have of that era are black and white that those uniforms look … well to me … perfect.

Remember when Bill Veeck came up with the un-tucked look for the Chicago White Sox?

I remember reading how Chet Lemon was traded from the Sox to the Tigers and walked into the clubhouse and said something like, HEY REAL UNIFORMS!

All this talk and the answer seems to be staring Major League Baseball right in the face.

As Mr. Swanson of the Chicago Cubs said:

At the end of the day, the execution was wrong — and they know that.

They’re obviously doing what they can to correct what they feel like needs to be corrected.

Why am I not confident they are doing what they can?

Or that I am confident in what they feel like needs needs to be corrected?

As the great Ted Williams said, “If you don’t think so good … don’t think so much.”

Campbell’s aggression
is fun … breaks with the norms .. but
pragmatism struck

Campbell’s aggression is fun. It breaks with the norms. It’s because of that aggression – because of the fourth-down decision-making; because of his belief in Goff – that the Lions found themselves in the NFC title game to begin with. Still, it’s tough to square Campbell’s decision to kick a field goal at the end of the first half rather than push for a touchdown with his refusal to kick field goals in the second half. Pragmatism struck Campbell when there was a chance to take a three-score lead into the break, only for the swashbuckler to return in the second half.

From Miscues, bad luck and ladybugs: how the Lions blew their best chance at a Super Bowl by Oliver Connolly.

This article was slugged: Detroit had a 24-7 lead at half-time of the NFC Championship Game, and still lost. But they should have no regrets about the aggression that took them that far.

Pragmatism struck.

As Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, “thus conscience doth make cowards of us all.“

Near the end of the movie, The Madness of King George, there is an incredible bit of acting within acting when the King, with the help of some courtiers, is reading aloud from Big Bill’s play King Lear.

They finish the bit in one of the mostest bestest renditions of the scene where Cordelia wakes up the King with a kiss that has have ever been put on film.

All the participants are so moved that no one speaks until someone breaks in with, “Is that the end your Majesty?”

To which George III responds with some angst, “Oh, good Lord, no. Cordeli is hanged, and the shock of it kills the king. So they all die.”

The King looks around then yells in frustration trying to make sense of it all, “It’s a tragedy.”

That was the game last between the Detroit Lions and the San Francisco 49ers.

A tragedy as in the meaning of the genre of the theatre!

The dictionary defines this type of tragedy as “a play dealing with tragic events and having an unhappy ending, especially one concerning the downfall of the main character.“

If that doesn’t define that game, no other single word will.

If that doesn’t define the continued ongoing existence of the Detroit Lions Professional Football Club, no other single word will.

So close.

What might have been.

Oh Fortuna!

I can hear the greek chorus.

Let me tell you, it had to happen this way.

All the breaks had to break the wrong way.

The Lions had to get the early lead.

They had to be able to wedge the door open to let us peak through.

Let us peak through and say … NOPE!

That is not who the Lions are.

Losing that game, and the way it was lost, that is who the Lions are.

As for me?

How does I feel after watching it?

After waiting for this moment for 30 years?

And knowing this may be the last time they will get this close in my lifetime?

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

I am a Lions fan.

Don’t look for me to cry.

My head is high.

I am a Lion’s fan!

As King Lear said:

“Pray do not mock me, I am a very foolish, fond old man.

You do me wrong to take me out of the grave.

Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead.”

Have to play my part.

It’s a tragedy you see.

thank you Fielding Yost!
for that one … looking down from …
football Valhalla

I grew up in a Michigan Football family.

My text messaging has been blowing up the last few hours just with texts from family let alone friends.

But I did NOT grow up in a Bob Ufer family.

There were two radio stations that broadcast Michigan football when I was growing up.

In the beginning there were a lot more as there was no Michigan radio network and every little two bit radio station in Michigan that could afford a telephone hookup sent there local guy to broadcast the game.

I can remember when the Michigan Press Box would be covered with Radio Station call sign banners.

One of those stations was always the University of Michigan station, WUOM (WVGR in Grand Rapids where we lived) and deep calm voice of Tom Hemingway.

This was the voice of my fall memories as my Dad would tune in the game and play it over his super HiFi sound system every Saturday.

Then in Ann Arbor there was WPAG with local hero, Bob Ufer who had a different style of broadcasting altogether.

The main Michigan commercial broadcast was over station CKLW in Windsor, Canada.

Some folks thought this was just crazy.

Until it was explained that Michigan’s Athletics’ Director Don Canham had picked CKLW BECAUSE it was outside the USA and not controlled by the FCC and had a broadcast wattage that let fans listen to Michigan football games .. in GUAM.

Yep, Canham was crazy.

Then in 1976, Michigan signed an agreement in WJR in Detroit, another huge station and announced that Bob Ufer would be the lead announcer.

My Dad couldn’t believe it.

The rule of thumb was that there were two games.

The game as it was played.

And the game as Ufer described it.

Ufer had an old air horn with a rubber bulb that he claimed he took of the jeep if General George Patton.

When Michigan scored a touchdown, he would honk the horn announcing another march down the field to victory just the way Patton scored those victories over those nazi’s in World War 2.

Truly the guy had to heard to be believed.

Here is one game.

The goofy thing is … I was there … and that is just how I remember it.

According to legend, Ufer was asked to speak at a banquet before one of the Rose Bowl Games.

Dandy Don Meredith was the scheduled main speaker and the organizers thought Ufer would be good to warm up the crowd before Don took the podium.

Ufer spoke and he spoke like Ufer.

Don got up, went to the podium and said, “How can I follow that guy?” and sat down.

ANYWAY, in reembrace of Ufe, who cares?

Who gives a damn?

I have never been so happy in all my life.

wasn’t just football …
felt bigger than that – We were …
in it together

And it wasn’t just about football. It felt bigger than that — as if joining a massive crowd is novel and embarrassingly spiritual. We were in it together.

From the New York Times Guest Opinion piece, I Was Transformed by the Best Cult Ever: Michigan Football, (Dec. 31, 2023). By Jaime Lowe.

Ms. Lowe is the author of, most recently, “Breathing Fire: Female Inmate Firefighters on the Front Lines of California’s Wildfires” and a Knight-Wallace fellow at Michigan.

I can write that you either get it or you don’t.

You are a part of this or you aren’t.

And I will admit, that you could read this story from the perspective of any college football teams and their alumni/fan following in America today.

… Just not on the front page of the New York Times.

Maybe on some fan blog.

Maybe on the school’s alumni website.

Maybe in the local newspaper from the home town of that college.

… Just not on the front page … of the New York Times.

Ms. Lowe writes:

I entered the Big House again and again, for the rest of the season. For seven home games, I understood more about why I gravitated to the stadium. Something clicked. My mood, upon entering, changed immediately. I was swept up in frenetic joy. It was as if we, the fans, were a superorganism.

Through football, my mental health shifted; I was happy for the first time in a long time. I found strangers who became friends; long-lost friends (die-hard Michigan fans) who re-emerged in my life; relatives and colleagues who were alumni cheering on my cheering from afar.

In 2021, the Stanford literature professor Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht wrote a book about crowds and stadiums as a ritual of intensity. He covered the idea that crowds can open humans up to experiences beyond ourselves.

Since Covid, these gatherings are more pronounced. I realize escape is a privilege, but for me the season pass was cheaper than one session of therapy.

I am now a person who knows that in 1939, a live wolverine in a cage was paraded around the field at halftime. I stormed the field after the win over Ohio State — our last home game — and woke up with a sprained toe, four bruises, no ability to talk because I had been screaming, a sunburn (it was 19 degrees that morning, so who knows how that happened) and a spiritual awakening.

So we stole some signs.

So we ignored the NCAA.

So what!

We get it.

Because at some point in our lives, we have stormed the field after the win over Ohio State.

Woke up with a sprained toe, four bruises.

No ability to talk because we had been screaming.

A sunburn (it was 19 degrees that morning, so who knows how that happened).

And a spiritual awakening.

We are in it, TOGETHER.

You can read all about here.

In the New York Times.