Archive for May, 2008

Greg… You Have Nothing to Worry About

Greg Ellis is a great guy, but he worries too much. All he did last year was have a career year. He finished with 12 1/2 sacks and made the Pro Bowl. No way Wade Phillips is going to keep Ellis off the field in favor of an inexperienced second year player.

Second year linebacker, Anthony Spencer, is getting a lot of work at OTAs. Reportedly, that is why Ellis has been a no-show. Really… there is no reason for Ellis to be there. He’s a 33-year-old, 11-year-veteran who knows how to play the game really well. He’s also a little over a year removed from a severe Achilles injury. I wouldn’t want to see Greg on the field until Oxnard.

Greg, take a chill pill and take a break. You deserve it.

Lessons From Chandler

I’ve been in the TV business for nearly 20 years and have done hundreds of stories, but no story affected me more than the Chandler Jackson story. That’s Chandler’s picture below. If you haven’t seen the story, grab a box of tissue and click here : http://video.nbc5i.com/player/?id=255725

Stories that involve the death of a loved one are tough to tell. A story on the bizarre death of a child is even harder to tell. I have a son that is just four years younger than Chandler was when he died. When I was writing this story for air, I couldn’t help but think of my own son.

Chandler’s mom, Charmane, talked about the things she missed about her son… running her fingers through his hair and seeing him burst through the front door after school. I realized it’s the little things that we love about our kids.

I love when my son laughs. I love hearing his laughter while he’s watching SpongeBob Squarepants or Drake and Josh.  I love when he reads to me. I love seeing him run with the pigskin at his football game. I get a kick out of him trying to rap like a rap star. It’s the little things.

Charmane’s best advice in our interview was not to sweat the small stuff. Don’t get too mad when your son or daughter leaves clothes on the floor or doesn’t make up the bed. She also urged all parents to spend quality time with your children. Quality time isn’t driving them to and from baseball practice or dance lessons. Quality time is one-on-one… reading, talking, singing, laughing.

So treasure the little things. Dont’ sweat the small stuff. Cherish the time you have with your children.  Love your kids like there’s no tomorrow, because there might not be a tomorrow.

You can learn more about the Chandler Hugh Jackson Foundation at www.chandlersfoundation.org

 

Cats Want No Part in “BobbleFeet” Doll

Some got a little chuckle over the St. Paul Saints minor league baseball team’s giveaway today in their game against the Fort Worth Cats. The team gave away miniature dolls depicting bobbling feet under a bathroom stall. Obviously, the dolls poked fun at Idaho Senator Larry Craig’s bathroom troubles at the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport a few months ago. The team says the doll coincides with national Tap Dance Day. Yeah, right! I think it’s kind of funny, but featuring the dolls at a minor league game probably isn’t the best idea. Can’t you just hear little Johnny asking his mother, “Mom, why is that man taping his feet while he’s going number two?”

The Fort Worth Cats aren’t amused. Here’s a response from Cats Owner, Carl Bell: http://www.fwcats.com/feature_display.cfm?id=201

Turco’s A Cool Customer

Ever since I’ve been here in Dallas-Fort Worth, Marty Turco has been the goaltender for the Stars. I love goaltenders, because many are small guys like me. Any guy under 5′9″ that can play a sport professionally has my utmost respect. (I know Turco is listed as 5′11″, but he’s not close to 6 feet!).

He became the starter in the 2002-2003 season and has never looked back. When you talk to Marty, you hope for some emotion… some elation… some frustration… some bulletin board material, but it’s never there. Marty is a cool customer. He’s as cool as they come. I think that is what makes him one of the best goaltenders in the game. He doesn’t get too high, he doesn’t get too low. That is huge for someone in net.

We peppered him with tough questions when he signed that fat contract a few years ago and then played lousy in the playoffs again. He answered everything with a calm demeanor. We asked him about the Stars lack of success in the playoffs. Marty answered truthfully and calmly. We asked him about never winning as a pro at Joe Louis Arena in Detroit. Did he get upset? Not Marty.

That’s why it was good to see him win at the Joe… finally. Stars fans are hoping he can do it again… when or if there is a Game Seven.

Red Wings Too Good

This series is over. I’m writing this with 8:37 left to go in the third and the Stars are trailing the Red Wings, 4-2. I hope the Stars make me eat my keystrokes here, but I just don’t think it’s going to happen.

The difference in this series… skills and opportunities. First, the opportunities. The Stars squandered a big chance in Game Two with that 4-on-1 that came up empty. They also had two shots hit the posts here in the opening period. Now, skills. The Wings have a roster full of it. Case in point, Henrik Zetterberg’s short-handed goal was a thing of beauty. He absolutely turned Brad Richards inside out and then zoomed one past Marty Turco to give Detroit its fourth goal tonight.

The Stars just aren’t there yet! They may come back to win Game Four. But this series is essentially over. OK… the Stars still have 5:27 left to make me eat my keystrokes. Come on boys!

Live Until I Die

I’ve been a sports reporter now for nearly 20 years and I can count on one hand the stories that really had an impact on me. The story of 90-year-old runner, Orville Rogers, is one of those stories that I will never forget.

After nearly a century on this earth, this is a man that continues to live life to its fullest. His son, Bill,  said it best. He said, “Dad wants to live until he dies.” So far, Rogers has done just that. I’m only 37, but I see a lot of myself in Orville. I, like him, want to get everything I can out of life. I want to experience everything. Travel, family, friends, accomplishments… just like Orville has done.

At 90, Orville, had pretty much done it all. He’s climbed Mount Kilimanjaro. He’s been to just about every continent. He’s flown all kinds of aircraft. With him nearly every step of the way had been his wife, Esther Beth. She was ready to accompany Orville to the US Indoor Track and Field Championships in Boston.  But, just two weeks before the event, she passed away. That left Orville heartbroken.

There was little doubt Orville would still run in Boston. His Esther Beth would have wanted it that way. No doubt. But, I wonder what Orville was thinking in his hotel room all by himself the days surrounding the event. It must have been tough. His life partner wasn’t there. For the first time in a long time, Orville would have to experience one of life’s challenges without his beloved wife.

But, it’s true. Orville is living until he dies. He could have thrown away the running shoes and retreated to his home near White Rock Lake. He could have felt sorry for himself. But that’s not Orville. I’m sure he grieved. I know he misses Esther Beth, but Orville continues to go on. He’s still running and plans to go for a few more world records in Spokane, Washington in August.

I would be fortunate to live until 90. If I do, great. If not, no big deal. After meeting Orville Rogers, I know that I am going to LIVE until I die.

Here’s a link to my story on Orville:

 

No Cards For Eight Belles

I had to share this excellent article by AP Columnist Tim Dahlberg. It really puts the death of filly Eight Belles at yesterday’s Kentucky Derby in perspective:

There won’t be a dramatic fight for life this time around. No national day of mourning for a brave horse who wouldn’t give up.

Schoolchildren won’t be sending cards.

The people who cried for Eight Belles got it out of the way at the track. They had no choice, because the business of racing goes on.

She ran with the big boys in the race of her life. She ended up paying for it with her life.

One moment she was flying down the stretch at Churchill Downs racing against all odds to become the first filly to win the Kentucky Derby in 20 years. The next she was thrashing in the dirt, trying desperately to get up before the decision was made to spare both her and us any further misery.

Two years ago we were transfixed by the fight to save Barbaro, who became a national icon as he struggled to recover from injuries that eventually cost him his life. Two weeks from now they’ll run the Preakness, and Eight Belles will barely get a mention.

Racing is a brutal business because it has to be. If we mourned every horse that lost its life early on the track or in the barn, we’d have no time left to cheer on those who can still run.

Barbaro was the exception, a horse and a story that allowed us to get all warm and fuzzy and forget for a time that these 1,000-pound beasts are bred and raised for maximum speed, not maximum life spans.

The cool efficiency that marked the end of Eight Belles was more the norm, a cruel reminder on the biggest of all stages that racing can be a deadly sport.

Say what you will about the sport of kings, but don’t say they aren’t prepared. They’ve done it enough to know the drill, and they performed it quickly enough so that the untimely demise of Eight Belles didn’t interfere with Big Brown’s victory ceremony or the hawking of tacos and fried chicken on national television.

The equine ambulance came out, and screens were thrown up to spare the crowd from watching. The track veterinarian reached for the needle that is always nearby.

After all, they don’t shoot horses anymore, do they?

The animal activists, of course, will raise an outcry over it all. They will call for a ban on the sport, and compare the fate of Eight Belles with that of the dogs Michael Vick and his cohorts euthanized in their own special ways.

Those in the industry, meanwhile, will debate what it all means, a process that had already begun Sunday morning in the stables at the famed track. Trainers talked how horses are bred too fragile these days for the stress that running around a track at 45 mph with someone clinging to your back causes, and how synthetic tracks might or might not help save some of them.

Most came to the same conclusion: Breakdowns and deaths have always been and will always be a part of the sport.

“No matter what happens, you’re always going to see horses break down on the track. That is part of this game. It’s a very sad part of the game, but you have to go through it,” said Big Brown trainer Rick Dutrow Jr., who should have been spending the day celebrating his horse’s big win. “For people coming out to the track and seeing that, it’s got to make them think, `Man, why would I want to go out there and see that happen to a horse?’ It’s got to be very disappointing to anyone who loves horses.”

Fellow trainer Nick Zito was just as philosophical.

“It was a very unfortunate thing yesterday, but again, in sports it happens a lot at high levels,” Zito said. “People get hurt, people lose their careers.”

People do, and sometimes they die, too. They are killed crashing cars into each other on the racetrack, or trading punches in the ring.

I’ve been at fights and watched it happen, and it’s a horror show. But I’ve never seen anyone euthanized or put to sleep or laid down, or whatever euphemism you want to use to describe what the vet was forced to do to Eight Belles.

It may happen all the time in racing — indeed, three horses were killed in one day at the Breeders’ Cup in 1990 — but when it happens on such a public stage for the second time in two years it becomes increasingly hard to watch a race just for the thrill of it all. The popularity of horse racing has been in a long decline to begin with, and having horses die in the dirt isn’t exactly a recipe for bringing fans back to the track.

For now, though, the sport goes on. Eight Belles was a casualty, but unlike Barbaro she was disposed of quickly and now the focus of the sport will turn to the chances of Big Brown doing what hasn’t been done in 30 years.

A lot of people in racing who watched Big Brown come from all the way outside to win the Derby think he could become the first horse since Affirmed in 1978 to win the Triple Crown.

A lot of others just hope that he finishes the Preakness and the Belmont still standing on all four legs.

Pac Man’s Crib For Sale

If you have an extra $1.8 million laying around, you can buy Adam “Pac Man” Jones estate in Franklin, Tennessee. The house… or I should say “compound” is on a 30-acre spread.

The property, located in a Nashville suburb, features a two-acre lake stocked with fish, two barns, two guest quarters with game rooms and a view of tree-covered hills and farmland.

Tax records show Jones, who has another house in Atlanta, purchased the Tennessee home in July 2006 for nearly $1.5 million.

Interested? You can check it out here: “PacMan’s Crib for Sale”