But enough about me; now you click on me

Life on the internet can be exasperating.

Like many people, I spend plenty of time on a computer. I spend my entire workday in front of a computer, and in my free time, both my photography pursuits and this pesky little blog compel me to gaze at my monitor as if it holds not just the meaning of life itself (42, I’m told), but also the recipe for McDonald’s Special Sauce (rumored to have something to do with G. Love) within its gleaming rectangular lake of pixels.

As part of that time on the computer, I spend my fair share of time on the internet, because … well, that’s why it exists. The internet, it seems, is much like Mt. Everest: why surf? Because it’s there!

With that justification, exploring the internet is a lifelong pursuit. The content just keeps going, and the extent of one’s exploration is limited only by one’s stamina and force of will; in this sense, the internet is much like graduation ceremonies. Except the internet is constantly updated with additional content, whereas graduation ceremonies are syndicated reruns.

Since the pursuit of the knowledge of the internet is never-ending, there are countless opportunities to find its exasperating qualities. And I don’t mean myspace. No, I’m talking about a less conspicuous exasperation.

While surfi…I mean, engaging in wide-ranging long-term computer-based research, it is common for me to visit several sites at once, because my generation invented and perfected Attention Deficit Disorder and I Have A Short Attention Span For No Good Reason Disorder. And since the world has been slow to awaken to the brilliant and generally life-changing development of tabbed browsing, there are times I am forced to endure multiple browser windows.

Really, running multiple browsers isn’t a serious issue. Just unrefined, like a rotary phone in a touch-tone world. But it lends itself to one of the internet’s exasperations: self-aggrandizing websites. Not so much in content, but in behavior.

I’m sure you know the type — the sites that consider themselves so overwhelmingly important that when they do something truly noteworthy, like, OMG, load a page!, they don’t sound a quiet alarm in the background. Instead, without warning, you’re whisked away from your profound (ESPN.com) research to see what the internet hath wrought. But the urgency of the interruption is needless, as the site only wants to say hey, you remember how you asked for me? I’m here. Check me out. Worship my source code.

Fortunately for both me and the internet, this is not an overwhelming trend. Most sites haven’t developed the look-at-me complex; only a few consider themselves so important that only the long-lost child of Dan Rather and Katie Couric could report the major breaking news that Gmail just fulfilled Burrill Strong’s request to open a new message.

Now I’m just waiting for my TV to change channels when something noteworthy happens on another network. Until that happens, if you need me, I’ll be at the nearest graduation ceremony.

The terrible ‘tudes, again

Not long ago, as I was waiting for a local high school hockey game to begin, I was listening to a conversation among three hockey dads. Much of the conversation was centered around one dad’s actions following his son’s team’s previous game.

During the game, a referee called a penalty, apparently because of the language of one of the players. This dad took such exception to the call that he made a point to catch up to the referee after the game to tell him exactly what he thought of that call. Judging from his tone and attitude in recounting the incident, it is unlikely that his comments to the referee were calm and constructive.

Based on the dad’s narrative, he told the referee that he shouldn’t react so strongly to such language, that he should “grow some skin” (a phrase he used more than once as he recalled the encounter), that it wasn’t directed at him, that these are 16-, 17- and 18-year-old boys, and that they’re just going to use those kinds of words. The referee, probably irked by his confrontational attitude, told the dad that he could referee these games for $40 a game; the dad retorted, “For $40 a game, you could grow some skin.”

All the while, just across the room, a poster from USA Hockey was begging to be noticed:

Proportion thing

Recently, I attended a Chelsea basketball game.  The Bulldogs fell behind early, but they made a late comeback and fell just short of winning the game.  It was a fun finish.

Sadly, the opposing coach was a bit less fun.  Throughout the game, he had no qualms about being vocally negative, both toward the officials and toward his own players.  At one point, when his team was whistled for a foul on a Chelsea shot shortly after no fouls were called during a physical sequence on the other end of the court, he informed the officials of the depth of their poor judgment.  After he expressed his opinion to the officials, he made one comment, ostensibly to himself but audible to many in the vicinity: “Only in Chelsea.”  That was all too representative of his general attitude and behavior.

I have failed to mention an important detail: it wasn’t a varsity game; it wasn’t a JV game; it wasn’t even a freshman game.  In fact, it was an eighth grade boys basketball game.

Is that really what eighth-grade boys should see in their coach?

Hail to the chiefs

It’s been a tough year: the Michigan football program suffered two major losses this season.  No, not the games against Ohio State and USC; those were just football games.

Former coach Bo Schembechler and former team captain and MVP Gerald Ford died during this football season.  Schembechler became the face of Michigan football; Ford became president of the United States.

Michigan football is fortunate to have two such figures in its history.

The terrible ‘tudes

This year’s Rose Bowl featured two asinine displays of classlessness on the field. Surprisingly, neither act drew a flag.

  • In the second half, Southern Cal receiver Dwayne Jarrett caught a pass and streaked down the field for a touchdown. As he neared the end zone, Jarrett looked at the nearest Michigan defender and pointed at him. The taunt, normally an almost automatic penalty in the college game, failed to draw a flag.
  • Later in the game, Jarrett caught a pass for a first down. He sat up and dropped the ball in the lap of the Michigan defender sitting next to him. Again, there was no penalty.

(There also was a derivative end zone celebration that failed to draw a flag, but that seems to attract less attention these days; it’s harder to consider that a likely penalty now.)

Unfortunately, those incidents are representative of football culture. Also unfortunately, they are better for television’s demand for entertainment than they are for the game of football itself.

It’s worth noting that even the TV analysts were becoming irked by the actions of some of the USC players; they began wondering why the officials weren’t calling the penalties. It was a fine example of talking heads criticizing the result of their own medium.

Ah, well. It is apparent that one question was answered by Jarrett’s actions in the Rose Bowl. Forget his body and his work ethic: without a doubt, Jarrett’s attitude is ready to jump to the NFL.

Board meetings

Earlier this week, I visited the ski slopes for the first time this season. That makes this the perfect time to air my frustrations with the habits of some of my fellow slope dwellers.

Before I go further, let me specify: I do not dislike all snowboarders. There are plenty that I do like. In fact, I would even consider marrying a snowboarder. (Well, that’s another subject.) Some of my frustrations involve snowboarders, but I am not exasperated with snowboarders as a whole. Just the exasperating ones.

(If you are reading this blog and you are a snowboarder, there is a good chance you are not exasperating. If you are reading this and you are a single female snowboarder, let’s have dinner.)

Anyway. On to the original topic.

My snow-loving friends:

  1. Please don’t sit in the middle of a run. I’m not talking about sitting at the top of a run, or at the bottom of a run, or even on the edge of a run; I’m definitely not talking about the time it takes to get back on your feet after a fall. I’m talking about being perfectly capable of regaining your feet and moving down the hill, but instead choosing to sit in the middle of everything and chat with friends. Or watch them make that sick 6-inch jump off that random lump of snow. Or whatever. There’s no need to act like a human slalom pole. The lanes are for driving; the shoulders and rest areas are for stopped vehicles. (This is often a snowboarder habit, but by no means is it exclusive to snowboarders.)
  2. Please, snowboarders, free your foot before you get in the lift line. There’s no need to get in line and then cause any delays, no matter how brief, because you need to get your foot out of the binding. (Obviously, this is exclusive to snowboarders.)
  3. More universally, if you’re not ready to get on the lift, then maybe it’s not a good idea to get in line. It is not courteous to get in line and then stop and tell everyone to go around you because you’re waiting for your spouse/siblings/best friend/potential-laden acquaintance to ride the lift with you. (This crosses all party lines. If you have family or friends, you are susceptible to this.)

I know there must be more complaints out there. Use the comment box to express them.

(Yes, that means you, too, snowboarders.)

TV good, TV bad

In a recent wish-list column on Sportsline.com, Ray Ratto made this wish:

We wish to care much less about World Series television ratings. If the games were good, fine. If not, fine again. But ratings are only a problem for the ratings department (read: six chimps with pocket protectors) at Fox.

Then, a few paragraphs later, he made this wish: 

We wish to care much less about the suggestion that the NHL has fully recovered from the lockout. It hasn’t, not by a long shot, and the latest example is the fact that in the Bay Area, the game between the Sharks and Ducks, two of the three best and most entertaining teams in the league, were out-rating-pointed by a replay of one of the three California high school football championship games.

I’m confused.  Do ratings matter or not?

You put your right fist in, you take your right fist out…

On yesterday’s NBA fight post, js’ comment raised a fun concept:

As long as they keep it on the court/field/rink/pitch (ie, no going after fans) and pick on people their own age/size/etc (ie, no going after 80 year old pitching coaches with metal plates in their heads, or whatever that Red Sox fight involved) and stay within accepted boxing rules (ie, no using baseball bats or chairs or helmets [Miami (FL)]), I say stop the game, get everyone else out of the way, and let them go at it. Make them go at it. Maybe it’s not so great when you actually have to fight someone.

After reading that idea, I realized that controlled fighting already exists.  No, not in the NBA, but in the NHL.

Consider the standard NHL fight: two players drop their gloves, play stops, and everyone else clears the area to watch the fight.  The combatants land a few punches, someone falls to the ice, and they both skate off the ice.  That’s it.  Fights aren’t extraordinarily common, but when they do happen, they’re consistent and contained.

It would be nice to be able to tell athletes to finish all the fights they want to start; it might reduce the absurd bravado many athletes feel safe displaying.  Unfortunately, I suspect hockey fighting wouldn’t translate well to other leagues: as odd as this may sound, I’m not sure other professional leagues could keep it as civil.

They just couldn’t wait for the new Rocky movie

Over the weekend, the Detroit Pistons and the Indiana Pacers were involved in a fight. Late in the game, Ben Wallace committed a hard foul on Ron Artest; before long, the fight spread across the entire court.

No, wait. I mixed up a few details.

Actually, over the weekend, a fight occurred between the Denver Nuggets and the New York Knicks. When Denver had a comfortable lead late in the game, New York’s Mardy Collins committed a hard foul to prevent an easy fast break basket by Denver’s J.R. Smith. Naturally, the foul led to pushing, shoving and punching, because that’s the natural result of a foul. Or something like that.

I would go into detail, but I think there’s enough play-by-play — or shove-by-shove — available. Perhaps this brief formula will tell the story:

(Detroit + Indiana) – fan involvement = Denver + New York.

After the infamous Fight Night at the Palace, I wrote, “The level of reverence [professional athletes] receive in modern culture should compel an equally high level of personal responsibility.” That is still true.

Unfortunately, that message does not seem to be reaching the right people.

College football: old and improved

There is controversy in the BCS. Again.

Second-ranked USC, the team most assumed would be playing Ohio State in the postseason, lost to UCLA; fourth-ranked Florida beat Arkansas in the SEC conference championship. Third-ranked Michigan, the team that many analysts initially decided was better than Florida even after losing, finished its season two weeks earlier. But despite Michigan’s being idle, and despite Florida’s failure to use its last two games to assert itself as superior to Michigan — particularly in an anemic effort against unranked Florida State — the Gators passed the Wolverines in the final poll.

Many explanations for the position switch held to one of several common themes: Florida won its conference; Florida plays in the top-ranked conference; the nation doesn’t want to see a Michigan/Ohio State rematch. The validity of those explanations within the confines of the BCS is being debated, and that debate is fueling yet another round of suggestions for fixing the BCS. All of those suggestions have one thing in common.

They are destined to fail.

The apparent purpose of the BCS is to match the top two teams in the nation in order to determine a national champion; more often than not in its short but turbulent history, it has succeeded most often in fueling controversy over the exclusion of at least one seemingly deserving team. Be it undefeated Auburn’s exclusion or Texas’ passing an idle Cal after an underwhelming victory, the BCS has created more questions than it has answered. In the process, it has taught important lessons about college football.

Or perhaps more accurately, it has tried to teach important lessons. Sadly, as demonstrated by the growing push for a playoff system, few seem to be learning anything from the failures of a national system in a regional game — failures which show us that to fix college football, we need to rethink our focus and take a few steps backwards to when it wasn’t broken.

After a so-called split national championship between Michigan and Nebraska in 1997 — something that was really a difference of opinion given too much absolute credibility by fans and sportswriters — the crusade to name a champion began. The basic idea of the new system, the BCS, was to match the top two teams in a bowl game to produce a true number one team. But while it was fine on paper, it turned out to be startlingly naive once it was introduced to the unique landscape of college football.

Because the structure of college football did not actually change with the introduction of the BCS, the system often struggled to produce a top two without controversy. Quite often, there were not only two top teams; since college football’s structure provided no reliable method of separating closely-ranked teams, the BCS had no way to relegate a third team that could just as easily be the second team. Its flaws were never clearer than in 2003, when it produced its own split championship.

The constant controversy surrounding the BCS has given strength to the push for a playoff system in college football. The proposed systems vary, but all are built with the idea that they will produce a true national champion, succeeding where the BCS failed. These playoff systems have something in common with the myriad of proposed BCS fixes.

They, too, are destined to fail; college football is not built to produce a national champion.

A system can’t escape the league it presumes to judge; just like the BCS, a playoff system would find itself struggling with the challenge of ranking teams across college football’s regionally compartmentalized structure. To fill its brackets, a playoff system would be forced to rely on a set of criteria no more reliable than that of the BCS; thus, just like the BCS, a playoff system would find itself producing controversy because of the unreliability of the rankings supporting the system.

In that light, the solutions themselves are a problem: they ignore the established structure of the league. They attempt to create an absolute national finality that is not compatible with the regional nature of college football. A system should not seek to shape the league around itself, but instead should shape itself around the league; the recent championship systems make the mistake of considering themselves bigger than college football.

These problems stem from a growing focus on producing an undisputed college football national champion. The constant drone from preseason through the final week centers around the teams that have a chance of earning a berth in the BCS championship game, and those that finish just outside the top two are conditioned to be disappointed. Top teams are supposed to have the BCS championship as a major goal. That goal is now the most-hyped element of the sport; it is also a harmful assault on college football.

This single national emphasis strikes at the strongest underpinnings of college football: the conferences. College football as a whole is marginally unified under the NCAA, but its strength has long been in the individual conferences; the sport is at its best when the primary focus of a team is its own conference, and not the national picture.

Under college football’s old two-poll system, that focus was easier to maintain. Teams worked to win their conferences and to represent those conferences in the bowl games that were the destination for conference champions; there were two sets of national rankings, but no bowl berths were dependent on those rankings. Neither set of rankings proposed to crown an undisputed national champion; each named its own champion. The polls asserted nothing more than opinions.

The establishment of the polls as opinions rather than absolute judgments made the two-poll system far superior to both the BCS and the proposed playoff systems. Opinions are flexible and fallible, so the polls functioned well within the existing framework of college football. The BCS’ struggles with the regionalized nature of the sport were not true struggles for the old system: the two polls did not face the challenge of accurately comparing two schools with two entirely separate schedules, nor did they bear the pressure of choosing any bowl berths. They simply ranked the teams as they saw fit, and, since the poll rankings did not dictate traditional bowl matchups, any controversy caused by the rankings stayed off the field — a crucial distinction from the newer systems.

The old system didn’t discard championships; it just kept them at a regional level. Throughout the old two-poll system, and now through the BCS hullabaloo and playoff proposals, the conferences have maintained their own championship system with a minimum of controversy and with great success. Unlike national championship systems, year in and year out, the conferences provide the environment necessary to produce genuine champions.

While three different conferences — and thus three completely different conference schedules — are represented in this year’s top four BCS teams, only one conference is represented in the top four teams in any conference. While those three BCS teams share very minimal schedule overlap, each team in a conference has substantial overlap with every other team. While none of those three BCS teams faced each other during the season, each team within a conference plays nearly every other team. When a national system such as the BCS seeks to rank similar teams and settle the inevitable disputes, it faces a speculative challenge; when a conference seeks to rank teams, it has an abundance of overlapping data with which to compare teams and more than enough credible tiebreakers to accurately rank teams.

In the current frenzy for a college football champion, we in the sports world seems to have forgotten about conference championships. We seem to have forgotten that college football once knew how to distinguish the difference between genuine championships and crowns of opinion. We seem to have forgotten that college football still knows how to crown credible champions. We also seem oblivious to the problems inherent in forcing national results on a regional sport.

With another BCS controversy threatening yet again to topple the system and with playoff proponents growing louder every year, the old system is quickly fading into oblivion as a national championship becomes the only prize that matters. And with every new system and its requisite controversies, we seem less willing to consider this simple idea: maybe college football wasn’t the problem.

Maybe we lost our focus on its strengths and started pursuing something it can’t give us. Maybe we tried to fix a nonexistent problem — or maybe we were the problem.  Maybe we should stop looking forward and start looking back.  Maybe we had it right; maybe we can have it right again.

Maybe we broke college football with our solutions; maybe it’s time we solved those solutions.  All of them.