Odds and ends of 2010

As usual per this time of year, everyone takes a little time to reflect upon the last 12 months and hypothesize what might happen in the next 12. For me, I came into 2010 a Buckeye and will leave it a Golden Flash. I have a Bachelor's degree from the best university in the world (debate me if you want, I'm not going to back down) and am working on a Master's from one of the best kept secrets in the J-School world. In January, I was taking care of a roommate's dog, but in December I have my own. I've watched friends get engaged (about 7 in the last week actually) while I've remained content in a relationship with myself. I lost somewhere between 10-15 pounds and 2 jean sizes thanks to P90X and my drinking has slowed down significantly thanks to grad school.

Writers often use this time to put this reflection into prose through Top (insert number here) lists, ranking the best and worst news stories, scandals, sports moments, mysteries, movies, music, political shenanigans, etc. You name it, there is probably a list for it somewhere on the Internet. As a sports writer, I have had numerous opinions about my favorite athletes, teams and events, and I think it is my duty to narrow it down to ten for the five of you who really care what I have to say. These are in no specific order because I don't have the credibility to be ranking things.

1. Tiger

Ok, the incident technically happened in 2009, but the aftermath has 2010 written all over it. Tiger lost his wife, his credibility with his female fan base, his endorsements with brands like Gatorade and Gillette, his number one ranking, and, most importantly, his ability to come out a winner in any major golf tournament since he got back on the green in April. The only thing consistent in his life is constant media scrutiny, the backing by the ever-so morally conscious Nike and money from video game sales.

When Tiger's drama unfolded, I, like most women, was disgusted that a man could stoop so low. I never really cared about golf so I didn't feel like one of my favorite athletes had betrayed my trust. But, neither did the guys I worked with at Quaker Steak and Lube, who worshiped Tiger. The only thing they cared about was that he was back playing golf. This reminded me that golfing was Tiger's profession. Cheating was his personal life. I don't condone cheating, but I could probably guess that chronic cheaters exist in all walks of life. The only difference between them and Tiger is that Tiger is a celebrity. Would we be more or less disgusted if we found out a close friend had cheated on their spouse with a dozen or so people? For me, probably more, but I wouldn't be writing about it, and would try to be there for them, even if I didn't think they were in the right.

The real lesson from the Tiger incident is for anyone who thinks they want to make it big, and for those of us who are obsessed with celebrity culture. If you want to be a celebrity, you have to know that your actions, no matter how bad, good, or unimportant, are subject to public scrutiny. But what we, as followers of athletes and celebrities need to realize is that these people are still people. They are not gods. We should not be idolizing them as such. Is there anything wrong with going back to worrying about our own lives instead of putting so much energy into caring about celebrities' stupidity? I'm going to go with no.

2. OSU tatgate

In the most recent installment of "How does the NCAA REALLY work?" Buckeye fans were thrown into a whirlwind of disappointment and ambiguity known in the Twitterverse as #tatgate. What started as a rumor that OSU players were getting free tattoos in exchange for autographs turned into a memorabilia-selling meltdown that led to the five-game suspension (not counting the Sugar Bowl) for a group of OSU's best of next season's senior class. Most of my holiday parties consisted of discussions of "What do you think about those football players, Margaret?" "Are you ashamed to be a Buckeye right now?" "Do you think they were set up?"

When I was a freshman, I decided I would make it a goal to save all of my ticket stubs from every sporting event or concert I attended, from there on out, especially the OSU games. I also made a promise to myself that I would never, under any circumstances, miss a home OSU game while I was a student. From 2006-2009, I made it to every single one, even the 2008 Penn State game when I was black-out drunk off cherry bombs and my friends were making $200 per ticket. That game had a sad ending, but one that didn't was The Game of the Century between No. 1 OSU and No. 2 Michigan in 2006. It was one of the best moments of my life, however, my ticket stub from that epic game is the only one I am missing. I would give anything to have that ticket back.

Tradition is something that is bred into every single OSU student way before they start taking classes or participating in extracurriculars. The intercollegiate athletes are the ultimate representation of that tradition. Maybe they didn't fully understand what it means to be a Buckeye. Maybe they really did need to help their families. Maybe the rules concerning athletic scholarships are too stringent. Whatever the reason, Pryor, Posey, Herron, Adams and Thomas, all freshmen at the time of the sales, figured there would be no harm in making some quick cash off memorabilia they knew they would get duplicates of later in their careers. Out of the entire team, Pryor was the only one that saw significant playing time that season, so the stuff they were selling probably wasn't very important since they didn't really earn it. The problem is that that stuff is important. It's important to the fans, it's important to the culture, and it's important to the tradition of OSU athletics. No matter what the circumstance, it is a disgrace to Buckeye nation when the leaders of the current legacy betray it.

As in the Tiger mess, we have to remember that these players are only human. They were 18/19 years old at the time and most likely from families who probably thought the athletic scholarship was also going to pay for living expenses so they wouldn't have to. While this is understandable, we must take into account that there are thousands of students attending OSU who come from poor families, struggling to pay for their Buckeyes to have a better life. The difference is that these students are able to work non-university jobs, take gifts from other family members, and sell whatever they want to make a living, even if it means sacrificing tradition. Is it going to get to the point where an athlete can't take Christmas money as a gift without facing NCAA violations? Also, what would have happened if the players said their parents sold the memorabilia without their knowledge? Cam Newton did it, and ended up winning the Heisman. If the NCAA really cared about the incident and not the monetary value these young men bring to the organization, Pryor and Co. would have been suspended for the bowl game, instead of the first five snoozer games of the 2011 season, and Kellen Moore would be the newest addition to the Heisman fraternity. Luckily for OSU, Jim Tressel still carries his Northeast Ohio roots, and supposedly worked out a deal ensuring these players would not leave for the NFL. As fans, we are forced to wait and see how this will fuel the fire for Tuesday's Sugar Bowl and whether or not these players will betray us again.

3. B1G Ten: Legends + Leaders = Doubl3 Los3rs

I still am having trouble taking this seriously, so this is going to be brief. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO EAST AND WEST? WHEN DID IT BECOME STANDARD FOR CONFERENCE NAMES TO LOOK LIKE GRE ALGEBRA EQUATIONS? WHY IS IT NECESSARY TO MAKE THE CONFERENCE THE BIGGEST JOKE IN ALL OF COLLEGE SPORTS? I don't know either, but it is for this ridiculous move that I am convinced sports PR is low on intelligent life forms, yearning for people like me to bring its credibility and sexiness back.

4. LeBronaclypse

I have voiced my opinion on this enough, so if you've been reading my stuff you know how I feel about this person. But what has been forgotten in the aftermath of Jan. 8 and Dec. 2 is the current Cavaliers. In the beginning of the season, the Cavs beat the Celtics, went .500 and looked like they were going to be okay. Now, they are proving all their critics right. The biggest lesson to be learned with the Cavaliers is that if you want to be great, you cannot build your team around one superstar, because there's no guarantee he will always be on your side. The Lakers and the Celtics have always been great teams because for every superstar that leaves, there is always another waiting in the wings to take his place. Or because the NBA is rigged and God hates Cleveland.

5. OSU Men's Basketball

My freshman year could have been the best year for OSU athletics in my college career if football and basketball hadn't choked to the same school in the end. I still think the 2006 football team was one of the greatest to ever play in the Shoe, but for basketball, the 2010 team blows the 2006 team out of the water. David Lighty, the only surviving member from the 2007 Florida aftermath, got his rematch against the Gators and did it with a smile. That game was the stepping stone to propel these men to greatness. Now in his best start as an OSU coach (13-0), Thad Matta is giddy as ever. Though the December games were a series of snoozfests, we got to see how deep the Buckeye lineup really is. Jared Sullinger owns the Big Ten freshman of the Week award, Jon Diebler could shoot threes behind blindfolded, and Dallas Lauderdale blocks like he used to play volleyball. This team is going to be dynamic in 2011, as long as they survive any potential upsets in March and April.


6. The Browns

Another season is about to end as the season that almost happened for my beloved Browns. It seems like the pieces are slowly coming together, finally. Colt McCoy isn't a superstar yet, but he is better than Delhomme and as long as he stays healthy, will do great things next season. The same goes for Joe Haden, even if he is from Florida. Peyton Hillis, aka the great white rhino, is one of the best things to happen to the Browns, since, ever. We got him and the Broncos got Brady Quinn, who uses his time wisely to warm up the bench for the holy Tim Tebow. Talk about lopsided. The best thing about the 5-10 (soon to be 6-10) season is that the Browns get another high draft year, and if they make smart decisions like last year, could finally have a playoff calibur lineup.

As far as Mangini is concerned, I'm not really sure if getting rid of him is the best measure. It might be a bigger gamble getting rid of him than keeping him, especially when the players are finally starting to resemble a professional football team. The only person I could trust doing a better job, at this point, is Sandusky native, Jon Gruden. Although this is probably because his cousin dates my best friend's brother, and his coaching tenure could lead to some non-nosebleed tickets for myself. 


7. The Yankees were not world champs

This one is pretty self-explanatory. Even though the Indians sucked and Larry Dolan sucked even more with his "Why would we ever pay good players with the outrageously high salary cap in MLB but not lower our ticket prices" mentality, fans can breathe easy knowing the Yankees don't have a 28th title to add to their stadium decorative scheme. Thanks Texas, even if you did blow it in the end.

8. UCONN

Women's basketball
Last night, UCONN's streak ended at 90, thanks to a loss at Stanford. What is more astonishing than their record-breaking streak and ESPN's obsession with it, is how many people (I'm talking to you men out there) who think they don't deserve to be compared with UCLA because they are women. I do agree that men's and women's sports are different, and the comparison was a little off-balance, but if you are a man, who spends your life watching sports rather than playing them, do not say you could put together a pick-up basketball team that could beat the UCONN women any day because you can't. I hate to go all femi-nazi, but nothing irritates me more than when people crticize sports because they aren't football, baseball, or men's basketball. What those women did was truly remarkable. They have played some of the best teams in women's ball and beat them to the core. If you were to ask the average person which team has the most national championships in OSU history, I doubt they would come up with the correct answer: synchronized swimming. It may not be the most exciting sport to people, but it means something to those involved with it. Who is anyone to discount either one of these remarkable feats as meaningless because they aren't part of the big three?

Football

Another example of why the BCS needs to disappear. UCONN is horrible. The Big East is horrible. Just because your conference used to be good doesn't mean it still is. At the very least, it should not be based on conference but on top ten ranking as to who goes to each of the BCS bowls. The problem is that the BCS and the NCAA doesn't really care what we think because they know we will watch. Why do you think there are so many pointless December bowl games? I bet most of the people I avidly converse with on Twitter have been watching football all day yesterday and are continuing today. We love the sport. We can hate on the BCS all we want. We're still curious to see what happens. The same goes for ESPN. We all make fun of ESPN's worship of the SEC, UCONN women, Brett Favre and the Miami Heat, but we watch that channel every day. I even fall asleep with it on in the background. Both organizations know they will make money off of us no matter what post-season path they choose, which is why we are left out of the process.


9. Favre

Brett Favre is a joke. He used to be great, hall of fame material. Friends of mine in elementary school loved wearing their Brett Favre jerseys, even the ones who were raised Browns fans. Now, with his retirement indecision, Wrangler commercials, and dismal 6-9 season, one has to wonder why he didn't just quit while he was ahead? Was it worth it to face all these injuries leading to a concussion that will most likely end his season before Week 16 is even over? Did he not take the collapsing Metrodome roof as a hint that he needs to end this before it gets out of hand? Apparently not. This is why ESPN loves him so much. 

10. KSU football

My final sports opinion is not so much a reflection but a premonition for the future. After coming from a school that realllllyyyy cares about their football team, I was in culture shock at Kent State when I found out that people could care less what happens to the Golden Flashes on the field. I know that some schools are just not football schools, and education should be the main focus of an institusion. I mean, KSU is number 194 in US News and World Report's top 200 Colleges and Universities, why should they care about football? The point is, if you are going to put so much money into a sport you better make sure you aren't going into debt because of it. Kent State was, in fact, in jeopardy of losing its Division 1 standing if it didn't sell 90,000 home season tickets, including the free student tickets. I'm not sure if they ever reached this goal, but I do know that local businesses had a plan in place to buy up what was left if they didn't. Very celebrity AIDS awareness Twitter-death-esque.

Following another losing season, Coach Doug Martin stepped down, and former OSU assistant coach, Darrell Hazell stepped up. At the Kent vs. Youngstown State basketball game, Coach Hazell received a warm welcome from the crowd, especially after he stripped down into a "Beat Akron" tee. In case you aren't familiar with the MAC, the Akron/Kent rivalry is Northeast Ohio's OSU/Michigan. Those games actually sell out, although that probably has to do more with geographic proximity than fandom. Either way, I think Coach Hazell will turn things around and make the program worthy of recognition within the KSU community. Having learned a thing or two about rivalry and recruitment at OSU, I am certain Hazell will lead the team to a winning record, though this might not happen over night. He will also contribute to the PR and marketing schemes that will make people excited about Golden Flash football. If there is anything I learned after a semester in a public relations graduate program, it is one part good team five-parts atmosphere that get people fired up about a sport. If it wasn't, why on earth would we be so invested in it that we devote our writing skills to it?

Freshman Forgiveness

The word "excited", a term most people resort to when expressing their joy for something, could never correctly describe my feeling for this year's college basketball season.

Anxious.

Elated.

Fired up.

Those adjectives, courtesy of thesaurus.com, do my happiness for this time of year much more justice. But it's not because Ohio State is supposed to be the best they've been since I was a freshman or because Kent State students actually care about what happens on a court rather than a field. It's because of a fifth-year senior that reminds me of my glory days every single time he makes a shot.

David Lighty and I entered OSU as part of the freshman class of 2006. Though he never personally knew me, we have a connection that is one of those "small-world" scenarios. He played three-on-three with Daequan Cook and Mike Conley Jr., against some of my good friends outside Stradley Hall. He used to stop by Morrill Tower to visit Shavelle Little and Lesslee Mason, two freshmen on the women's team, and also my suitemates. And there was one weekend when I was convinced his teammate, Greg Oden, was stalking me. Every single party or bar I snuck into, Oden was sure to be close by. Also, when I worked at Victoria's Secret, Oden came shopping with one of his lady-friends and was responsible for the first-and last- line of teenage boys outside the lingerie store.

So you see, Lighty and I are only separated by one degree. But the separation is not the only reason I have a soft-spot for him.

As a first-year graduate student, I constantly feel stuck in limbo between that undergraduate youthfulness and that graduate responsibility to self. I want to party five nights in a row and function normally each morning but the sad reality is that I can't.

Let me clarify: I worked my butt off in journalism school and managed to graduate Cum Laude, leading me to a full ride at Kent State. The only time I really went out five nights a week was spring quarter senior year when I set my schedule up in a way that was conducive to my "Go hard or go home" mentality of that final ten weeks. I was determined to go out with a bang. If I ever tried to do that again I would surely die. But anyone who was/is a social drinker in college will tell you it's not so much the actual substance they are obsessed with but the ridiculous, "man, if my mother found out about this" stories they have with friends the next day.

For me, I was one of the lucky ones who made friends that I could create memories with sober, and work together with to elicit a collective memory following a night of heavy debauchery. I would never be able to list these stories in a blog; that piece of work will be saved for a novel. But whenever I watch David Lighty play I am reminded of the last four years of my life and how meaningful they were to my journey.

I would love to re-do some of my experiences, either to correct the mistakes or make the fantastic fabulous. There are also some that I never got the chance to enjoy, so I wouldn't mind giving them a shot. But I am in grad school now, 2 hours from Columbus. My visits only happen on weekends and my freshman forgiveness has long expired. 

Now, in his final year of eligibility, Lighty is determined to accomplish feats that he missed in the last four years. If I had chosen to pick up another major and take a fifth year, I would have undoubtedly done the same.

Already, he's had the chance to re-live one of the most scarring moments of his career, besides his season-ending injury. In 2007, OSU and Florida faced-off for the NCAA National Championship. Instead of the Buckeyes making up on the court what the football team couldn't do on the field, they were also outplayed by the SEC powerhouse. This marked the second of two blemishes that tarnished my otherwise flawless first-year experience.

Tuesday night, OSU played in the rematch it had been anticipating for more than three and a half years. The Buckeyes knew the stakes were high. The SEC has historically owned OSU, and the Buckeyes hadn't won a non-conference, top-10, regular season road game since 1961. Florida held a slight edge the first half, and, going into half-time, I was slightly prepared for the usual disappointment my teams throw at me. But, with 26 points, and a smile after every single one of them, Lighty and his teammates owned Florida in the second-half. Those little blue pom-poms and smurf people were not enough to scare away the Bucks from Gator territory. Once it became a 15-point game, Lighty finally received freshman forgiveness from the sports gods.

Luckily, for athletes, anytime they have a bad game, they get to hear "it's okay, there's always next year". Sometimes there is no "next year" for certain match-ups, but generally, they get a second shot at something. In academia, freshman year is your one shot to get it right.

Though most of his first-year teammates have long since moved on to other endeavors, either the NBA, ESPN or the infinite injury report (poor Greg Oden), Lighty remains the oldest member on the Buckeye roster. He is the only person in Scarlet and Gray who fully knows what the Gator pain feels like. I always say everything happens for a reason. Had Lighty not been injured his junior year, he never would have been able to give that pain right back.

That second chance was a defining moment in Lighty's career, and the rest of OSU's season. With three and a half months until March Madness, I am excited to see what's going to unfold. College sports are everything but predictable, and if it weren't for those little second chances, the sweetness of it all wouldn't taste this good.

Image is Everything

In my last quarter of undergrad, I took a crisis communication class that ended up landing in the top 5 of the most interesting courses I ever took at Ohio State. This week, in one of my graduate classes, we discussed how crucial crisis communication is for a business. Any organization, no matter how big or small, must have a crisis communication strategy in place or else failure of that organization is imminent. In the last decade, we have seen some of the world's biggest corporations crumble, not because they messed up in their operations but because they failed to clearly communicate with their publics about what went wrong and what they are doing to correct the problem.

As I began reading the chapters and engaging in class discussion, I got to thinking: why aren't athletes trained in crisis communication, or at least surrounded by people who are?

Athletes are their own business. Each is branded based on their market value within the world of sports. This goes beyond endorsements to the image these figures present the fans and where they make these images fit the best. Like in business, there are those who are:

• Your typical small business in the wrong market either because of too many fish in a big pond or not having what it takes to stand out: any 7th round draft pick that gets cut before the season, only never to be picked up again or stuck in the UFL
• Your niche market: Joshua Cribbs, Daniel Gibson
• The up and coming businesses that will change the market: Kevin Durant, Blake Griffin, Peyton Hillis
• Your fad market: Allen Iverson
• Your sketchy market that sounds great in their sales pitch but really are out to scam you (like those check cashing places and Safe Auto): Ron Artest
• Your big businesses we love to love that really got their marketing campaign right: Shaq, Michael Jordan
• Your big businesses that got so big it was only a matter of time before their egos became too big for their markets: Tiger Woods, LeBron James

Each category is what makes the U.S. business moedl one of the world's most powerful and what determines athletes' positions in sports hierarchy. For both worlds, it's the one that usually fails in connecting with their publics that takes a bigger fall when a crisis occurs.

Let's first look at Tiger. The media has finally gotten over all his drama, for the most part. However, he is going to forever be a topic we'll hear about and think "oh no, why are we talking about him again." But he is a perfect example of an athlete who definitely did not know how to handle an image crisis. When Tiger came on the scene, he became one of the most fascinating athletes to walk this earth. If it wasn't for him, golf would undoubtedly still be an obscure topic to most Americans. He didn't just make himself America's hottest brand; he made the golf market relevant to the overall picture. People only started watching golf to see what Tiger would do. People that don't even golf would buy Nike golf products to look like Tiger. That is the goal every athlete wants: be the biggest and the best. Isn't that the same goal of business-people? Hmm..

If I had to compare Tiger to a billion-dollar corporation he is Enron. Before the whole scandal, I had no idea what Enron was all about. In fact, I didn't even know it existed, mostly because, at the time of its downfall, I was 13. But most people past a high school education would tell you they've heard of Enron. They could probably also tell you Enron was an energy company in Texas. That's where the knowledge of the company stops. It's a big mystery that was only cracked when scandal struck. The same goes for Tiger. Everyone knew Tiger was a biracial golfer that was freakishly good at the sport. But that's it. Every now and then there would be mention of his family, but, usually athletes and their families aren't hot topics in mainstream and celebrity news unless they have a unique angle.

Last year, Tiger found his angle.

I'm not going to re-summarize the story that's been summarized hundreds of times before; we all know what went down. But what is the most interesting part is not the situation but how long it took Tiger to face the public to talk about it. Even in his monotone apology three weeks after the Thanksgiving incident did he never come out and say exactly what went down.

Here was this person, invincible in our eyes, that, overnight, became one of the most hated people in the country. Enron was the same way. It was one of Forbes' most innovative companies, yet no one really knew what it did. All people needed to know about Tiger and Enron was that they were badasses in their business strategy. So when each fell, everyone was stumped and curious.

It really makes you think: how can we trust something we know so little about? Why do some of the most loved people end up being the most shady?


If I had to compare LeBron to a billion-dollar corporation, he is BP.

BP is one of the most notable and profitable businesses in the world, and, unlike Enron, most people could tell you some facts about BP and why they use them for fuel. LeBron is one of the most notable and profitable athletes in the world. Unlike Tiger, people could tell you all about his life story and why they love him. Within months of each other, BP and LeBron Inc. managed to go from these humble, yet massive market powerhouses we love and respect to these entities we love to hate. The key similarity between the two, besides the obvious letting-people-down thing, was that they ran from their disasters, instead of admitting they were wrong.

While the oil spill was terrible for the environment, the public might not have been so pissed at BP for letting this happen had the CEOs immediately apologized and said they were doing everything they can to fix the problem. Instead, they were off on a sailing trip, amongst other ritzy activities. LeBron leaving Cleveland was going to suck regardless. Not only were fans losing the biggest superstar in Cleveland sports history, but Northeast Ohio was about to lose its biggest economic stronghold (See video below).

Hastily made Cleveland Tourism video

The part about his decision that angers people the most was "The Decision." Like most educated people, I get business. I understand that in order to capitalize on your wealth, you need to go where you think you will get the highest return on your investment. Athletes are traded or sign contracts with different teams all the time; people change careers all the time. Sometimes, we lose co-workers we love because a better opportunity awaits. Sometimes, we lose our superstars for the same reason.

Another key similarity between LBJ Inc. and BP: they continue to make money off consumers, because we can't live without them. Everyone says they hate BP, but they'll still get gas there because they need it. Nobody likes LeBron except for fans of the Heat, but people need to know what will happen next. Interesting fact about the Heat/Celtics game was that the city with the most viewers behind Boston and Miami was Cleveland. We may not like LeBron, but we can't stop watching, just like the way we can't stop driving our cars. 

Whatever happened on the business side of basketball that made LeBron want to leave is still a complete mystery. All he had to do was issue a statement, maybe even a small press conference saying he was leaving and why he was leaving. Instead, he created a PR spectacle that was so ludicrous that it earned him twice as many haters as he would have had if "The Decision" never took place. Now, he wants to work with Nike and create a commercial basically telling Cavs fans "What do you want from me? I had fun but, oh well, I'm going to do what I want, I don't know why you are so mad."

Let me say this again:

IT IS NOT WHAT YOU DID IT IS HOW YOU DID IT! Stop pretending you are a good person when you have yet to admit the biggest mistake you have made in your career thus far. Maybe your choice wasn't necessarily the mistake but your method sure was and that is something Nike is not going to be able to fix for you.

That commercial was not image repair but image reaffirmation, that LBJ just doesn't get it.

If a person, famous or not, or an organization, big or small, is up front about their image rather than trying to hide it, less people will feel betrayed if an "oops" occurs. Also, waiting to react to a situation is a great way to lose respect. People don't like uncertainty. We must constantly be in the know about everything important to us. If we feel like we are being fooled, we need to know the truth. That's what crisis communication is: communicating the truth about mistakes, as fast as possible, and letting the audience know what is being done to rectify those mistakes.

Maybe athletes don't have PR representatives for crisis communication. Maybe this is because they are supposed to be people, not entities, and should know what to do in the event they mess up. But the truth is, they are entities. They are not just the people we see on the court, the field or the green. They are the apparel and the sports drinks they endorse. They are the movies and TV shows they make cameos in, the same way corporations use product placement for their brands. They make money off the consumer, not just their talent. 

The more these entities try to fake their images, or fail to admit their mistakes, the greater the reprucussions when the dirt comes out. Tiger ended up admitting his infidelity and apologizing, even if it was forced and totally unbelieveable. In the year since, he has yet to win a PGA tournament and his earnings have plummeted. Enron's top executives also apologized and were incarcerated. Following its bankruptcy, it never regained its position in the corporate world. BP, on the other hand, still remains in business, because we can't live without them, even if they never fully admitted their failure. LeBron also has yet to apologize to his fans and admit the way he humiliated them on national TV was wrong. Time will tell what happens to his career. But, to me, LeBron saying he still has a soul is like saying I don't drink for 14+ hours in Columbus for OSU gamedays. What's the point in trying to pretend you're something you're not?

Hey, don't forget the "little" guy!

Unless I am so exhausted I could sleep standing up, I have to fall asleep with the TV on. I'm probably not alone in this; having the TV on brings on an unexplainable comfort that doctors usually say is bad for children, but I think I turned out okay. As my interest in sports has grown, I usually turn on the late night version of SportsCenter, and last night was no different. Just as I entered that state right before sleep was about to set in, Stan and Neil started talking about how many people thought the Cleveland Cavaliers would cease to exist after the departure of LeBron James. I got to thinking "wow, they're going to finally mention how well the Cavs are doing in the preseason." It was too good to be true. Instead, they talked about the original 2011 Cavs calendar with LBJ on the cover and how he hasn't completely left the city yet. Then they went to talk about his performance with the Heat and all of his awesomeness.


Immediately, I woke up and actually had to turn the TV off. By now, I'm used to everyone disregarding the Cavs, but I have barely heard any mentions in the sports world outside of Cleveland how well they are actually doing. I know, it's just preseason, but everyone thought they were going to be horrible. While they are missing a superstar, one thing they've always done well, is work together. I was at the only preseason game they lost so far (go figure) and I was impressed how they played like LBJ never existed. They were nowhere near "best team ever" status, but they put on a show that was still so dynamic that it's gotten them to a 4-1 record.

From a media standpoint, I understand why the Heat are going to be the most-talked about team this season, but from a fan standpoint, I hate that the Heat are going to be the most-talked about team this season. But what agitates me more than the Heat is how much hierarchy exists within American sports; how a synchronized swim team can bring a school the most national championships out of any of its intercollegiate programs, yet barely get recognition because football is "better"; how a state can have seven Division 1 FBS teams but only one really matters; and how a professional basketball team is only as important as its number of superstars (times that by three and, congratulations, you won yourself a special section of ESPN).

Before I continue, I must make one thing clear: I am all for competition. If life didn't thrive on competition, we may avoid major problems like war, but, if it wasn't for competition, how would we ever form goals? How would this country become what it is? How would we be pushed to constantly better ourselves? If there was no competitive aspect about sports, then why play them? Even in an intramural game that's supposed to be "just for fun", there has to be a level of competition or else everyone would just stand there and stare at each other. Someone has to be the best, and ties don't work- which is probably part of the reason Americans are nowhere near as excited about soccer as the rest of the world.


But, can we really pinpoint how to measure the best? If you said it is measured by the number of championships, then, fine. Let's look at Ohio State athletics.
Number of intercollegiate teams: 35 (36 if we count cheerleading, er, spirit program).
Most popular sport: football.
Sport with the most national championships: synchronized swimming (26)

When I wrote for The Lantern, I covered synchronized swimming and other sports that no one else would, because, as a school newspaper, I felt it's only fair for it to represent the entire school, including its athletic department. Most people would argue that synchro is boring, but that doesn't mean it sucks and doesn't deserve notoriety. If anyone has a chance to go watch synchro at OSU, I highly recommend it because it is incredible how strong their bodies are. They don't just float around and do little flips and leg kicks like on those Nuva Ring commercials; they tread in 10 feet of water for about 4 minutes, hold their breath for 30 seconds at a time and flip into the air like dolphins. These girls can do things the Terrelle Pryor could never pull off. If he did, he would either drown or severely injure himself.

Even with their success, people would much rather spend a Saturday at the Shoe than at McCorkle Aquatic Pavillion. But, if we talk strictly about football, why is it that most people would rather spend it at the Shoe than at Dix Stadium, Summa Field or the Glass Bowl? Ohio is home to 7 Division 1 FBS teams, but only one really matters. These MAC teams can be found in all corners of the state, so their fan base is strictly a niche market. Also, the MAC has never had the funding or the talent to ever compete with Ohio State for market share. In fact, when MAC schools face OSU, some of their students actually cheer for the Buckeyes. What is really crazy to me, though, is how people actually wear OSU stuff to MAC games that have do not involve OSU.










I went to the Kent vs. Akron game last weekend. The only thing better about KSU's Dix stadium than the Horseshoe was that it sold beer. Two of the people we were with wore OSU jerseys (in their defense, they were alum who, unlike me, are not continuing their education at Kent), and as we walked around the stadium, there were way more. The worst non-display of Kent or Akron spirit wear had to be the people wearing Pittsburgh Steelers jerseys. Seriously? I could see Browns jerseys because KSU is Josh Cribbs' alma mater, but Pittsburgh. This would never be seen at OSU, but I guess that's what happens when there is only one alpha dog in a state full of teams that never learned what it takes to be a football powerhouse. However, this doesn't mean it can't happen..Cue Boise State and TCU highlights.

The worst hierarchy system of all happens in professional sports, although, I'm starting to think this is more of a media issue than a fan issue. As mentioned before, the Cavs are surprising everyone with their winning preseason record, but the only people that know, or care to know, are Cavs fans. It's hard to remember too much of life before LeBron, but I'm excited for life after. ESPN doesn't think it matters though. What I heard last night got me thinking about all the other teams in the NBA that aren't the Heat, the Celtics, the Magic or the Lakers. All the other teams that lack those mega-superstars but probably play with a whole lot of passion. Why don't teams like the Cavs or the Grizzlies or the Warriors get a special section devoted to them on ESPN? Even the Celtics and the Lakers don't have devotion pages, which could be called things like "Shamrock Showcase" or "LA Confidential". I was taught that in the media, whatever media it is, you should remain fair and balanced. ESPN might be relatively neutral in their content, but that doesn't mean they're fair to the world of sports. Again, I get that some sports, teams, and athletes are just more popular than others, but if you are going to over-analyze LBJ's new team you better be able keep tabs on where he came from.

Many of you who sat through this post might think I'm crazy and the answers to my questions are a no-brainer. I know why the sports world is the way it is. I know that competition is one of the things humans thrive on. And I know that things are not going to change. But that doesn't mean we can't question it and stop to think about the "little" guys (and girls) once in awhile because to somebody, they matter.


By the way, The Heat are 3-2. Every loss is Cleveland's gain.

Links to 3 videos that you've probably seen, but I had to share the wealth just in case

To start the weekend off right, I figured I'd post my favorite web videos. None are new or in anyway enlightening, but I find all of them hilarious and excellent pieces of the YouTube world. Enjoy, and Happy Friday!

First one is patron chug. It was on Tosh.0 a few weeks back. Sadly, I probably can name a few people stupid enough to try this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31m33PJW7cw

Number 2 is a little less disgusting but a lot more hilarious. There's a good chance you haven't seen the first one but if you never saw this one you're living under a rock.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzNhaLUT520


And finally, if you want to know what we're taught NOT to do in journalism school, please watch.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5C2gihnEkE

Back in Action: Happy October

Well, hello, blog world, my have I missed you...

The dozen people in this world that actually care about what I have to say probably thought I disappeared for good, or that with LeBron's departure was the end of my inspiration. But unlike he, I am no sell-out. My hiatus was merely because of two reasons.

First, summer is a slow sports month, and after "The Decision", there really wasn't much of importance going on, at least not anything I was paying attention to. I will admit, I tuned sports out of my life for about two weeks following LBJ's display of douchery. Then, I wrote a post, and tuned out again until football season.


Second, I was trying to do as little thinking as possible so I could rest my brain for what I was about to take on for the next to years: graduate school. Six weeks in, I think I've gotten my new routine in order and have found the time for free time. Also, I can count my number of friends in this area on both hands and the number of bars on one so there are far less distractions than in Columbus. Of course, I am already counting down the days until I get out of here. I love the program, the people, and the campus isn't bad, but it's far from the city life I thrive on. And no one really cares about football. The night Ohio stayed played Marshall, Kent also had a game, against Murray State. But, you would never know because there were more people in Scarlet and Gray than Blue and Gold, and all the "college" houses were silent. The black squirrels weren't even running around; they're usually ALWAYS running around. I guess that's how it is at MAC schools. Every day I think of how lucky I was to not go anywhere besides OSU for my undergrad. I imagine my life would have turned out much differently, which probably would have been for the worse.

But, now that I have my life in order, or at least the illusion of having it together, I can get back to my art. And, what better time than October?

If you are sports fan, it's hard to argue against October being the best month of the year. For me, it is actually my second favorite. The first is March because that is when I celebrate my birthday-which for the past 4 years has fallen on spring break, and will do the same for the next 2, giving me an extra reason to sacrifice my dignity for a week.






If it weren't for all the horror film previews, October might take the top spot. If I was to try to write about the awesomeness that is October I would be on the verge of a small novel. Baseball, football, basketball, soccer, hockey and even golf are all in session, giving ESPN more than five stories to dwell on 24 hours a day. Wait, what am I talking about, they do that regardless.

This year, I'm a little irked at all my sports. Usually, this is only because the Indians did not make the playoffs. This time, it's more than that. But, it's still October so for every negative there is at least one positive around the corner.

The one irking me the least: Ohio State football. The only thing I'm annoyed about is how they almost lost to Illinois. Why do they almost lose to Illinois every year? In 2007 they DID lose to Illinois, but the Illini weren't exactly terrible. They weren't ranked, but they had a winning record in a year where only OSU and Michigan represented the Big Ten in the AP Top 25 at that point of the season. As far as Pryor's injury, I'm not too concerned. I hope this doesn't bite me in the ass but facing Indiana before they head to Wisconsin should give him some time to heal. So as long as he stays healthy, something clicks with the special teams and they don't have another October upset, it should be smooth sailing into November (arguably our toughest month of the season).

The no-brainer annoyance: The Indians failing to make the playoffs, or even have a chance. I really don't need to say anything more except I'm with the rest of the country and hope the Yankees blow it (besides Yankees fans, of course). The bright side to baseball this season: There is an Ohio team in the playoffs. Yes, they were shutout by Roy Halladay, but at least they made it. That's something the Tribe can't boast, 3 years and counting.

The team starting off October right: The Cleveland Browns. So far, the Brownies have a winning record in October. Despite T.O.'s 200+ yard game, the Browns held-off the Bengals 23-20. And I have fallen in love with a running back named Peyton Hillis. Every time I see his face after he makes a play I learn what a Bieber-obsessed 12-year-old feels like when the words "Baby, baby, babyyy" come on the radio. The only bummer about the Browns so far is knowing they should be undefeated. Instead, they decided to turn into a junior varsity football team in the second half of all their September games. The most ridiculous play was (against the Ravens, I believe) when Seneca Wallace through the ball BACKWARDS TO NO ONE! I don't know what that was, but it's irrelevant now because an 0-3 September is going to turn into a 4-0 October.

What irks me the most: The Heat Index. In case anyone is unfamiliar with ESPN's latest coverage stunt that goes against everything we're taught in journalism school, please refer to the following link:

http://www.espnmediazone3.com/us/2010/10/espn-com-to-launch-%E2%80%9Cthe-heat-index%E2%80%9D-oct-11/

I never really thought ESPN favored LeBron this much until he took his dignity to South Beach. Then again, this could be one of those situations that is comparable to a bad relationship: everyone tells you he's a douche but you don't want to hear it and then when it's over you wonder why you never realized how bad it was while it was still going on.

With the Heat Index, Cleveland fans can be slapped in the face every time they check ESPN.com. It's a fantastic move by ESPN. Everyone is sick of Brett Favre so to spread out their time they put more focus on Miami. What's even more genius is that they got former Cavs beat writer, Brian Windhorst, to be one of the main contributors for the special site. In his defense, he always hoped to take his talents to ESPN and faced the music when the critics came calling. It is also good to know that he will crank out more critical pieces about LBJ than any other journalist who didn't see first-hand how bad he hurt an entire city. It's okay though. The Cavs are 1-0 in preseason play, showing they haven't totally lost themselves.

The Heat are also 1-0, but I don't really care at the moment. I've already put enough time into thinking about them for one day. I can't waste too much time dwelling about bad things happening in October when there is so much good all around. I will be at the Cavs second pre-season game tonight. I think it will be a reassuring experience knowing that Cleveland fans always bounce back and look on the bright side. It's just in our nature.

And so a new blow to Cleveland is now in the record books...

It has been 14 hours since a dagger has been twisted in the back of Cavs fans but the wound is still deep. Our beloved "chosen one" has chosen another, as if he was the bachelor choosing the whore over America's favorite at the final rose ceremony. We are now left with feelings of anger, grief, and outright pain that has been illuminated by the light of the hundreds of burning number 23 jerseys. Cleveland fans are used to pain: we all know "the fumble", "the drive", "the shot", Jose Mesa, and countless other events that have slapped Cleveland sports fans in the face. But I can argue that none of these events will EVER top what happened last night. In a preconceived media spectacle, Cleveland's "king" went before the nation and announced "the betrayal". As soon as the words "South Beach" fled from Lebron James' mouth I could hear sighs and curse words all across Ohio, well, okay, maybe just across Quaker Steak and Lube. I can say without a doubt that in 50 years if I go back into that restaurant I will be able to look around the building and point out EXACTLY where I was standing when those words were announced as if it was happening all over again.

Though many teams were in the running and are disappointed about the decision, they will never feel the pain that Cleveland feels. Dan Gilbert even posted a statement about the decision, something he may or may not regret in the coming days. His words were the words that all Cleveland fans wanted to say, and were saying through social media. A trend I noticed with my friends and followers was that it wasn't so much THAT he left, it's HOW he left. This was just not a decision that every other free agent annoucned to ESPN through a simple fax or phone call but a pre-orchestrated public relations ploy that probably will be one of the highest rated shows in ESPN history. It was a flawless marketing scheme and we all bought into it. I, however, like to think of myself as better than that, and had I not been working, I would have saved my Nielsen number and waited for it to show up on Twitter.

I, like millions of others, was one of LeBron's biggest fans. Yes, I am a Cavs fan, but LeBron, to me, represented more than a team. He represented a city and I believed him to be one of the few athletes that put the game first, not their egos. In fact, my very first blog post was titled "58476521 reasons why LeBron won't leave Cleveland." I thought he knew how much he meant to the Cleveland area, not just for sports, but for the life he brought back into the city. With him gone, there goes even more of the economy of a city that was already coming into its slow demise.

As the 2009-2010 season ended for Cleveland two months ago, the talk became about where he would choose. The whole season we heard how the Knicks and the Nets were going to have loads of salary space and were the front-runners for LeBron, but when I started hearing about the Bulls, The Clippers, and The Heat wanting to make a plea for him, my first instinct was that if he doesn't stay in Cleveland, he would go with the Heat. After last night, I will, for the rest of my life, always trust my first instinct with every single decision I ever have to make. Most people, including those "expert analysts" on ESPN, only mentioned the Heat because of the salary space but never even considered it as an option for LBJ. It seemed crazy to people because the Heat is Dwayne Wade's team and there was no way he was going to sign with anyone else. Most people could have agreed that it would have been between New York, Cleveland, and Chicago because they thought they knew LBJ and the decisions that would be most important to him: choose the spotlight and the money in NYC with his pal Sean Carter, stay in his hometown and remain its savior, or take his chances to Chi-town and have his best option at a championship in 2011.

While all these seem like great ideas on paper, we must not forget who we are dealing with and that though he is a gifted athlete he cannot win a championship alone. Kobe couldn't do it alone and neither could Michael Jordan, Larry Bird, or anyboday else with multiple rings. Why would LeBron be any different? In the last 7 years he has been working hard to find someone who is up to his superstar caliber to get him the ring. The closest they got was in 07, but I like to believe that was just pure luck because they were severely underrated. Last season was the season. All of the puzzle pieces were in place. Anderson Varejao was a dominant force, Mo Williams was arguably the most improved player, Shaq brought in a whole new fan-base and experience, and Antawn Jamison was like that last piece that you swore was missing for good but you later found it underneath the coffee table and could smile when it finally completed the the board. But with the upset by Boston, it was like someone just came across and picked up the puzzle board and tossed it across the room. There was no rhyme or reason for it, it just happened and it would never be the same.

That loss was undoubtedly the last straw for LeBron. He now had to turn to himself and think what would be the best fit for him and that fit was Miami. Why did I think he would choose it? Well, it's simple: which other team was going to put him alongside another superstar? Definitely not the Nets or the Clippers. The Knicks? Probably not, even with the addition of Stoudemaire. Though he is an above-average player, he is nowhere near superstar status. The Cavs? most likely the same roster, but why would anyone with a heart quit on the team you have helped shape? The Bulls? probably the best option with the deepest bench, but would LeBron and Joakim Noah really have been able to play on the same team? I mean, has everyone forgotton about round one of the playoffs and all of the other meetings between the two? Having beef like that with someone just isn't going to change over night. The Heat? Perfect in his mind. Yes, they have no bench, and last time I checked Bosh is great, but he will always be a number two. But all LeBron is seeing is another number one player and that's all he's been looking for this whole time. If by some unheard of chance that Wade would have signed somewhere other than Miami, I would have picked that team to be the team LeBron goes (if he didn't stay in Cleveland, that is).

In Bill Simmons' column yesterday, he mentioned how a true competitior would want to play AGAINST someone like Dwayne Wade, not WITH him. I completely agree. LeBron could have convinced Wade to come to Cleveland and remained loyal to the city that is half the reason why he's such an icon. So what if Cleveland has winter? It's not like they actually have to drive themselves around in the snow. People do that for them. And since the majority of the season is in the winter, how much time do they really have to be doing extracurricular activities? But no, Wade got LeBron to come to his turf, which is a clear indication of how he is unquestionably the Alpha dog in this relationshp. LeBron is not finding HIS second guy, he has become the second guy. I don't care how good he is, Miami is NEVER going to throw Wade under the bus because Wade did not throw Miami under the bus like James did to Cleveland. LeBron is now a sell-out and, in my book, sell-outs are the ultimate losers. Becoming a sell-out is another way of saying one made a deal with the devil: these people always get burned.

Despite all my logic about how Miami would be the choice if it wasn't Cleveland, and how heartbreaking it may have seemed at the time, I still respected LeBron. That was until a few days ago when I heard about "The Decision". As soon as that news reached my ears, all of my respect for LeBron as a person went completely out the window. Every word I ever wrote about how he was loyal to his fans I will take back. He could have very well said he was staying, but he didn't and he said it in such a way that absolutely makes my toes curl. As a recent college graduate from a journalism program, I have, fresh in my brain, the textbook knowledge of how media is a business and business cannot be carried out without the media. No other athlete in the history of sports has decided to turn their free agency decision into an hour-long special that was disguised as a charity event. If LeBron wanted to donate to the Boys and Girls Club, he could have done that any other way. No, he decided that he was going to promote himself and completely dog an entire city on national TV. Michael Jordan would have never done that. Hell, Kobe would have never done that. This was by far the most egotistical display of entitlement that I have ever witnessed. And what hurts the most is that it was by someone who, two months ago, I never thought would have stooped so low.

I made the comment on my Facebook and Twitter that maybe LeBron should have taken note from the book of the Browns' Josh Cribbs on how to be loyal to your fans that have given you so much when it comes to these business decisions. One of my friends asked if I was referring to the same Josh Cribbs that publicly dissed the Browns organization. Yes, the same Josh Cribbs that dogged an organization that was not treating him fairly. It was the same stance that any employee would have made to their boss if they were not being properly rewarded for the above-average work they were putting in. Cribbs loves playing for the Browns and deserved to be paid more than what his contract orginally stated, just like when someone working for a corporate firm makes a badass deal and gets a promotion. He made it clear that he loves the fans and that none of his actions had to do with them. He never made a scene in front of national TV that he knew would hurt so many.

The other thing I learned most from all this besides trusting my instincts is that it is possible to change your opinion of someone overnight, just by one action, whether it be simple or extreme. Now that LeBron is out, Cleveland fans are saying how it is proof that Cleveland will always be Browns town. Football season isn't for another couple months, but I cannot wait. Cribbs might not completely realize it yet but he is now going to become the new face of the city. Let's just hope that our opinion of him will always remain one of respect.

Alumni status

Well friends, it has now been 10 days since graduation. Summer is officially here, and since this will be my second summer not on Lake Erie, it feels more like a work-fest with a little fun in between and absolutely no school work. Yet this summer is quite different for me because the past four were spent not only enjoying a break from class, but knowing that in September I would return to my fabulous life as a student at The Ohio State University. This summer, I face the reality that I am no longer an OSU student, I am an alumnus, and in a couple months I will go on to the next two years of my life as a graduate student at Kent State. Though northeastern Ohio is one of the last places I thought I would end up after getting a bachelor's degree, it was the only place that had an opportunity for me that everyone said I would be stupid to pass up. One of my friends said that it would be good for me because I wasn't ready to be done with school anyway. She's exactly right.

My last four years have hands down been the happiest time of my life. I had a childhood that was quite strange and abnormal so coming to Ohio State was my escape from the hardships and a gateway to what would become my ultimate happiness and strangely positive attitude. I experienced so much at OSU and every year was unique. Freshman year is what I will call "My learning year". This was the year I learned that it was okay to be myself and the people who truly care will be there for me no matter what. It was the year I made the majority of what will become my lifelong friends. And it was the year I learned what a broken heart feels like, in more ways than one. Not too mention, I became quite good at a variety of drinking games, and how to get courtesy rides from student safety services, a skill I would definitely use in the future.

Sophomore year is what I would call "the in between year". One could compare the sophomore year of college to the middle child in any family. Not really as respected as the oldest sibling but often overlooked because of the youngest. In this year, one is no longer a freshman so all the strict guidance by first year experience is gone, and freshman forgiveness does not carry over after 45 credit hours are completed. In the social aspect, because most sophomores aren't 21, yet have their own house/apartment, they resort to taking turns hosting massive house parties with ironic liability signs that read "Must be 21 to drink". These parties usually end up as some of the most epic nights for the respective hosts, as was the case with the parties thrown at my apartment. We had three of them and each one was full of strange sequences of events that none of us will forget. In addition, my sophomore year was the year that the blizzard of 08 took place, and my best friend and I decided to see how it feels to be in 20 degree weather wearing a swim suit. The biggest upside of this year though is that since it was stuck in the middle, we had already learned a year's worth of lessons about how we needed to act in college but did not need to really find out our purpose in the world for another year or so.

This brings me to junior year, which would probably be my best year of college. I had finally figured out that I wanted to do, which was, and still is, sports journalism, instead of my previous two ideas of investigative and political reporting. I loved having my criminology minor but my opinions are too strong about certain issues to remain unbiased in my reporting. I have my favorite teams, yes, but if I'm not writing an opinion column I think I do a pretty good job of not letting people know who my favorite team is. This was also the only year of college where all of my roommates got along, which is hard to believe since the house consisted of 7 girls. I love having roommates and this is the year that solidified why. But probably the best part of junior year was the long-awaited 21st birthday celebration. To top it off, mine was in Panama City (see my post "Back on the Boat" for details).

Finally, there was senior year, "the year I need to figure it out". I never actually did figure it all out, but at least I have a plan for after graduation. I did quite a few internships to make some great connections and get something other than countless serving jobs on my resume. I also managed to win a peer-pressure induced jello wrestling contest, which really was more like stick three girls in a pool of jello and see who could collect the most beads. I think the other two really wanted to fight each other. I just wanted to collect the beads and win the 50 bucks. Clearly my strategy was best, and less skanky.

Now that this is over, I feel a huge cloud of uncertainty over me. Yes, I'm going to grad school, but that wasn't in the plan until recently. Throughout my entire life my educational career was completely planned out and I knew exactly what I would be doing the following year. When I graduated from high school, I was so excited and ready to move on and away from my hometown. Ten days ago, I was sad and terrified to leave Columbus and ten days later, I still am.

As depressing as all this may be, I could also put a positive spin on the last week and a half. We could call this timeline of post graduation days 10 days of P90X because I jumped into the latest workout craze the day after I became an alumnus. I still have 80 days to go, but I already can feel my body changing into the healthiest state it's ever been in. I'm not the most unhealthy person; if it wasn't for the drinking and the drunk food and the dorm food from freshman year I probably would still be my high school weight. But I can honestly say that I never have really enjoyed a workout regimen and thought about sticking with it for so long until this.

In addition, in the last 10 days, well, actually, the last 14 days, many Americans have all of a sudden began to care about soccer (known as futbol in every other country). I've never minded watching the sport and I have a real respect for those that have the endurance to run up and down a field for as long as soccer players do. But, I have never been a die-hard fan and I'm not going to pretend I have. I understand the penalties and the positions, but I still can't quite understand the tie bracket and how they determine who moves on to future rounds if teams have so many draws. I often wonder how if there weren't ties in futbol maybe even more Americans would care about the sport and it would be as revered as "the big three" (football, basketball, and baseball). America is a nation prided on competition and there must be a true winner in life, ties are not an option.

We could also call this the 10 days where I still continue the shenanigans that I get myself into, as if I was still an undergraduate. Four years later, I managed to somehow still have the skills to pick up a courtesy ride from the otherwise appointment-only student safety services. And it's never a dull moment when I make an ass of myself in front of a political figure. Monday night I waited on a US senator from Maryland. I'm not going to say what his name was but he was clearly enjoying some down time and was supposed to be meeting up with Sen. Sherrod Brown (never showed) of Ohio. Why they chose Quaker Steak is beyond me and this guy was probably the most prominent figure to ever walk into The Lube (besides Terrell Pryor). The humiliation occured when I thought that Sherrod Brown was an Ohio senator when in fact he is the U.S. Senator representing Ohio. So much for being college educated, but at least I reconfirmed to myself why I switched to sports journalism. The only mistake I've made (so far) is accidentally tweeting something about USA/England when I was actually referring to USA/Slovenia. Oops.

So I guess since I walked through the Shoe with my diploma, it has started to sink in that graduation is not the end of my book and that I'm still the same person, it's just the end of what was so far the best chapter in the story of my life.

"If you're not first, you're last"

I was hoping my first blog post in a month would be a happy one about how the Cavaliers are moving on to face the Magic again, but as everyone knows, that's clearly not going to be the case. Like every other Cleveland fan, or any basketball fan for that matter, I watched in agony as the Cavs were upset by the lethargic Boston Celtics. I say lethargic because if you look back at their season, it was anything but one that makes you think "championship contender". But somehow, they either came back to life, or the Cavs just gave up. I'm going to go with the latter. It must suck to be LeBron right now, people comparing him to Michael Jordan and how he hasn't done as much in his first seven years that Jordan did, but, it could be worse: he could be Mike Brown. Apparently, as Sports Illustrated is reporting, The Cavaliers have fired Mike Brown. I totally called this. I remember telling someone last night that I would be shocked if he didn't get fired tomorrow. I can just take a wild guess at what was going through his head after last night's game: "I'm fucked." Or something along those lines. While most Cleveland fans are pointing the finger at Brown, me being one of them, I am also going to look past the basketball aspect and looking at the bigger picture: the city of Cleveland. This was seriously the last hope. And if LeBron leaves I won't be surprised if the city becomes another Atlantis and disapears in Lake Erie. Also, I will lose my faith in the fact that not all superstar athletes think in terms of dollar signs. Well, no, I take that back. I still have Josh Cribbs to believe in. I have already stated why LeBron won't leave but if he proves me wrong then I'll retract everything in that entire post. But I don't need to worry about that until July, so we're good.

So with all the talk on every sports source in the country, it's really got me thinking of how much emphasis society places on wealth that it even trickles into sports. I know that pro sports are a business and, like in any career, you want to capitalize your wealth, but why is it that the market is so limited to do so? I know that in big business, if you aren't in a big city you aren't really in the business at all, but in sports, there are franchises everywhere. Why do only LA, Boston, and NY continuously hog all the credit? I could write pages and pages about this but that would take all day. I just want to make the point how amazing how our country's political system has trickled down into every aspect of society, whether it's intended or not. I am blessed to have been raised in this democratic, captialistic nation, and by no means am I dissing it. Just think about it though: whether it's business, sports, and even relationships, everyone has to be the best. Ricky Bobby said it best: "If you're not first, you're last." We are taught that we must be in the most profitable careers, find a man that will buy us the best engagement ring, and, if we're going to be good at a sport, the only thing that will truly prove our worth is a championship. And the only way to acheive these goals is through perfection. Ironically, though, we are also taught to embrace our imperfections. So, where is the happy medium?

Even though I'm all for competition and making lots of money and getting a really pretty ring, I'd like to think of myself as someone who has found that happy medium. Case in point: I want to be a sports writer or PR rep. In my job search, all of the entry level positions pay about $20,000 starting out (pre-tax) with no benefits. It is for this reason I have decided to go get my Master's degree. I will make the same amount of money next year, plus benefits and the possibility for some more awesome networking. I hope this plan works but even if it does, I still won't be loaded right away.

So if LeBron does leave (which I really don't see happening, so don't think for a second I'm going back on my word unless this illusion becomes a reality) I will most likely be writing an extension to this lovely short post ranting on how much I hate the corporate world going into sports. But for now, I'm going to do what I did after the Indians blew it in 2007: boycott the sport. I don't do it because I decide I'm not going to be a fan; a do it because since there is so much corporate pressure in pro sports, I am convinced that baseball, and now basketball, is rigged, and for whatever reason everybody is out to get Cleveland. This may or may not be true but I like to think this protest is my own form of self-activisim. I will always remain a Cavs fan but from now until next year's playoffs, I will not be watching, or even following what's going on in the world in basketball (with the exception of the free agency drama, for this blog's sake) I stuck to this pretty well when I did it for baseball. I didn't watch a single game or keep up with a single story about the Indians or anything else that was pro-baseball in 2008. I'm sure I can do it with the NBA-no matter where LeBron is playing. It will make no difference to the league if they have my viewership or not but at least I know that I'm holding true to my happy medium.

Everybody Hates Joakim

Ahhh, April. So many amazing things seem to be happening this month. The weather's getting warmer, people are coming out of their seasonal depression, baseball season is underway (The Tribe is 6-7, not great but better than most people thought), I've begun drinking frozen coffee again (which is okay because I burn the calories by not riding the bus), and, of course, the NBA playoffs. So far, the first round hasn't had too many surprises. Seven of the eight favorites dominated game one, which led me to believe that the Portland/Phoenix matchup might be the most interesting of round one. That was until last night's OKC/LA thriller. I was at work for the beginning of it and decided to quit trying to pay attention. When I got home and checked my Twitter, I saw that OKC somehow managed to rally and were up by one. I was in disbelief, but I was seriously pulling for some miracle. I would love to see a Cavs/Lakers matchup in the finals, but LA needs a reality check. It is far too often that these powerhouse teams reach the top and begin to develop these egotistic complexes, which I shall call egoitis (pronounced ego-Itis). The Lakers have a dynasty of championships and they have a huge fan base that consists of celebrities, and all kinds of rich people that know nothing about basketball and only like them because they are good. They even marry celebrities. What a life. But I feel it wasn't until last year that the glory of winning has caught up with them.

Let me bring up the date December 25, 2009, a day that will live in infamy. As one can recall, the Cavs came to LA as the projected losers. They left as the true winners, which was more of a surprise than finding out what exactly is in fruit cake. It's not just that it's the Cavs that I bring this up. It's the fact that LA was on a high horse and treated Cleveland like a mediocre team and let their guard down. And once they were losing, their fans brought out their arrogant side and decided to commence all-out warfare with the deadliest of weapons: water bottles and foam fingers.

This is actually a pretty good strategy: throw foam finger at target, target dodges foam finger, while target is worried about the foam finger, immediately launch a full $10 bottle of Aquafina at 70 mph at target's head, causing them to lose consciousness.

The flaw in the plan: these fans had no strategy, they just went into guerilla mode, trying to take out anyone they could, because that's what many privileged people do when things don't go their way, engage in irrational temper tantrums. I'm not trying to single out the entire LA fanbase, just the ones at the game. I'm sure there are many LA fans who wouldn't have acted out in this behavior, but they also were not the ones that could be fortunate to get tickets to such a high profile game on a holiday. That being said, I really think this event was a wake up call for the Lakers, at least for awhile. Yes, the Cavs beat them again a month later, but in that game they knew how much of a threat the Wine and Gold really is and were far, far, away from their home army. Now, they are coming into this post-season trying to defend the title, yet, the ego-itis is back like the plague. My prime example from the team: Ron Artest and his gold hair.

You know you have an ego problem if you think imitating Dennis Rodman is cool.

Another athlete with an ego issue that I find very amusing is Joakim Noah. (You must be thinking, yes, she finally gets to the point of today's nonsense). Most Cavs fans will admit that they do not hate Noah as much as Kevin Garnett of the Celtics (a team which might arguably suffer from egoitis more than the Lakers) but when you start attacking an entire CITY, not just its basketball team, you are just asking for it.

Let's go back to the beginning of the beef with Noah, and I'm not talking about the incident back in December when Noah was mad because LeBron was having fun with his team while his was losing so he started yelling stuff, blah, blah, blah. This may have been the start of Noah's beef with LeBron but not Cavs' fans beef with Noah. The real source of this hatred goes back to 2007 when Florida's basketball team beat Ohio State in the National Championship just months after it's football team stunned the Buckeyes in Tempe. People who are fans of OSU hate Noah for the same reason as they hate Tim Tebow: we lost to them. While I personally do not see Tebow as extremely cocky, at least not yet, I have always seen this cockiness in Noah. Since many fans of OSU are also fans of Cleveland sports, it only makes sense that this hatred for him has carried over to his professional career. So, I have decided to take the liberty of writing up the thoughts of many Cleveland fans into a little snipet I've cleverly titled "Everybody Hates Joakim":

• During game one of this series, I could not believe how many times Noah freaked out when a whistle was blown. Many times, the call wasn't even on him. He just assumes he's being treated unfairly all the time. Must suck to get bad calls. Remember how many bad calls were made on OSU in 07? Payback's a bitch.
• Back in the December game, I remember debating with someone about whether or not LeBron was being too cocky with his little dance moves. As a rebuttle to this person's comments, I pointed out that the dancing started BEFORE the game, not while the Cavs were ahead. I'm going to make the assumption that LeBron continued these antics with his team because he loves his team, not to personally attack or be arrogant against anyone. I remember back when I was an athlete and we used to do little dances and cheers before games and such. Everyone did it, especially in volleyball. Nobody thought we were being cocky. Why is it any different in professional sports? Maybe Noah can't dance and was so angry about it that he had to start fussing at LBJ. If this is the case, then I guess I would be a little bitter too.
• In game two, The Bulls were definitely giving the Cavs a scare. So they have the nerve to dare LeBron to keep shooting jumpers. So, as James so nicely put it, he shot them over and over and over again. Cliche lesson of the day: if you play with fire you're gonna get burned.
• Joakim Noah is what the child of a T-Rex that mated with Kirstie Alley would look like. This is mean and really strange and not my quote, but I read it on Facebook and I thought it was funny.
• And finally, the biggest case against how much people hate Joakim Noah is how he so very egotistically dogged the city of Cleveland, saying there is nothing to do and no one vacations there. I don't think I have ever heard an athlete criticize an actual city (please, correct me if this has happened before).
  

I have one big point I want to make about this: WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TRYING TO DO BEFORE A PLAYOFF GAME? Shouldn't you be worried about trying to WIN A GAME rather than finding the best shopping and dining or what club you want to pull a Ben Roethlisberger in? This might be why your team is 0-2 this series. If I was a Bulls fan I would start hating Noah just as much as Cleveland fans hate him for bringing this bad karma to my team and letting himself get stricken with a huge case of egoitis.

The final thing I want to say is this: Maybe for the Cavaliers themselves the tension towards Noah doesn't go as deep as 3 years ago, but it is clear for the fans it does, and as we can see from my Lakers example, fan backlash can turn violent. The difference between the Cavs fans and Lakers fans is that Cavs fans and their team don't have egoitis because there is nothing for them to have triggered it. They caught a slight case of the disease last year in the playoffs: they had the best record, won the first two rounds of the playoffs in four straight games, and had commercials that were certain the Finals would be Kobe vs. LeBron. This year, their team is a different team with different chemistry, and while they still have fun and dance around, they have learned from their mistakes and have the focus of a team who has the experience of winning on the big stage. But with No championships, high unemployment rate, and anything else I mentioned in my first ever post, the Cavs and their fans are still humble. I truly hope that this humility remains if Cleveland takes it all this year because the last thing we need are more Ron Artests and Joakim Noahs hurting the image of this game.

Bulldogs and Bears and Bees, oh my!

Today started week 2 of the last quarter of my college career. It was a strange day because the temperatures continue to be more than perfect for this time of year, and I wound up having strep throat and missing Hal Green's cynicism (though I probably didn't miss much of a finance lesson). Aside from remembering to pump my body with antibiotics, I really only had three things on my mind. There probably should have been a few more but it's early in the quarter and I usually don't start doing homework until later at night anyway. Ironically, I always get the best grades spring quarter even though I feel as if I put in the least effort. Maybe I should have applied that to my winter quarters too, then I probably would have a 4.0. I also should have been focusing on my job search but I decided to put that off until Thursday-ish so I can mentally prepare myself for the torture of rejection I'm about to go through. In fact, I'm doubting my ability to think about a lot for the next few weeks, at least not while walking through campus. This is because the university is now plagued with the most annoying insects on the planet: Bees.

Every spring students are forced to walk through the trails of sidewalks all over campus and be greeted with the buzzing sounds of these obnoxious creatures. I don't know where they all come from or where they put their hives but they just come flying out of the woodworks during the first few weeks of the quarter. I understand that they serve a huge purpose in keeping the flowers and other plants fertilized so they can make campus beautiful, but I cannot understand why they have to swarm so close like they're going to attack at any moment. I'm probably the only one that looks like a monkey when I walk past them, though, because everyone else seems to pretend they aren't there. But I will go into a two-foot sprint, then walk, pattern everytime one gets near me and I shake my arms in a way that makes me look like I'm going to drop to the ground and have a seizure at any moment. I also do not understand which ones of these things are classified as bees and which are classified as yellow jackets. Below, I have inserted a picture of a yellow jacket (on the left) and a bee (on the right). They may have noticeable differences up close but how am I supposed to know what these are when I'm passing them by? All I really care about is that they could both sting me and potentially ruin my day. I've only been stung once so I know I'm not allergic but if it happens again I don't think I will be very happy about it.











One woman's basketball player that could probably punch me and it would undoubtedly hurt more than 100 bee stings is Baylor's freshman dunking sensation Brittney Griner. Though her team fell short of gettin the to the championship game, she is the reason why the Baylor Lady Bears were the second thing I thought about today.

After watching last night's game, I wasn't really left in shock about anything. In fact, this entire women's tournament was lacking in shock value. Almost everyone predicted UConn and Stanford to fight for the 2010 title and almost everyone got it right. A huge difference to the madness that took place in the men's tournament. The only thing I had to look twice at on the women's end is that Ohio State lost to Mississippi State in the second round.

Sidenote: I would like to give a shout-out to my freshman roommate Shavelle Little, who just finished up her senior season with the Buckeyes. She is one of the most interesting people I've ever met at OSU (I mean this in a good way) and I'm glad she did big things in her college career and I know she'll continue to do them in the future.

Anyway, back to Baylor and Griner. I knew that Baylor was not going to beat UConn but watching Griner play left me wondering "how does she do that?". Granted, I can't even play HORSE let alone a full game of ball, but she is going to be a powerhouse for the Lady Bears in the next three seasons. This girl is scary, if I went to high school with her I probably would have walked on the other side of the hall. And, since her team is only losing one senior, the odds might be in their favor to make it all the way in the next few years.

One team that the odds are not in favor for is the Butler Bulldogs, who are set to face the Duke Blue Devils in the 2010 NCAA men's basketball championship tonight. As this unlikely pairing gets ready to commence on the national stage, I sit here and think to myself how glad I am that I didn't fill out a bracket this year. All it would have done was lead me into utter frustration, just like everyone else. In fact, if there is anyone out there who predicted this be the Butler/Duke match-up to be for all the marbles I really want to see their bracket for proof. It's bad enough that Ohio State lost to Tennessee in the sweet 16, which was a total rejection of Ohio University's kind gesture of beating Georgetown in the first round. Most brackets showed OSU losing to GTown but since that game never got the chance, fans and media members alike were certain the Buckeyes would at least go to the Elite 8. However, that didn't happen either and somehow Michigan State weasled its way into the Final Four only to add to the embarrassments of the Big Ten on the big stage. Now, this 2010 Butler squad is doing something that no Bulldog from any previous year has managed to do before. It started in the Sweet 16 when the they knocked off Syracuse. After that, the Bulldogs made sure their bites were larger than their barks.

Though many people are angry about this, we can't forget that this was a top-25 team the entire season and was 10th in the preseason polls, so in this respect it can't be THAT big of an upset when they win. But because the team has never crowned itself king, unlike Duke which has done so 3 times, it becomes one of those teams that Hollywood decides to make a sports movie about in about 20 years after they win the title (if they win the title). Though my Buckeyes, or any other team that was supposed to go all the way, aren't in it, I'm not exactly angry about this game. In sports we must remember how meaningful it is for an underdog to rise to the top, even if they weren't "the best" all season. I am a fan of the underdog. Case in point, the Indians just got shut-out by the White Sox in the season opener, the Cavs have yet to win a title, Ohio State is always having ups and downs on the big stage and I really don't need to say anything about the Browns. So, if the Bulldogs win I will be happy because that restores the faith in underdogs everywhere, much like the New Orleans Saints did back in February. Just because people doubt a team does not mean its ability to win is lacking. It just takes a little effort in the game and a whole lot of ignoring the skepticism of the outsiders.

The beginning of the end...

Well, I'm alive. Those three words pretty much sum up my time in PCB this year. I partied like it was my last spring break ever..oh wait..it was. My intention going into the trip was to create memories that I want to share with everyone, much like I did for my recap of SB 09. However, I'm not going to do that. It's not because this year was X-rated or anything that crazy but there was, what I shall call "the incident", with a friend, that became the center of a trip and I would rather not dwell on it. But besides that, I had the time of my life, just like last year. I met some interesting people and some VERY interesting people, and it definitely felt like a different atmosphere without 40 of my friends partying in our hotel rooms every night. Yet, I still made the most of it and celebrated my 22nd in style. Both trips were unique but the only thing I would say was worse this time, besides "the incident", is the weather. We got three days of sun as opposed to only two days of rain in 09. And, the temperature was easily 10 degrees colder this time around. Despite the sucky weather in Panama, though, it could have been worse. The Weather Channel told me Ohio got pounded with snow and my friends back home told me not to complain because while I was in the sand, they were in the slush. Luckily for all us spring breakers, we got to come back to decent weather (it will be 75 on Wednesday, who's up for some frisbee on the oval?)

After being on vacation for a week and having two of my best friends and a champagne bottle made of chocolate waiting for me when I returned, it is now safe to say that today was one of the saddest days ever-and it's only going to get worse. I have begun what is my last quarter as a student at The Ohio State University and I could not be more upset about it. What makes it worse is that I actually overheard people talking about how bad they want to get out of here. I know the school part is rough on us all but these are the best four (or 5 or 6) years of our lives. This is the place where we learn who we are and make lifetime friends along the way. Why are people in such a hurry to leave? Maybe I just don't want to leave because I don't have a job or a graduate school lined up yet but I will spend a lot of time working on that so hopefully when I write me senior story in 2 months I can mention it.

Despite the sadness, I did find a little bit of inspiration in my finance class. This class was the last one of my day and I went into it with the sour memory of how accounting ripped out my soul last quarter. I had heard finance was better but I had my doubts. I'm just not good with numbers. I was good at statistics but that's because it was more data analysis than crazy formulas like "if 3xy=z2wtf, what is the reciprocal?" I'm not making that up either, it was on the GRE, maybe not the exact letters but definitely the same formula. Side note, if anyone's super bored (which you must be if you're reading my nonsense) wants to figure this out and let me know the answer, I'll buy you a box meal at Cane's. No lie. Anyway, as I sat there with my new Droid Eris, trying to figure out how to send a picture message, in walks this man with funny hair that looks like every other business professor at OSU. I continue messing with my phone but as soon as he started talking about how we got to use formula sheets on exams because he thinks formulas are tedious information for us to memorize, I put it down and decided to give him a chance. The class seemed more and more interesting by the minute. He told us that he is the oldest man with ADD and that the only reason he switched to finance from engineering in undergrad was because it was easier math. Now this is my kind of teacher. What moved him into my top 5 all time professor list had to be his comment about the kind of people that will truly make it in this world: "The ones who will succeed are going to be the ones that leave this lecture and go grab a burger and a beer rather than read the course material because those are the ones that have the social skills that can get them through any situation." I am pretty sure he just described my life phiolosophy to a T. I'm not staying I don't study and work hard because I do and I love doing it, but there is a fine line between overworking yourself and success. Success is not all about money and getting that dream job right out of college or graduating magna cum laude. It's about the way you present yourself to those around you in work or play. In the end, employers don't really care what your GPA was, as long as you have the life experiences that make you a viable candidate for their orginizations. So whatever happens in the next ten weeks, whether I land my "gateway to my dream job" job, or I decide to keep learning, I'm going to live my life to the fullest and make top notch memories that will hopefully send me out in style.

Cheers to you, Professor Hal Green!