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Sunday, August 09, 2009

Blog blast past: It's a mad, mad, mad Madden world, baby

The first Sunday night NFL game is on and it seems weird seeing Cris Collinsworth next to Al Michaels in the NBC booth. It seemed worth re-posting this, from April 16.

It's going to be tougher to enjoy a perfectly good game of football without John Madden.

Gushing over the retirement of the 73-year-old coaching, broadcasting and video game icon, not necessarily in that order, is a bit silly. Celebrating the career of John Madden is akin to a quarterback tossing the ball helplessly into the air before the blitz buries him.

His career was a triumph of commercialism and he probably lingered a little too long. At the end of the day, who cares, though? That's just a truth. A larger one is that, for Gen Xers, Madden or Madden, whether you're talking about the man or the video game, was the conduit for learning football. He's even credited with suggesting the virtual first-down line, so try imagining watching the NFL without that innovation.

The first generation that was weaned on television was occasionally described as McLuhan babies. The point today is that football-obsessives of a certain age could be called Madden babies. In a sense, this is being written by the ultimate Madden baby, since yours truly, no word of a lie, was born on the Tuesday before Madden's Oakland Raiders crushed the Minnesota Vikings in Super Bowl 11. Minnesota (all together now: "Damn!") has not played in the big game since, except in Madden, "the one place where the Vikings hold roughly a .996 winning percentage all-time," according to Daily Norseman.

Someone had the wisdom to position Madden as the jovial next-door neighbour, a kind of Foghorn Leghorn who knew football backwards and forwards. It helped him become ubiquitous as a commercial pitchman, but no one ever said the high priest of football commentary was required to take a vow of poverty. Please bear in mind, if you take Tony Kornheiser on Monday Night Football as the baseline, Madden still comes off as pretty good.

The point is Madden wouldn't have become as big as he was if he wasn't, deep-down, the genuine article. He was the perfect guy to bring football to the masses, since he had a special eye for seeing what all 22 players on the field were doing. He demystified a very complex game.

In his prime, he could make an exhibition game in August seem riveting just by talking enthusiastically about some rookie free agent. The player was probably going to get cut the following Thursday, but Madden could make you care about a San Diego Chargers running back named Jo Jo Jones like no one else. He sort of radiated an interest in anyone who stepped on the field (which was why he came up with the All-Madden team), not just the glamour-boy quarterbacks, running backs and wide receivers.

That carried over into his style of analysis. He didn't plug the stars, or stick to story lines hammered out by producers. (How many times have you watched a NFL game where some lesser-known player does something good, and the commentator immediately goes into a spiel about his more popular teammates?) He was always good for the stream of consciousness observation, like saying, "No kid wants to grow up to be a catcher or a nosetackle," or employing pants as a verb. He never seemed to get crusty with age, either, or see himself as bigger than the game.

Madden, the ex-coach, made it known that football is the most thoroughly team sport of them all. It's meaningless unless everyone on the team is seen as important, right down to the 53rd man on a NFL roster. He had a human side that made him unique in the cutthroat pro football world, as one of his Raiders players, the defensive lineman turned author Pat Toomay, related years later when recalling how Madden stood by New England Patriots receiver Darryl Stingley after he was paralyzed in a game in 1978.
"It was Madden's first instinct to go to Stingley. At the hospital, Stingley had been found to have fractured vertebrae in his neck and was being fitted with a halo brace to stabilize the injury. Our physicians, thankfully, had risen to the occasion. Having overseen a safe transport, they had summoned the appropriate specialists. Experts were now at hand.

"But even at the hospital something was dissonant, out of sync. Expecting to find himself among concerned New England officials, Madden found himself alone. No one from the Patriots was there. Not the owner. Not the coach. No one.

"Grabbing a phone, Madden called the Oakland airport. Immediately, he was patched through to the New England charter, taxiing out to take off. A more-than-animated discussion followed. The plane returned to the gate. The business manager was put off.

"In the hospital, Stingley was conscious, as doctors worked to fit the halo. Having donned surgeon's garb, Madden appeared beside him, leaning close. 'Everything's going to be all right,' he whispered.

"... In the days and weeks that followed, Madden visited Stingley, if not daily, then as often as he could. During one visit, Madden discovered a malfunction in Stingley's ventilator. In summoning a nurse to fix the problem, Madden might have saved Stingley's life."
Curiously enough, two other coaching icons, Marv Levy and the late Bill Walsh, who are often credited with possessing the same traits, also cut their coaching teeth at colleges in California in the 1960s. As Toomay has written elsewhere, that was a last bastion of football being the players' game, instead a coaches' game.

In one of his books, published during the mid-1980s, Howard Cosell sniffed in one of his books that Madden had "allowed himself to become a caricature of someone bursting through the wall with a beer can in his hands." That was a small price to pay, and it's worth noting that Madden is leaving beloved, while Cosell, not to speak ill of the dead, was bitter at the end.

Madden was as ubiquitous as Coca-Cola, but a lot of people like Coca-Cola. With respect to the video game, the story that he wouldn't allow his name to be put on the game until Electronic Arts (now EA Sports) could offer full 11-on-11 play shows he was bit of an early adapter. He might not be able to articulate or explain it, but it's impossible to understate how Madden's helped a generation of guys and a few girls learn the difference between a 3-4 and a 4-3 defence without having to put on the pads. People speak knowledgeably of I formations, trips right and Ace formations, not entirely because but largely thanks to the man.

In a sense, we're all a bit smarter as football fans thanks to him. It goes without saying that pausing to mull his legacy is a reflection that, as Ray Ratto at CBSSports.com noted, we're reflecting on the end of the sports broadcaster as national institution:
"Madden broke in an era when there were three sports carriers, not hundreds. We have replaced authoritative voices with cacophony because we have democratized the airwaves, at least insofar as we now have access to every broadcast of every baseball, basketball, football, hockey and major college football and basketball game that can be reasonably found. There is not one voice, but hundreds, and most of them are, well, not Madden. They work for the teams, and you can't be a national figure that way."
It's simply different. There can't be another John Madden. He has rubbed off on countless people, and speaking as someone who spent untold hours playing the original John Madden Football on the family's Tandy back in 1990, the gratitude is all on this end.

(It's impossible to resist including a Madden ambulance montage.)



Related:
John Madden retires from broadcasting (Lisa Fernandez, San Jose Mercury News)
Only one Madden, then, now and forever (Ray Ratto, CBSSports.com)
BOOM! Madden Retires (Daily Norseman)

Monday, April 06, 2009

Batter up: Boston Red Sox

It's that mystical, wonderful time of year where you commit to a team who you know fully well won't win. In honour of an popular Internet meme, we're presenting lists of 25 things tangentially about each Major League Baseball team. At bat: The Boston Red Sox.
  1. Clay Buchholz, who threw a no-hitter in 2007, didn't even make the team. Their pitching staff is pretty loaded.

  2. They're projected to score the most runs in the American League. They have eight solid hitters (and then there's 'Tek. And then there's 'Tek!). They're not a consensus pick to beat the Cubs in the World Series for nothing.

  3. First baseman Kevin Youkilis actually batted more in the cleanup spot than anywhere else in the lineup last season. He hit .299/.399/.569 batting fourth, pretty on par with his season averages.

  4. Jon Lester is could be viewed as the ace by the end of this season than Josh Beckett, but there's not much drop-off between the pair of them.

  5. Daisuke Matzusaka has a lot of pitches and you will see all of them, usually by the end of the first inning. He doesn't work deep into games, but that's half his charm.

  6. Shortstop Jed Lowrie (.258/.339/.400 in '08) is a big X factor for this season, although he's probably not going to be hitting like a superstar. At third, Mike Lowell is coming off an injury-marred year (he OPS-plused 103, which is adequate).

  7. Leftfielder Jason Bay's first minor-league manager when he was in the farm system of a team which no longer exists was Ottawa resident Tim Leiper, how about that?
    "Leiper still never has seen anyone, from the minors or majors, so utterly destroy spring training pitching.

    "... The Expos, at Leiper's urging, decided Bay would begin his career with a high-A affiliate in Jupiter, Fla." — Adam Kilbore, Boston Globe
  8. Jose Canseco is linking former Sawx slugger Manny Ramírez to steroid use. Of course, it's dirty pool to put that in the Red Sox preview just because they both played in Boston, but not at the same time.

  9. Ten of the 25 players on the Opening Day roster were born outside the continental United States: Three in Japan, two in Canada, two in the Dominican Republic, two in Puerto Rico and one in Jamaica.

    The Red Sox do not have a black player born in the U.S., notwithstanding whoever the player is on utilityman Nick Green's Yahoo! Sports page. That's not a reflection on the organization, as much as some people would like it to be ... the sport is getting more international all the time.

  10. Canadian George Kottaras made the team as the designated Tim Wakefield wrangler. He caught another knuckleballer, Charlie Zink, all last season in Pawtucket.

    The best way to catch a knuckleball, as Bob Uecker once said, is wait for it to stop rolling and pick it up.

  11. The team that used to be famous for plodding baserunners (see, Rice, Jim, Game 6, 1986 World Series) had a 77.4% stolen-base success rate last season, second-best to the Oakland Athletics . Even if Jacoby Ellsbury (50-for-61 to lead the American League) is factored out, they were still successful almost three times out of four.

  12. He seems to personify what makes Boston teams insufferable, but it's hard to completely hate second baseman Dustin Pedroia. He was the first middle infielder since Zoilo Versalles in 1965 to be elected American League MVP while hitting less than 30 home runs. Players with a balanced skill set have been traditionally overlooked in MVP voting, so it's good it's changing.

  13. The bullpen was a trouble spot at times in '08. Sidearmer Justin Masterson is going to be in the 'pen from the start of the season, which helps.

  14. C'est la vie: Being a Blue Jays fan whose all-time favourite ballplayer is Ted Williams and whose favourite sports figure is another Red Sock, Bill (Spaceman) Lee.

  15. Masterson's sidearm offerings break in on left-handers and they already have two good lefty options in the bullpen,Javier Lópezand Hideki Okajima. It will be hard to get much off them in the late innings. Right-hander Manny Delcarmen has punched above his weight the past couple seasons.

  16. The wannabe wordsmiths who write the headlines are going to love Daniel Bard once he matures into a major leaguer.

  17. Only two of the top five articles on the Boston Herald website at this writing are about the Red Sox, who haven't a World Series in more than 17 months. Celtic Nation has spoken.

  18. The franchise which shrewdly gauged the best-before of Pedro Martínez and Nomar Garciaparra is rolling with 37-year-old catcher Jason Varitek, who couldn't hit a right-hander. Which of these things is not like the other?

  19. Minor-league slugger Lars Anderson, who's at Double-A Portland (the one in Maine), will man first base before too long. It won't be much longer until the Red Sox are sending him on some goodwill trip to Stockholm to stake out that player pool the way they have with Japan.

  20. Junichi Tawaza, the Japanese phenom signed late last season, is going to be in Double-A. Examiner.com pointed out every AL East team has a Japanese player of note in its system, except the Blue Jays. Hey, it's not like Japan has won the first two World Baseball Classics.

  21. The Red Sox ended their affilation with a single-A team because its park was hitter-friendly and they didn't want it to skew their evaluation of young hitters. Talk about leaving nothing to chance.

  22. Reliever Mike Timlin retired after last season. He was the last active player in the majors from the 1992-93 Blue Jays.

  23. Fun fact: Lowrie will be the first switch-hitter to start on Opening Day for the Red Sox since the immortal Spike Owen in 1988. A funner fact is that he's not Julio Lugo.

  24. You're excused for wanting to smash Dustin Pedroia's face into a bowl of mashed potatoes after seeing his spot for for MLB 09: The Show.



  25. Pedroia referred to the Yankees' Alex Rodriguez "as a dork" during a puff-piece magazine feature. He needs to hire UFC president Dana White to advise him on more creative insult methods.

Friday, July 25, 2008

We'll always have the wraparounds in NHL 94

Damn you kids with your carefully considered haircuts, your constantly changing relationship statuses on Facebook and your complex hockey video games.

Reading about the next step in online play for EA Sports' NHL 09 is a one-way trip to the other side of the generation gap. Obviously, this is nothing new for the hardcore gamers, but for a guy who's still perfectly content to play Madden or the NCAA 08 college football game for hours on end on a PlayStation 2 (how 2002!), it's mind-bending.

(For anyone who's wondering, given a choice, today's trivia question would not revolve around a certain former Raptor who will never, ever be forgiven. Time heals almost all, but not that.)

David Littman, the producer of NHL 09 (like Chuck Klosterman once said, how long until we have video-game critics, the same way there are film critics?) offered a window earlier this week into what's in store for the gamers. The latest edition of the hockey franchise will include an EA Sports Hockey League where teams, with up to 50 members, can be created and compete against other teams. This builds off the 6-on-6 mode that's apparently pretty popular (some of us still like playing these games alone, usually with alcohol within an arm's length; sweet liquor eases the pain).

Far be it to suggest that if you can swing getting 50 people together at one time in this day and age, all that energy should be put to something other than an activity that's popular among eight-year-olds with ADHD. How about organizing an actual hockey game? Or reading to children?

You should read it all, if you're interested, to get the full appreciation, but this kind of jumped out in a not entirely pleasant way for the guy who's on the wrong side of 30 (cue the Logan Run's theme):
"... we want to make the people sitting at home into superstars. Instead of wearing someone else's name on the back of your jersey when playing online, it is your name on the back. Your team is trying to win the EASHL Championship and you will feel the pressure to perform for your teammates. With our performance tracker feature, you are graded on how well you play hockey, not on how well you play a video game. The leaderboards show the real names of people instead of their gamertags. This is the first step for people to become the next sports superstars. In a few years, we want there to be SportsCenter-style highlights and interviews with our gamers.
Jesus. This runs counter to the gaming experience of someone who came of age during the Paleozoic Era of sports video games. It wasn't about feeling like a superstar, sitting at home -- there was supposed to be guilt attached to playing your 11th game of NHL 94 that day when it was bright and sunny outside. Another part of the appeal was that the games weren't realistic, whether it was Bo Jackson being untackle-able in Tecmo Super Bowl, the hot spots on the floor in NBA Jam, or being able to deke the goalie with the same move every time in some of the early EA Sports hockey games. Remember the one-timers? They were unstoppable.

Obviously, the paradigm has shifted. Gaming is serious. People post their highlights on YouTube. It used to be that if you, say, played an entire 162-game season of Earl Weaver Baseball on your parents' Tandy, you kept it to yourself and didn't tell anyone about it, because you know sharing that fact was a sure way to be socially unpopular -- even more so.

The next edition in EA Sports hockey franchise will probably reward gamers for their use of hockey cliches in postgame interviews, which is another step toward a world where no one will ever having anything original to say.

Ah, you kids. You'll never know what it was like to make Gretzky's head bleed. Those of us who did, and still do, are going to go listen to some sad bastard music.



Related:
NHL 09 Q&A: EA Sports Hockey League Revealed (Adult Gaming Enthusiasts)

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Putting a lid on the drama

Well, it's no wonder the powers-the-be at Wimbledon are putting a retractable roof over Centre Court -- a columnist from America's most important newspaper couldn't even be bothered to wait out the rain delay during Rafael Nadal's seminal win over Roger Federer.

(Yeah, we know who's the empire which the sun never sets on. Take that, John Oliver. You too, Jimmy Hogg.)

It's completely irrational to feel upset over the end of one sports' great anachronisms, yet there's still a sense of loss. People are funny that way. Over here in North America, with our lack of couth, we never would have put up with the rain delays -- one of the charms of an English summer -- and play being suspended due to darkness that are part of the fortnight. (Nor do we use words such as fortnight.)

When it's the other guy, there's something compelling about how the fans at the All England Club just wait the downpours and the matches that take three days to complete, in their cheerfully resolute British way, just like the way they survived the Blitz back in 1940 without a bit of woe-is-us. At least that's the way it seems from here.

Now it's gone for good. It's really silly to have any kind of sad bastard lament over it, but then again, there are still people who prefer CDs to iPods and would rather make popcorn in an air popper than in a microwave, too. The truth is Centre Court probably should have had a retractable roof years ago, the same way it was absurd that Wrigley Field in Chicago didn't have lights until 1988, or that it's taken this long for college football to have a true national championship. (Whattya mean they still don't have one?)

There's a sense of loss, probably as a reaction to the push for everything to be more cost-efficient, time-efficient and manpower-efficicent, where everything runs smoothly and fits into a nice little prefab three-hour window. From the sounds of it, though, the rain delays and the gathering gloaming enchanced the tension of Nadal's four-hour, 48-minute, 62-game dethroning of Federer -- and at least in my small, isolated corner of the world, everyone was jazzed up about tennis, of all things.

That won't be the case on a future fortnight. C'est la vie.

A couple more late leaping-off points:

  • One thought that keeps bubbling up is whether or not this might herald a second tennis boom -- more people following and playing the sport, as was the case in the '70s and '80s, when the game, for a lack of less obvious cliche, was dragged out of country clubs and brought to the masses.

    Two big drivers might be Wii tennis and more worldly American sportscape. Apparently, Wii tennis is pretty addictive. It seems unlikely that playing a sports video game creates curiosity to follow the sport (although some people have said they understand football better after playing Madden), but maybe a popular video game might lead a few people to check out the sport on TV.

    Secondly, the end of the tennis boom, at least in the States during the '90s, somewhat stemmed form the absense of American personalities. Pete Sampras was a great champion, but he was bland, and the sport sagged in popularity.

    There seems to be a desire among U.S. sports fans to feel more worldly and outward-looking, especially during the last throes of Bush-Cheney. Living vicariously through a global sport is a great means to that end, even if it doesn't make you any smarter. Rooting for Rafa Nadal might become one of the accoutrements (he typed, sarcastically) of being an it-getter international sports fan.
  • It's odd how we're conditioned to be speculative. Nadal just edged by a reduced Federer and already this raises speculation over whether he could win the Grand Slam, now that he's won titles on clay and grass. Sports On My Mind poured some cold water over the idea, pointing out the conditions were ideally suited for Nadal to stay back on the baseline, like he does on the slow-playing clay courts.

    Still, we're overdue for a Grand Slam. It's been 20 years since Steffi Graf's 'Golden Slam' in 1988. Nadal is probably not good enough to win the Australian or U.S. Opens.
  • Last but not least, tennis when played well is the most beautiful and demanding game you can name.
(Lay off The Times' brilliant Bill Rhoden, -- granted, when you've written a book as good and as searing as Forty Million Dollar Slaves, you're gonna be a lightning rod . So he left the greatest match ever to go see a Will Smith movie, big deal, wanna fight about it? It's not like he woke up at 12:10 Eastern time on Sunday, assumed that match which had started three hours earlier was probably over, went looking for the first sports event on the TV, just to have something on to ignore, which happened to be a WNBA game, carried on blissfully unaware of what was transpiring at the All-England Club, then got to work at 4 p.m. to see it was tied 7-7 in the fifth set ... like some people we could name!)

Related:
Memorable Wimbledon Final Also Signals End of an Era (Christopher Clarey, The New York Times)
How the Courts of Wimbledon Stole Immortality from Roger Federer (and Made Rafael Nadal Appear Great) (Sports On My Mind)

Friday, June 27, 2008

Daunte Culpepper and Douglas Coupland have the same initials; odd, that

The New York Giants and the Green Bay Packers can have their Super Bowl trophies and Joe Buck man-love. The Patriots can have the best part of Randy Moss' Hall of Fame career.

The Minnesota Vikings will always be first in post-modern tragicomedy.

"Daunte Culpepper persevered and established a new Guinness World Record for 'Highest Score in the Two-Minute Drill on Madden NFL 2002" with a staggering 14,500 points. Playing the same game that featured him on the cover, Culpepper played as himself with the Minnesota Vikings and made some serious connections to then-teammate Randy Moss. He earned the record at EA's 20th Anniversary Premiere Party for Madden NFL 09, and if unbeaten, will be included in the Guinness World Records: Gamer's Edition 2009, scheduled for release next February."
-- IGN.com
The joke's on the guy who spent way too many late nights from about, oh, 2000 from well into 2006 -- long after the magic act had broken up -- vicariously plugging into the Culpepper-to-Moss combination via the Madden franchise (while mixing in plenty of short stuff to a tight end named Neate Sager who was like Kellen Winslow and Magnus Samuelsson all rolled into one) .

What a postscript to the Culpepper-Moss years. It's not for nothing that Daunte Culpepper and Douglas Coupland have the same initials, or that each has 15 letters in his name.

(Seriously, if you haven't read JPod already, do so tout suite. Link via Pro Football Talk.)