We have it pretty good, despite what our profanity-laden tirades against the humidity and heat may indicate. Most of us have working air conditioning units (whether centralized or via window units) that can sooth our sizzling flesh, and we have A/C units (thank you, Freon) that can quickly cool the inside of our cars should we drive with either purpose or frivolity. We are the lucky ones. Our ancestors, on the other hand, had to deal with heat the old fashioned way–by not being able to do anything about it. But by knowing a bit of history, we can foster some modern-day appreciation for just how fortunate we are during a seething heat wave.
Be glad you didn’t live in New York City in August of 1896. In the course of ten consecutive days, poorly ventilated buildings became ovens, with their occupants dying from heat-related afflictions because there was no air-conditioning or running water. Edward P. Kohn, author of Hot Time in the Old Town says this of those hapless New Yorkers:
“They took to the rooftops, and they took to the fire escapes, trying to catch a breath of fresh air [...] Inevitably, somebody would fall asleep or get drunk, roll off the top of a five-story tenement, crash into the courtyard below and be killed. You’d have children who would go to sleep on fire escapes and fall off and break their legs or be killed. People [tried] to go down to the piers on the East River and sleep there, out in the open — and would roll into the river and drown.”
Horses would drop dead in the street. All told, roughly 1,500 people across the country (an average of 150 per day) died because of the heat wave. The then little-known police commissioner of New York City, Theodore Roosevelt, was one of the few public officials who actively voiced his concern for the poor, and would rise to political notoriety, in part because of public admiration for his involvement in the affair.
In 1902, Willis Haviland Carrier invented the first air conditioning system, and his patent titled “Apparatus for Treating Air” (U.S. Pat# 808897) was granted in 1906. This type of air modulation, however, was meant for preservation purposes. Carrier pioneered home cooling in 1928 with his “Weathermaker” unit, although the Great Depression initially stymied its popularity. The economic boon following World War II, however, made this luxury more and more common, with more manufacturers tweaking and improving upon the initial design (why, as of yet, there isn’t a national holiday commemorating Carrier’s cooling influence remains a mystery).
The ancient Egyptians (2500 BCE) would use a “fly-roof” to “air-condition” a cabin on board a sailing vessel for the traveling pharoah. They would stretch canvas tarp over a wooden frame, soaking the tarp with water to allow for evaporative cooling (removing of moisture in the air). Although this would (just barely?) minimize the oppressing heat, it does not come close to the effectiveness of a contemporary Frigidaire. Be grateful that we in the 21st century call this form of air-conditioning “primitive” and not “post-modern.”
But heat, in-and-of itself is not the only force that makes the summer hellish. We’ve all heard someone say, “it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity” as if they themselves coined this overused (although scientifically legitimate) phrase. Humidity, the phenomenon of water vapor in the atmosphere, and heat form a dynamic duo of thermodynamic annoyance.
When our bodies become overheated, they expel moisture to cool themselves. But when high a high presence of humidity surrounds our bodies (such as the greater Richmond area in summer), they cannot expel as much sweat, thus creating the sensation that the temperature is hotter than it, in fact, is. Although we want to avoid cliches like the plague, as William Safire once said, we can give a pass to our overused “it’s the humidity” line because it, in a sense, gets to an important truth: when hot, humidity is not your friend.
Although today’s heat, and the heat that we can expect in the future (hello July and August!), can feel, oh so “enhanced interrogation technique”-ish, be grateful that we have our contemporary methods to stave off the cruel heat of Mother Nature, and that we are not in the shoes of our far, far less fortunate ancestors. Think of them while you are stay indoors next to your A/C unit watching cable television, sipping on your water and iced-tea.
2011年5月31日星期二
2011年5月29日星期日
2012 Is Coming
The 2012 Mayan Doomsday is something we’ve all heard, read or watched about in the last year or two. I don’t have any insights on the validity or lack thereof on the theory for you, but I will say this: I hope we at least make it past Spring 2012, because Nike has a lot of cool stuff planned for us.
In addition to the Air Max Barkleys that we looked at recently, CounterKicks has images and info on a number of other sneaks that will interest you for either on or off the court wear for this time next year.
The Nike Huarache Bball 2012 is a modern take on a shoe that the Fab Five rocked at Michigan 20 years ago. The multi-directional flex design on the sole is a new touch.
The Nike Zoom Hyperdunk 2011 Supreme is shown in a Wolf Grey/Green Abyss/Current Blue/White colorway. The SPRM versions of the Hyperdunk 2011 feature an added reinforced toe overlay.
The Hyperdunk 2011 Low PE is a slightly lower and lighter version of the mid cut Hyperdunk 2011. The Flywire upper, phylon foam midsole with Zoom Air and carbon fiber midfoot shank plate are all still in the shoe.
The Zoom Huarache 2 incorporates Hyperfuse material this year and ditches the midfoot strap that the ZH1 had. As CK points out, no Knicks color here for Amare Stoudemire to wear.
The Nike Zoom Hyperforce PE has a Hyperfuse composite upper, uses Flywire supports, has Zoom Air and the always reliable herringbone pattern on the sole.
The Nike Lunar Hypergamer has a seamless Hyperfuse upper, uses a Lunarlon midsole and has the herringbone-patterned sole.
The Nike Flight Maestro Plus is a new take on Scottie Pippen’s sneaks from back in the day. The shoe has an air max unit in the heel with stylings from one of Pip’s favorite shoes.
The Nike Zoom Hyperforce is the same as the Hyperforce PEs described above, but will have a greater widespread availability.
In addition to the Air Max Barkleys that we looked at recently, CounterKicks has images and info on a number of other sneaks that will interest you for either on or off the court wear for this time next year.
The Nike Huarache Bball 2012 is a modern take on a shoe that the Fab Five rocked at Michigan 20 years ago. The multi-directional flex design on the sole is a new touch.
The Nike Zoom Hyperdunk 2011 Supreme is shown in a Wolf Grey/Green Abyss/Current Blue/White colorway. The SPRM versions of the Hyperdunk 2011 feature an added reinforced toe overlay.
The Hyperdunk 2011 Low PE is a slightly lower and lighter version of the mid cut Hyperdunk 2011. The Flywire upper, phylon foam midsole with Zoom Air and carbon fiber midfoot shank plate are all still in the shoe.
The Zoom Huarache 2 incorporates Hyperfuse material this year and ditches the midfoot strap that the ZH1 had. As CK points out, no Knicks color here for Amare Stoudemire to wear.
The Nike Zoom Hyperforce PE has a Hyperfuse composite upper, uses Flywire supports, has Zoom Air and the always reliable herringbone pattern on the sole.
The Nike Lunar Hypergamer has a seamless Hyperfuse upper, uses a Lunarlon midsole and has the herringbone-patterned sole.
The Nike Flight Maestro Plus is a new take on Scottie Pippen’s sneaks from back in the day. The shoe has an air max unit in the heel with stylings from one of Pip’s favorite shoes.
The Nike Zoom Hyperforce is the same as the Hyperforce PEs described above, but will have a greater widespread availability.
2011年5月25日星期三
Sentimental Journey The last day of school
I remember what my son looked like the first day of school. He was just a little slip of a man back then. His red and blue Mickey Mouse book-bag hung limply from his shoulder. His new Nike tennis shoes were still gleaming white. He looked out the window of the preschool sobbing as I left. I shuffled to my car, wiping my eyes, wondering if there was something I could've done to make this easier.
That's what I was remembering as I sifted through the file labeled "Michael: high school" that I began four years ago when we moved to our latest home. I also uncovered a heap of photo doubles that overflowed from the sides of a big old cardboard box.
I know so much is missing. Somewhere in this big house is the time capsule he created in fifth grade with his projections for senior year. I also have "Precious Items" envelopes containing art awards and projects from each year of his life. I don't know where those things are. Some day I'll find them, maybe when I'm packing up for the nursing home.
So I made do with what I had. The high school file with awards I'd forgotten, projects he'd composed, band programs too numerous to count, a lifetime of one boy, I guess you could say, a boy who matters more to me than the air I breathe. I made two tri-folds with the contents.
The scrapbook began innocently enough. First I scoured through old photos, finding the important ones. The ones of him brand new from the hospital, all 5 pounds of him. The ones of him at Halloween as a Power Ranger and a dinosaur. The ones of him at Christmas, as a tiny babe, or a strapping teen. The ones of him at birthday celebrations with dramatic themes and giant cakes. The ones of him with his dearest friends, his beloved grandparents, his sweet little sister, his adoring dad, even me, when I wasn't playing photographer, which wasn't often. I had to compile them for his graduation party.
I wondered what his bandmates thought when they trudged through the family room mess to the basement. There I sat, amidst papers and glue, scissors and boxes, photos and awards, trying to make sense to an outsider about how terrific this kid is, how he is everything I ever dreamed he'd be and so much more.
My boy came in from the high school on Friday, the last day. The scrapbook and tri-folds were propped against the wall. His lessons and exams were completed, too. He wore slim jeans and a black rock-'n'-roll T-shirt. His dark brown hair, once cornsilk blonde in childhood, was cut in a short style that showed off the baby blue of his eyes.
"Can I get a picture of you with your backpack?" I asked, again holding the camera, while this weird lump formed in my throat.
"I don't have much time, Mom, " he said as he dropped his trumpet case by the door.
I knew he was busy. He had important places to go, people to meet. Before long he would be packing up his gear to head to college, taking all the stuff I complain about: the cords and amplifiers, the sheets of music, the guitars and sweatshirts, the junk that is scattered throughout the house.
I snapped a picture hastily, then studied the six-foot young man as he walked to his grandfather's old blue Cadillac.
I'd never forget what he looked like on the last day of school either. Not ever.
That's what I was remembering as I sifted through the file labeled "Michael: high school" that I began four years ago when we moved to our latest home. I also uncovered a heap of photo doubles that overflowed from the sides of a big old cardboard box.
I know so much is missing. Somewhere in this big house is the time capsule he created in fifth grade with his projections for senior year. I also have "Precious Items" envelopes containing art awards and projects from each year of his life. I don't know where those things are. Some day I'll find them, maybe when I'm packing up for the nursing home.
So I made do with what I had. The high school file with awards I'd forgotten, projects he'd composed, band programs too numerous to count, a lifetime of one boy, I guess you could say, a boy who matters more to me than the air I breathe. I made two tri-folds with the contents.
The scrapbook began innocently enough. First I scoured through old photos, finding the important ones. The ones of him brand new from the hospital, all 5 pounds of him. The ones of him at Halloween as a Power Ranger and a dinosaur. The ones of him at Christmas, as a tiny babe, or a strapping teen. The ones of him at birthday celebrations with dramatic themes and giant cakes. The ones of him with his dearest friends, his beloved grandparents, his sweet little sister, his adoring dad, even me, when I wasn't playing photographer, which wasn't often. I had to compile them for his graduation party.
I wondered what his bandmates thought when they trudged through the family room mess to the basement. There I sat, amidst papers and glue, scissors and boxes, photos and awards, trying to make sense to an outsider about how terrific this kid is, how he is everything I ever dreamed he'd be and so much more.
My boy came in from the high school on Friday, the last day. The scrapbook and tri-folds were propped against the wall. His lessons and exams were completed, too. He wore slim jeans and a black rock-'n'-roll T-shirt. His dark brown hair, once cornsilk blonde in childhood, was cut in a short style that showed off the baby blue of his eyes.
"Can I get a picture of you with your backpack?" I asked, again holding the camera, while this weird lump formed in my throat.
"I don't have much time, Mom, " he said as he dropped his trumpet case by the door.
I knew he was busy. He had important places to go, people to meet. Before long he would be packing up his gear to head to college, taking all the stuff I complain about: the cords and amplifiers, the sheets of music, the guitars and sweatshirts, the junk that is scattered throughout the house.
I snapped a picture hastily, then studied the six-foot young man as he walked to his grandfather's old blue Cadillac.
I'd never forget what he looked like on the last day of school either. Not ever.
2011年5月23日星期一
Nike Sportswear2011 new spring and summer shoes Air Max Light "Denim" Exposure
Recently, Nike on the "Denim" preference for this material are added, Air Force 1 just long exposure, but also brought us this Air Max Light "Denim", it seems, Nike intends to "Denim" in the end. But think about it this year, "Denim" is indeed a popular, major brands have introduced the "Denim" material of a single product, while Nike as a big brother, big brother of course, have led the way, just launched two time Denim Sneaker. I do not know the future will not be the Dunk, Blazer, or even woven it? Who Knows?
Of course, Air Max 1 Nike Air Max series, as the originator of running shoes, it is not just an ordinary pair of running shoes, but also represents an era of culture, unique streamline design, slightly retro look, lightweight design make it popular with young people, Air Max 1 has become a symbol of fashion and culture. The Air Max Light "Denim" Needless to say more, classic and external co-exist.
Of course, Air Max 1 Nike Air Max series, as the originator of running shoes, it is not just an ordinary pair of running shoes, but also represents an era of culture, unique streamline design, slightly retro look, lightweight design make it popular with young people, Air Max 1 has become a symbol of fashion and culture. The Air Max Light "Denim" Needless to say more, classic and external co-exist.
2011年5月19日星期四
Shoe bombs still a threat to aviation
Napolitano drew applause at a conference of travel and tourism industry leaders with her remarks that the department has been looking for a technological solution to the shoe problem.
"We're not there yet, so wear slip-ons," she said.
The shoe requirement is probably the most hated of a raft of security measures imposed on air travellers after the September 11, 2001 attacks.
Industry leaders have complained about a one-size-fits-all approach to aviation security that they say has discouraged travel and is costing billions of dollars in revenue.
Napolitano said officials are not yet able to ease up on those stringent measures.
"It's a technological problem," said Napolitano.
"Why? Because we know from a risk-based standard that our adversaries have tried before and are always attempting to see what they can get onto a plane that would constitute enough explosive material to blow a plane up," she said.
"That threat has not disappeared, and if anything even the public revelations out of the material seized out of this compound where (terror mastermind Osama) bin Laden was confirmed that aviation remains a target."
Napolitano said nearly 10 years after September 11, the US government was pursuing strategies to take some of the hassle out of air travel, where possible.
She said nearly a million people have now enrolled in Global Entry, a so-called "trusted traveller" program that allows pre-vetted passengers to clear customs more quickly. The administration's goal is to double that number.
Other changes have been to introduce express lanes for passengers with connecting flights.
She said 80 per cent of travellers at the top 22 international airports in the United States now clear customs in less than 30 minutes.
"We are moving away from one-size-fits-all," Napolitano said.
"But it's a more difficult problem than you might imagine. It has to be done the right way, recognising that it only takes one plane going down" to have a major economic impact, she said.
"We're not there yet, so wear slip-ons," she said.
The shoe requirement is probably the most hated of a raft of security measures imposed on air travellers after the September 11, 2001 attacks.
Industry leaders have complained about a one-size-fits-all approach to aviation security that they say has discouraged travel and is costing billions of dollars in revenue.
Napolitano said officials are not yet able to ease up on those stringent measures.
"It's a technological problem," said Napolitano.
"Why? Because we know from a risk-based standard that our adversaries have tried before and are always attempting to see what they can get onto a plane that would constitute enough explosive material to blow a plane up," she said.
"That threat has not disappeared, and if anything even the public revelations out of the material seized out of this compound where (terror mastermind Osama) bin Laden was confirmed that aviation remains a target."
Napolitano said nearly 10 years after September 11, the US government was pursuing strategies to take some of the hassle out of air travel, where possible.
She said nearly a million people have now enrolled in Global Entry, a so-called "trusted traveller" program that allows pre-vetted passengers to clear customs more quickly. The administration's goal is to double that number.
Other changes have been to introduce express lanes for passengers with connecting flights.
She said 80 per cent of travellers at the top 22 international airports in the United States now clear customs in less than 30 minutes.
"We are moving away from one-size-fits-all," Napolitano said.
"But it's a more difficult problem than you might imagine. It has to be done the right way, recognising that it only takes one plane going down" to have a major economic impact, she said.
2011年5月17日星期二
Detroit Red Wings Offseason and 2011-2012 Free Agency: 7 Moves That Make Sense
Free agency is going to be a very interesting time for the Detroit Red Wings in 2011. In seasons passed the key has been to lock up key players to long term contracts. Henrik Zetterberg, Pavel Datsyuk, and Johan Franzen were all the recipients of long-term, heavy contracts.
Obviously the twist that makes the upcoming offseason interesting for Detroit is Nick Lidstrom. Should he decide to retire, it will suddenly free up a massive amount of cap space for the Red Wings.
Should he decide to finally end his illustrious career the Red Wings will have over 12 million dollars to spend on free agents, with all but five roster positions covered by players currently under contract (this number of dollars is also assuming that Kris Draper retires as well.)
To put the power of 12 million in proper context, that is what Datsyuk and Zetterberg will be making together next year.
When broken down, the team needs two forwards, two blueliners and one backup goaltender.
Detroit has several young skaters coming up the pipeline that should be able to finally crack the lineup, and that fans should be legitimately excited about. Tomas Tatar should be able to find a spot on the team despite his designation as a left winger, and lack of size (5'9'', 175 pounds). He is wicked fast, has outstanding vision, and anyone who remembers his play in the WJC will know why he is so highly touted.
Jan Mursak was impressive and noticeable in his stints for the Red Wings as well, but is also slotted on the left side. He is very tenacious in his puck pursuit, is a tough down low, and also has decent hands and good vision.
The competition for the few available roster positions throughout training camp is going to be a major story line for the Wings this summer. Also in the picture is center and Hobey Baker runner-up Gustav Nyquist, and the younger Landon Ferraro.
For the sake of this examination I am going to assume that Tatar ends up making the Red Wing lineup full time, leaving one forward slot open. He's also the most expensive option to come up from the minors, so if another player makes the team it will just mean more money.
A lot of people in the hockey world, including myself, think that Brendan Smith (video has questionable language in the song... if you don't like cursing mute it and marvel) is ready to step up and play in the big league next year. I think he's going to make it, and want him to. So we'll assume his cap hit as well.
Jakub Kindl could also get the call from the Red Wings as mostly everyone in the organization are very high on him as well.
We'll slot at least one of them third pairing as a sizable upgrade over the dutiful Ruslan Salei.
Detroit has a few goaltenders in the system right now, and could look to Joey MacDonald to backup Howard so that their prospects (McCollum and Jordan Pearce) can log substantial playing time.
But I think they will go the UFA route in net and sign a proven backup, while continuing to allow MacDonald to season in the minors.
This scenario leaves Detroit with three open positions—one forward, one defenseman, and one backup goaltender. And it also leaves them with just shy of 11 million to spend across the board. Nice.
Now for the fun stuff. With all this in mind, here are the seven players the Wings should seriously consider signing to the lineup for the upcoming season.
Obviously the twist that makes the upcoming offseason interesting for Detroit is Nick Lidstrom. Should he decide to retire, it will suddenly free up a massive amount of cap space for the Red Wings.
Should he decide to finally end his illustrious career the Red Wings will have over 12 million dollars to spend on free agents, with all but five roster positions covered by players currently under contract (this number of dollars is also assuming that Kris Draper retires as well.)
To put the power of 12 million in proper context, that is what Datsyuk and Zetterberg will be making together next year.
When broken down, the team needs two forwards, two blueliners and one backup goaltender.
Detroit has several young skaters coming up the pipeline that should be able to finally crack the lineup, and that fans should be legitimately excited about. Tomas Tatar should be able to find a spot on the team despite his designation as a left winger, and lack of size (5'9'', 175 pounds). He is wicked fast, has outstanding vision, and anyone who remembers his play in the WJC will know why he is so highly touted.
Jan Mursak was impressive and noticeable in his stints for the Red Wings as well, but is also slotted on the left side. He is very tenacious in his puck pursuit, is a tough down low, and also has decent hands and good vision.
The competition for the few available roster positions throughout training camp is going to be a major story line for the Wings this summer. Also in the picture is center and Hobey Baker runner-up Gustav Nyquist, and the younger Landon Ferraro.
For the sake of this examination I am going to assume that Tatar ends up making the Red Wing lineup full time, leaving one forward slot open. He's also the most expensive option to come up from the minors, so if another player makes the team it will just mean more money.
A lot of people in the hockey world, including myself, think that Brendan Smith (video has questionable language in the song... if you don't like cursing mute it and marvel) is ready to step up and play in the big league next year. I think he's going to make it, and want him to. So we'll assume his cap hit as well.
Jakub Kindl could also get the call from the Red Wings as mostly everyone in the organization are very high on him as well.
We'll slot at least one of them third pairing as a sizable upgrade over the dutiful Ruslan Salei.
Detroit has a few goaltenders in the system right now, and could look to Joey MacDonald to backup Howard so that their prospects (McCollum and Jordan Pearce) can log substantial playing time.
But I think they will go the UFA route in net and sign a proven backup, while continuing to allow MacDonald to season in the minors.
This scenario leaves Detroit with three open positions—one forward, one defenseman, and one backup goaltender. And it also leaves them with just shy of 11 million to spend across the board. Nice.
Now for the fun stuff. With all this in mind, here are the seven players the Wings should seriously consider signing to the lineup for the upcoming season.
2011年5月15日星期日
Bell rings up a win for Bisons
Newly acquired Bubba Bell rallied the Buffalo Bisons with a two-run double in the eighth inning and lifted the Herd to a 4-3 victory over the Louisville Bats on Sunday.
The New York Mets acquired Bell on Friday from the Cleveland Indians for cash considerations. The 28-year-old Bell began the season with Triple-A Columbus and in eight games hit .292 with a pair of RBIs. He tacked on two more RBIs on Sunday to put a halt to the Bisons' three-game losing streak.
The first two games of the series with the Bats were especially lopsided for the Herd, who were pounded, 15-7, in the first game of the series on Friday then lost, 8-3, on Saturday.
On Sunday,The Herd trailed 3-1 in the eighth inning until Luis Figueroa, who was also added to the Bisons' roster Friday, ignited a two-out rally with a single to center. After Kirk Nieuwenhuis singled, Buffalo had runners on the corners when Nick Evans' single to center scored Figueroa. After Bats reliever Daniel Ray Herrera was lifted for Jordan Smith, Bell's double gave the Bisons the lead for good.
Bisons reliever Pedro Beato was credited with the win after pitching 1 1/3 innings and allowing two hits.
The Mets added Beato to the Herd's roster Sunday on an injury rehab assignment. Beato went on the disabled list May 4 with right elbow tendinitis.
The 24-year-old began the season with the Mets and posted a 0.00 ERA in 11 appearances and 17.0 innings of work. Beato has allowed just four unearned runs on nine hits and 10 strikeouts this season.
Herd starter D.J. Carrasco went six innings and allowed three runs, all earned, on eight hits. He struck out three and walked four.
Herrera (0-4) couldn't hold the lead for Louisville starter Scott Carroll, who went six innings and allowed just one run on five hits with four strikeouts. The Bisons didn't touch Carroll until the fifth when Jesus Feliciano's RBI single scored Luis Hernandez.
The series concludes at 11:05 a.m. today when the Bisons send right-hander Chris Schwinden (2-1) to the mound against the Bats' Chad Reineke (4-1).
The New York Mets acquired Bell on Friday from the Cleveland Indians for cash considerations. The 28-year-old Bell began the season with Triple-A Columbus and in eight games hit .292 with a pair of RBIs. He tacked on two more RBIs on Sunday to put a halt to the Bisons' three-game losing streak.
The first two games of the series with the Bats were especially lopsided for the Herd, who were pounded, 15-7, in the first game of the series on Friday then lost, 8-3, on Saturday.
On Sunday,The Herd trailed 3-1 in the eighth inning until Luis Figueroa, who was also added to the Bisons' roster Friday, ignited a two-out rally with a single to center. After Kirk Nieuwenhuis singled, Buffalo had runners on the corners when Nick Evans' single to center scored Figueroa. After Bats reliever Daniel Ray Herrera was lifted for Jordan Smith, Bell's double gave the Bisons the lead for good.
Bisons reliever Pedro Beato was credited with the win after pitching 1 1/3 innings and allowing two hits.
The Mets added Beato to the Herd's roster Sunday on an injury rehab assignment. Beato went on the disabled list May 4 with right elbow tendinitis.
The 24-year-old began the season with the Mets and posted a 0.00 ERA in 11 appearances and 17.0 innings of work. Beato has allowed just four unearned runs on nine hits and 10 strikeouts this season.
Herd starter D.J. Carrasco went six innings and allowed three runs, all earned, on eight hits. He struck out three and walked four.
Herrera (0-4) couldn't hold the lead for Louisville starter Scott Carroll, who went six innings and allowed just one run on five hits with four strikeouts. The Bisons didn't touch Carroll until the fifth when Jesus Feliciano's RBI single scored Luis Hernandez.
The series concludes at 11:05 a.m. today when the Bisons send right-hander Chris Schwinden (2-1) to the mound against the Bats' Chad Reineke (4-1).
2011年5月11日星期三
No More Action For Phil Jackson?
Phil Jackson picked an odd time to be swept off the court, the first time for a team he coached in 65 playoff series. Or did he?
Clearly fatigued, beleaguered, and beaten, Jackson said he was glad that the season was over, and his team played like it. One thing you can say about Jackson's Lakers is that they knew how to win and really knew how to lose – by 39 to the Celtics in the 2008 NBA Finals, and then by 36 on Sunday to Dallas.
So much of the scene was incongruous. Not just losing to Dallas, but losing four straight to a team renowned for choking. And the serene mien with which he handled his teams was shattered by the callous, if not criminal, assaults by Andrew Bynum and Lamar Odom on defenseless Dallas Mavericks. Not to mention David Stern's parting gift – a $35,000 fine on Phil for questioning refs.
As with any man of Jackson's success, we rush to wrap him in adjectives, to find the phrase that defines him. With a .704 winning percentage and 11 championships as a coach (and two more as a player), Jackson retires with more bling than Mr. T. Or does he?
It is perilous to pen any coach's epitaph, particularly one as competitive as Jackson. Retirement is most pliable term for the lifer, from Bobby Bowden to Joe Paterno to Jim Calhoun, men who don't need the cash but love the cachet that comes with championships.
Little about Jackson is normal, like his long, bony frame contorted and folded on those padded sideline chairs while he meditated on his team's spiritual woes. He built a reputation as something of a basketball mystic, like a scene out of Robert Redford's classic, “A River Runs Through It,” the son of a minister, roaming the mountains of the great Northwest, searching for justice, peace, truth and triangle offenses.
Often taller than his players and always towering over the media members prodding him, he literally and figuratively looked down upon the world, often surly and snobbish. It is the luxury of winning, which he did often, and there was no doubting his presence or prescience. But no matter your take on his thorny persona, it's hard to bash him when you have to snake your way through 11 Larry O'Brien trophies to reach him.
It's unfair to say he's best ever when he never won without Michael, Scottie, Shaq, or Kobe in their prime. But it's equally unfair to say he took the backdoor to brilliance. The aforementioned legends had no rings before Jackson arrived, and that's not a coincidence.
Two generations of New Yorkers have two starkly different takes on Jackson. My father's generation saw him help the Knicks win two titles. My generation saw him torment the Knicks, with more than a little help from Mr. Jordan, for nearly a decade.
For all the rings and triangles and other sporting geometry, Jackson's greatest gift was acting as a buffer between a superstar and his own ego. A coach wears myriad hats, few of which involve actual coaching, at least in the conventional sense of offense and defense.
In an age of coddled stars with agents, cell phones, and sneaker deals, whose “feelings” are now more important than field goal percentage, a coach is equal parts strategist, satirist, and salesman. Magic Johnson made the NBA a player's league when he got Paul Westhead fired in 1980, cracking the coaching door open for Pat Riley.
Since then, the Bob Knight way of scolding and scalding players gave way to a Tony Robbins refrain of positive reinforcement. Though their age and wage said otherwise, it seemed that players became more childlike as the game became more plodding and predictable, an amalgam of pampered personalities and a series of pick-and-rolls. Jackson kept the ball and his teams moving past everyone, to 70-win seasons and three “threepeats” while falling just short of a fourth.
Jackson took over the NBA after Magic and Bird saved the league from extinction, infusing basketball with far more “we” than “me,” and extended that narrative by selling Jordan on the virtues of trust and flow. Jordan, the greatest ever to play Dr. Naismith's game, came to Jackson's way of thinking after shouldering the entire Chicago load for years and realizing that dropping 50 a game made for great Spike Lee ads but always led to losing to Bird and Isiah when it mattered.
Six rings and a sabbatical later, Jackson assuaged Shaq and Kobe long enough to win three titles, with success forcing each to tolerate the other. Jackson gave his players homework, books and motivational pamphlets, treating each player like athletic clay for the Zen Master to mold into his masterpiece.
Jackson was much like Joe Torre – the avuncular graybeard who played the game when the pay was less and the play was harder – finding common ground with men half his age. Players often referred to both in paternal tones. The Core Four constantly and fondly coined Torre a second father, and Kobe clearly gushed with nostalgia when pondering Jackson's influence, saying he “grew up” under Jackson and learned almost as much off the court from him as on the hardwood.
Though Jackson clearly understood the game and the craft he learned from Red Holzman, another Red, Auerbach, took umbrage with Jackson's hold on the mythical title as most successful coach in NBA history.
We can argue all day about whom was better between the two, but the answer is eternally subjective and incidental. I've cringed at pundits placing Jackson ahead of Lombardi and Wooden. We have an improper impulse to make the latest the greatest. Lenny Kravitz is somehow better than Jimi Hendrix and Britney Spears is better than Billie Holiday.
Now the speculation will spout about the chances that he'll coach his original team, the Knicks, where he learned to play and coach under the other Red.
In a sense, Jackson is perfect for the Knicks, from his ancestry to the team's current pedigree. No doubt he can make Amar'e Stoudemire and Carmelo Anthony better together and separately, though neither is nearly as good as the quartet Jackson rode to 11 titles. But would Jackson tolerate James Dolan, who still may lean on Isiah Thomas? Would Dolan let Donnie Walsh go if Jackson demanded it?
The bet here is that Jackson will fish the banks of Fairbanks or some mountainous valley where rivers and streams are right for some stream of consciousness diary that is sure to follow, before he follows the only scent he knows – sweat, leather, and hardwood. He will either return or come very close, and it will be interesting, as things always are around the Zen Master.
Clearly fatigued, beleaguered, and beaten, Jackson said he was glad that the season was over, and his team played like it. One thing you can say about Jackson's Lakers is that they knew how to win and really knew how to lose – by 39 to the Celtics in the 2008 NBA Finals, and then by 36 on Sunday to Dallas.
So much of the scene was incongruous. Not just losing to Dallas, but losing four straight to a team renowned for choking. And the serene mien with which he handled his teams was shattered by the callous, if not criminal, assaults by Andrew Bynum and Lamar Odom on defenseless Dallas Mavericks. Not to mention David Stern's parting gift – a $35,000 fine on Phil for questioning refs.
As with any man of Jackson's success, we rush to wrap him in adjectives, to find the phrase that defines him. With a .704 winning percentage and 11 championships as a coach (and two more as a player), Jackson retires with more bling than Mr. T. Or does he?
It is perilous to pen any coach's epitaph, particularly one as competitive as Jackson. Retirement is most pliable term for the lifer, from Bobby Bowden to Joe Paterno to Jim Calhoun, men who don't need the cash but love the cachet that comes with championships.
Little about Jackson is normal, like his long, bony frame contorted and folded on those padded sideline chairs while he meditated on his team's spiritual woes. He built a reputation as something of a basketball mystic, like a scene out of Robert Redford's classic, “A River Runs Through It,” the son of a minister, roaming the mountains of the great Northwest, searching for justice, peace, truth and triangle offenses.
Often taller than his players and always towering over the media members prodding him, he literally and figuratively looked down upon the world, often surly and snobbish. It is the luxury of winning, which he did often, and there was no doubting his presence or prescience. But no matter your take on his thorny persona, it's hard to bash him when you have to snake your way through 11 Larry O'Brien trophies to reach him.
It's unfair to say he's best ever when he never won without Michael, Scottie, Shaq, or Kobe in their prime. But it's equally unfair to say he took the backdoor to brilliance. The aforementioned legends had no rings before Jackson arrived, and that's not a coincidence.
Two generations of New Yorkers have two starkly different takes on Jackson. My father's generation saw him help the Knicks win two titles. My generation saw him torment the Knicks, with more than a little help from Mr. Jordan, for nearly a decade.
For all the rings and triangles and other sporting geometry, Jackson's greatest gift was acting as a buffer between a superstar and his own ego. A coach wears myriad hats, few of which involve actual coaching, at least in the conventional sense of offense and defense.
In an age of coddled stars with agents, cell phones, and sneaker deals, whose “feelings” are now more important than field goal percentage, a coach is equal parts strategist, satirist, and salesman. Magic Johnson made the NBA a player's league when he got Paul Westhead fired in 1980, cracking the coaching door open for Pat Riley.
Since then, the Bob Knight way of scolding and scalding players gave way to a Tony Robbins refrain of positive reinforcement. Though their age and wage said otherwise, it seemed that players became more childlike as the game became more plodding and predictable, an amalgam of pampered personalities and a series of pick-and-rolls. Jackson kept the ball and his teams moving past everyone, to 70-win seasons and three “threepeats” while falling just short of a fourth.
Jackson took over the NBA after Magic and Bird saved the league from extinction, infusing basketball with far more “we” than “me,” and extended that narrative by selling Jordan on the virtues of trust and flow. Jordan, the greatest ever to play Dr. Naismith's game, came to Jackson's way of thinking after shouldering the entire Chicago load for years and realizing that dropping 50 a game made for great Spike Lee ads but always led to losing to Bird and Isiah when it mattered.
Six rings and a sabbatical later, Jackson assuaged Shaq and Kobe long enough to win three titles, with success forcing each to tolerate the other. Jackson gave his players homework, books and motivational pamphlets, treating each player like athletic clay for the Zen Master to mold into his masterpiece.
Jackson was much like Joe Torre – the avuncular graybeard who played the game when the pay was less and the play was harder – finding common ground with men half his age. Players often referred to both in paternal tones. The Core Four constantly and fondly coined Torre a second father, and Kobe clearly gushed with nostalgia when pondering Jackson's influence, saying he “grew up” under Jackson and learned almost as much off the court from him as on the hardwood.
Though Jackson clearly understood the game and the craft he learned from Red Holzman, another Red, Auerbach, took umbrage with Jackson's hold on the mythical title as most successful coach in NBA history.
We can argue all day about whom was better between the two, but the answer is eternally subjective and incidental. I've cringed at pundits placing Jackson ahead of Lombardi and Wooden. We have an improper impulse to make the latest the greatest. Lenny Kravitz is somehow better than Jimi Hendrix and Britney Spears is better than Billie Holiday.
Now the speculation will spout about the chances that he'll coach his original team, the Knicks, where he learned to play and coach under the other Red.
In a sense, Jackson is perfect for the Knicks, from his ancestry to the team's current pedigree. No doubt he can make Amar'e Stoudemire and Carmelo Anthony better together and separately, though neither is nearly as good as the quartet Jackson rode to 11 titles. But would Jackson tolerate James Dolan, who still may lean on Isiah Thomas? Would Dolan let Donnie Walsh go if Jackson demanded it?
The bet here is that Jackson will fish the banks of Fairbanks or some mountainous valley where rivers and streams are right for some stream of consciousness diary that is sure to follow, before he follows the only scent he knows – sweat, leather, and hardwood. He will either return or come very close, and it will be interesting, as things always are around the Zen Master.
2011年5月9日星期一
Kobe Bryant named to NBA's all-defensive first team for ninth time
In an honor that NBA coaches must mostly determine by reputation, Lakers guard Kobe Bryant made a league-tying ninth appearance on the NBA's all-defensive first team list.
That total puts Bryant in a four-way tie with Kevin Garnett, Michael Jordan and Gary Payton for the most All-Defensive First team honors in NBA history, but even the most vocal Bryant supporters admit that he's mostly avoided playing defense this season out of injury and energy-level concerns. There's no doubt Bryant was once a great defender, has a strong defensive awareness and helps with pointing out where teammates need to rotate, but his responsibility playing the centerfield position hardly warrants him having stronger consideration than even some of his teammates.
Lakers center Andrew Bynum took a large ownership of the team's defensive scheme that emphasized funneling drivers to the lane, averaged two blocks a game and intimidated players with his length and size, a huge reason why the Lakers went 17-1 after the All-Star break. Though the effort came with varying degrees of consistency, Lakers forward Ron Artest was often counted on to shut down the opposing teams' top player and closing out perimeter shooters, a quality that gave the Lakers a huge advantage when Artest lived up to that billing.
That doesn't necessarily mean Bynum and Artest should appear on the NBA's all-defensive first team in place of Orlando's Dwight Howard, Miami's LeBron James, Boston's Rajon Rondo, or Boston's Kevin Garnett or on the second team in front of Memphis' Tony Allen, New Orleans' Chris Paul, Dallas' Tyson Chandler, Philadelphia's Andre Iguodala, or Chicago's Joakim Noah. But there's no question that Bynum and Artest played a larger role in the Lakers' defense than Bryant. This isn't necessarily a knock on Kobe. His role was to score and he played tremendous defense when he needed to, such as when he primarily guarded Paul in Game 2 of the Lakers-Hornets first-round series. But he's hardly the defensive stalwart he once was, even if the awards suggest otherwise.
That total puts Bryant in a four-way tie with Kevin Garnett, Michael Jordan and Gary Payton for the most All-Defensive First team honors in NBA history, but even the most vocal Bryant supporters admit that he's mostly avoided playing defense this season out of injury and energy-level concerns. There's no doubt Bryant was once a great defender, has a strong defensive awareness and helps with pointing out where teammates need to rotate, but his responsibility playing the centerfield position hardly warrants him having stronger consideration than even some of his teammates.
Lakers center Andrew Bynum took a large ownership of the team's defensive scheme that emphasized funneling drivers to the lane, averaged two blocks a game and intimidated players with his length and size, a huge reason why the Lakers went 17-1 after the All-Star break. Though the effort came with varying degrees of consistency, Lakers forward Ron Artest was often counted on to shut down the opposing teams' top player and closing out perimeter shooters, a quality that gave the Lakers a huge advantage when Artest lived up to that billing.
That doesn't necessarily mean Bynum and Artest should appear on the NBA's all-defensive first team in place of Orlando's Dwight Howard, Miami's LeBron James, Boston's Rajon Rondo, or Boston's Kevin Garnett or on the second team in front of Memphis' Tony Allen, New Orleans' Chris Paul, Dallas' Tyson Chandler, Philadelphia's Andre Iguodala, or Chicago's Joakim Noah. But there's no question that Bynum and Artest played a larger role in the Lakers' defense than Bryant. This isn't necessarily a knock on Kobe. His role was to score and he played tremendous defense when he needed to, such as when he primarily guarded Paul in Game 2 of the Lakers-Hornets first-round series. But he's hardly the defensive stalwart he once was, even if the awards suggest otherwise.
2011年5月5日星期四
Rose's legacy will be defined by Bulls' success
Derrick Rose has always borne the burden of individual greatness. First overall pick in 2008? Son, you better be great. And he was. And is. His greatness was notarized this week when he became the youngest MVP in NBA history.
And now, the bad news.
Rose has moved beyond other young superstars in the league, players like Kevin Durant, Chris Paul and even Carmelo Anthony. For them, the pursuit of individual greatness remains something to be praised. Not for Rose. Not anymore. For him, as the 29th member of the NBA's exclusive MVP club, he now bears the burden of something even greater.
The Bulls have to win an NBA title, or Rose will be greatness stained. That will be his legacy: Great player, but ...
Look at me here, doing it already. Here's an MVP trophy for you, Derrick Rose. Congratulations. But what have you done for us lately?
Great player, but ...
It's different for an MVP. Once a player wins that award, everything becomes all about him -- whether he likes it or not. Some guys like it. Tim Duncan never did, but Kobe Bryant liked it and LeBron James craved it more than most of us realized. Derrick Rose is a different breed of cat. He's a humble superstar, a giant talent without the giant ego, but from this point on it will be all about Rose. When his team wins, it will be about what Rose did to make it happen. When his team loses, it will be about what he didn't do.
That's the way of the world, and it started Monday night, hours after the news began to circulate that Rose would soon be named, officially, MVP. That night the Bulls lost to Atlanta in Game 1 of the Eastern Conference semifinals despite 24 points, 10 assists and just three turnovers from Rose. On the surface, that's a hell of a game for a point guard. But because Rose was about to be named MVP, his game wasn't analyzed on the surface. People were going to dig deeper and point out that he needed 27 shots to get those 24 points, and that he didn't get to the free-throw line once. And what kind of MVP doesn't get to the foul line even once?
That is Rose's reality today. Tomorrow? Tomorrow he will be judged by the number of championships he wins in Chicago. That is how Michael Jordan came to be considered the greatest player of all time, not by winning all those scoring titles or MVP trophies but by winning those six championship rings. Same for Shaquille O'Neal, David Robinson and Tim Duncan. Larry and Magic. Kareem and Hakeem. Great players. MVP's. Champions.
To be an MVP and not win an NBA title, though, is to be like two-time MVP's Karl Malone and Steve Nash, and one-time winners Allen Iverson (2001) and Charles Barkley (1993).
Great players, but ...
That was the legacy of 2004 MVP Kevin Garnett until he finally won an NBA title in 2008, at age 32, after joining the loaded Celtics. It'll be the legacy of 2007 MVP Dirk Nowitzki unless the Mavericks break through sooner or later. And since he turns 33 in June, they better do it sooner.
It is threatening to become LeBron James' legacy, although he still has time -- and he stacked the deck by leaving Cleveland last year in search of better teammates. James knows the game, so he tried to game the system by teaming up with elite free agents Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh in Miami. Time will tell if it works, and even then more time will be required for the final verdict on James' scheme. MVP and champion, yes. But what about that move to Miami? Icky or understandable?
We'll see. That's a story for another day. Today the story is Derrick Rose and the pressure on him not just to be great, but to lead his team to greatness. He has time, of course, but time flies. Until Rose came along, Wes Unseld had been the youngest MVP, winning the 1969 award at age 23. Nine years later, at age 32, he won his first (and only) NBA title. Wilt Chamberlain also was MVP at 23, but not a champion until he was 30.
Now the countdown begins for Rose. Already he is great individually, of course. We didn't need the MVP trophy he won Tuesday to confirm that. This year Rose became one of a handful players with a season of 2,000 points, 600 assists and 300 rebounds, and to average 25 points, 7.5 assists and four rebounds. Only four other players are on both lists: Jordan, Bird, Oscar Robertson and LeBron James.
Four great players. But only three immortal, untouchable legacies.
LeBron James is thrashing about, trying to get his legacy just right.
Now the burden falls on Derrick Rose.
And now, the bad news.
Rose has moved beyond other young superstars in the league, players like Kevin Durant, Chris Paul and even Carmelo Anthony. For them, the pursuit of individual greatness remains something to be praised. Not for Rose. Not anymore. For him, as the 29th member of the NBA's exclusive MVP club, he now bears the burden of something even greater.
The Bulls have to win an NBA title, or Rose will be greatness stained. That will be his legacy: Great player, but ...
Look at me here, doing it already. Here's an MVP trophy for you, Derrick Rose. Congratulations. But what have you done for us lately?
Great player, but ...
It's different for an MVP. Once a player wins that award, everything becomes all about him -- whether he likes it or not. Some guys like it. Tim Duncan never did, but Kobe Bryant liked it and LeBron James craved it more than most of us realized. Derrick Rose is a different breed of cat. He's a humble superstar, a giant talent without the giant ego, but from this point on it will be all about Rose. When his team wins, it will be about what Rose did to make it happen. When his team loses, it will be about what he didn't do.
That's the way of the world, and it started Monday night, hours after the news began to circulate that Rose would soon be named, officially, MVP. That night the Bulls lost to Atlanta in Game 1 of the Eastern Conference semifinals despite 24 points, 10 assists and just three turnovers from Rose. On the surface, that's a hell of a game for a point guard. But because Rose was about to be named MVP, his game wasn't analyzed on the surface. People were going to dig deeper and point out that he needed 27 shots to get those 24 points, and that he didn't get to the free-throw line once. And what kind of MVP doesn't get to the foul line even once?
That is Rose's reality today. Tomorrow? Tomorrow he will be judged by the number of championships he wins in Chicago. That is how Michael Jordan came to be considered the greatest player of all time, not by winning all those scoring titles or MVP trophies but by winning those six championship rings. Same for Shaquille O'Neal, David Robinson and Tim Duncan. Larry and Magic. Kareem and Hakeem. Great players. MVP's. Champions.
To be an MVP and not win an NBA title, though, is to be like two-time MVP's Karl Malone and Steve Nash, and one-time winners Allen Iverson (2001) and Charles Barkley (1993).
Great players, but ...
That was the legacy of 2004 MVP Kevin Garnett until he finally won an NBA title in 2008, at age 32, after joining the loaded Celtics. It'll be the legacy of 2007 MVP Dirk Nowitzki unless the Mavericks break through sooner or later. And since he turns 33 in June, they better do it sooner.
It is threatening to become LeBron James' legacy, although he still has time -- and he stacked the deck by leaving Cleveland last year in search of better teammates. James knows the game, so he tried to game the system by teaming up with elite free agents Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh in Miami. Time will tell if it works, and even then more time will be required for the final verdict on James' scheme. MVP and champion, yes. But what about that move to Miami? Icky or understandable?
We'll see. That's a story for another day. Today the story is Derrick Rose and the pressure on him not just to be great, but to lead his team to greatness. He has time, of course, but time flies. Until Rose came along, Wes Unseld had been the youngest MVP, winning the 1969 award at age 23. Nine years later, at age 32, he won his first (and only) NBA title. Wilt Chamberlain also was MVP at 23, but not a champion until he was 30.
Now the countdown begins for Rose. Already he is great individually, of course. We didn't need the MVP trophy he won Tuesday to confirm that. This year Rose became one of a handful players with a season of 2,000 points, 600 assists and 300 rebounds, and to average 25 points, 7.5 assists and four rebounds. Only four other players are on both lists: Jordan, Bird, Oscar Robertson and LeBron James.
Four great players. But only three immortal, untouchable legacies.
LeBron James is thrashing about, trying to get his legacy just right.
Now the burden falls on Derrick Rose.
2011年5月3日星期二
Hot Chicks Need To Stop Pandering To Nerds!
Since the creation of The Flickcast, there has rarely been a time or topic that I've felt strongly enough about to write an editorial rant, until now. There is a new fad swooping through the brains of up and coming actresses who feel like they need to close in on a wide and constantly sought after demographic. I'm talking, of course, about the close group of people across the globe who can be referred to as “nerds.”
Back in the day (and by “the day” I mean when Lord of The Rings were just books that nobody talked about and the closest thing we had to a superhero movie was Christopher Reeve wearing guyliner and blue tights) the concept of a “nerd” was someone with awkward social skills who took solace in the worlds of science fiction or fantasy.
Today, the line has obviously been blurred between what's considered “cool” and what's considered “nerdy.” Some of the biggest movies of the year are one's involving Orcs or robots from space. That's all fine and dandy, but enjoying these things isn't what makes you a “nerd.”
Since the explosion of Felicia Day, who's best known for her work with Joss Whedon on Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog or on her own series, The Guild (a webseries about the social misadventures of real gamers), there have been hundreds of copycats hoping to rake in some of that sweet nerdy celebrity. And given how much money the video game and comic book industries are now making, it's ripe for the picking.
One name that obviously floats to the top is Olivia Munn. Former host of Attack of the Show, who threw on a Princess Leia slave outfit a few times at San Diego Comic-Con and became an overnight geek goddess to lonely guys (and a few gals) across the world. Realistically, if you were to sit Munn down and ask her any question that a pale-faced, over or underweight fan would consider child's play, she'd be as clueless as ever.
Back in the day (and by “the day” I mean when Lord of The Rings were just books that nobody talked about and the closest thing we had to a superhero movie was Christopher Reeve wearing guyliner and blue tights) the concept of a “nerd” was someone with awkward social skills who took solace in the worlds of science fiction or fantasy.
Today, the line has obviously been blurred between what's considered “cool” and what's considered “nerdy.” Some of the biggest movies of the year are one's involving Orcs or robots from space. That's all fine and dandy, but enjoying these things isn't what makes you a “nerd.”
Since the explosion of Felicia Day, who's best known for her work with Joss Whedon on Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog or on her own series, The Guild (a webseries about the social misadventures of real gamers), there have been hundreds of copycats hoping to rake in some of that sweet nerdy celebrity. And given how much money the video game and comic book industries are now making, it's ripe for the picking.
One name that obviously floats to the top is Olivia Munn. Former host of Attack of the Show, who threw on a Princess Leia slave outfit a few times at San Diego Comic-Con and became an overnight geek goddess to lonely guys (and a few gals) across the world. Realistically, if you were to sit Munn down and ask her any question that a pale-faced, over or underweight fan would consider child's play, she'd be as clueless as ever.
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