The Sports Chameleon

Somethings are meant to be.  Two weeks ago, I had no intention of being in Chicago last week.  But when all of my siblings contacted me independently to ask that I join their Easter gathering in Chicago, it was hard to say no.  My 2.5 day trip involved a plane ride, an 'L' ride, and a Megabus ride.  While in Chicago, a friend unexpectedly called us up to say he had come across 4 free tickets to the Bulls playoff game.  We accepted, and learned that they happened to be at center court, in the eleventh row.  That same day, my brother-in-laws Joakim Noah jersey arrived just in time for me to wear to the game...coincidence?...yep.  I got to watch the Chicago Bulls clinch their first round series against the Pacers in convincing fashion with my twin brother and two of my best friends, in Governor Ryan's old seats, just a few rows behind Rahm Emanuel and Jesse Jackson.  The experience quickly vaulted to the top of the list of my favorite live sporting events.

A funny thing happened in the third quarter, as things got a little close.  I was clearly going to root for the Bulls in this game, being the home team and the favorite team of the friends I was with, but in the third quarter, I really started rooting for them.  I yelled at the officials for continuing to enable Tyler Hansbrough's one discernible skill-pretending to get fouled.  I waved my towel and roared with the crowd as Derrick Rose did his best Derrick Rose impersonation (that is to say, I've never seen anyone like him).  And then a thought occurred to me.  In two weeks, should these Bulls meet the Celtics in the conference finals, I will root against this same team with the same passion I rooted for them.  What does this mean?  I will extol Glen Davis for doing Tyler Hansbrough-like things.  I will argue that Rondo is the superior point guard, not Derrick Rose.  Is something wrong with me?

In the midst of my confusion, I figured out the answer to the question I've been wrestling with since my move to Minnesota.  What kind of fan am I?  The answer:  I am a sports chameleon.

My normal color?  Red Sox/Bills/Celtics/Huskers/Huskies.  Change my environment and you might see a totally different color, the occasional Vikings purple or Bulls red, and a whole lot of Timberwolves blue.  And I am ok with this.  Sports fans come in all types.

1. The Loyalist-Other teams don't exist.  Would never choose another team to play with in a video game even if that means playing Madden with Ryan Fitzpatrick as your quarterback.
Would say things like: "I love the A's way too much to ever wear a Pirates hat, I mean what if they meet in the World Series someday."

2.   The Localist-Only cares about the teams in his/her city.  Constant exposure either leads to extreme pessimism or delusional optimism.
Would say things like: "Jay Cutler is the worst quarterback in the history of the NFL, the Bears have no shot with him."
or, "I like Jay Cutler, he may not be perfect, but at least he gives us a shot."

3.  The Elitist-only loyal to talent and success.  Yankee hat, Kobe jersey, Lebron shoes.
Would say things like: "I've been a Heat fan since 2010."

4.  The A-Gamer-Cares about sports, but has little use for the regular season, particularly when the team stinks.
Would say things like: "I don't listen to bad music, or go to bad movies, why should I watch bad sports."

5.  The Sportscenter Anchor-Doesn't care about the teams, just wants the best story.  No cheering in the press box.
Would say things like: "I can't wait for another Celtics-Lakers matchup, Shaq going for ring number 5 to keep Kobe from ring number 6."

6.  The Fairweather Fan- Like an A-List fan, except without any real knowledge of sports.
Would say things like: "The Vikings are doing so great this year, I love Brent Favre."

7.  The Specialist-  A loyalist, but really only cares about one team.
Would say thing like:  "The Huskers third string long-snapper looked great in the spring game."

8.  The Warlock- Really only cares about fantasy sports.
Would say things like: "I hope the Colts win, but I wouldn't mind if Matt Schaub put up some big numbers."

9.  The Glutton For Punishment
Would say things like: "Go Cubs Go"

10.  The Sports Chameleon.  This is where I fit in, something of a hybrid of all of the above.  I care deeply about my teams, but don't hate all other teams.  I know less about my teams than a loyalist or a specialist, but have enough general knowledge about their teams to have reasoned conversations with them.  I appreciate elite talent, but resent those who easily hop from team to team.  I get caught up in the moment the way an a-gamer or fairweather fan does, it's just that that I also care about the Timberwolves-Warriors mid-February matchup.  I love fantasy sports for the way it connects me to my friends and more obscure teams.  And I know a thing or two about punishment as a Bills fan.

This week I was all red, waving the towel, sporting the Noah jersey, and having the time of my life.  In a couple weeks I'll be all green and saying things like this, "Joakim Noah? Never liked that guy, dirty player" as I wear my Celtics hat with KG's number on it.  It may strike you as inauthentic, but it allows me to enjoy sports in any and every circumstance, while always knowing my true colors.

Staring at Dry Grass

When I traveled to South Africa nearly eight years ago, we went on safari.  Our bus stopped by the side of the road as we approached some animals on one side of the bus.  Almost everyone in our group moved to that side of the bus to take pictures.  I remember jokingly moving to the other side of the bus and taking a picture of the African savannah, minus the animals, and saying, "Everyone has that picture, I'm the only one who has this picture." And that about sums up my experience my year as a Timberwolves season-ticket holder.  It might not have been the prettiest or the most exciting team to follow all season, but I saw something very few others saw.

Today's sports culture allows us to be as good as season ticket holders for the best, most popular, or most interesting teams.  Any average basketball fan can have a reasonably informed conversation about the up and downs of the Heat, the Lakers, the Celtics, and the Knicks.  When it comes to the Wolves, I have an expertise that is singular.  Everyone else has been staring at elephants, lions, and hyenas, I've been looking at dry grass. 

I realize this analogy makes it seem as though I've had a bad experience, but on the contrary, it has been the best sports experience of my life.  Dry grass in South Africa is still more compelling than the dry grass that I grew up with in Nebraska.  And watching a professional basketball team over the course of a season, albeit a struggling one, is far more compelling than only watching the best teams on an occasional Sunday afternoon.  I got to know the players, the coaches, the team, the arena, the fans, and downtown Minneapolis.  So if you'll indulge me, I invite you to come enjoy the view from the other side of the bus.  My take on the 2010/11 Timberwolves season.

Overview

The season was basically a play in three acts.

Act 1: Exceeding Expectations

The beginning of the season couldn't have been any better.  Almost every home game was exciting and close.  The Knicks came to town for their fourth home game of the season, and I witnessed the most exciting live sporting event of my life.  What looked like an easy win for the Knicks, became a 21 point comeback victory for the Wolves.  Somewhere in the third quarter the jumbotron displayed Kevin Love's stats, and we realized we were possibly witnessing history.  He ended up with 31 points and 31 rebounds.  Michael Beasley scored 35.  The Wolves led Sportscenter that night.  They took off on a run of games where they played teams tough, and close, but almost always lost in the end.  However this string of games was more exciting than anything I expected going in.  I could have ended the season in December and felt like my tickets were a worthwhile investment.  Unfortunately, that Knicks win has been the signature win for the whole season.  That was 5 months and 80" of snow ago.  Fortunately we had something else to distract us from the piling losses...

Act II:  Kevin Love is Streaking

If you had told me before the season that the Timberwolves would have an All-Star this year, I would have  said you're crazy.  Even if someone put up the numbers to be an All-Star, certainly the lack of wins would prevent him from being an All-Star.  But no one in years had put up numbers like Kevin Love.  He added his name to lists that included names like Chamberlain, Malone, O'Neal, etc.  So the Timberwolves had their first All-Star since Kevin Garnett left.  He had at least 10 points and 10 rebounds in every game for 52 straight games, a modern record.  The streak itself became a little tacky, but at least it gave us some consolation and the season was slipping away.  The ovations he would receive when he reached those double-doubles was often embarrassing given that the Wolves were on their way to another loss, but he is not to be blamed for it.  As Kevin Love said all season, "Rebounding is not a selfish stat."  And the Wolves don't even run plays for the guy on offense.  Offensive rebounds, wide open threes off of screens, and using his savvy to get to the free throw line account for most of his points.  In the close games he has a knack for coming up with the right play at the right time: a steal, a block, drawing a foul, a three.  This is a guy who clearing hates losing, and I can't wait for him to play on a winning team.  Watching Kevin Love play basketball is worth the price of admission.

Act III: Buy Pepperoni, Get Tickets

Losing adds up.  I don't blame the Wolves, it's a long season, but there is a lack of motivation that is clearly evident.  I seriously thought I was going to fall asleep during a game against Sacramento on Sunday We're all just trying to make it to the end of the season, the marketing department included.


Observations
Kahn Deserves Some Credit
GM David Kahn has been criticized for many, if not most, of his decisions, but he has made this into a more exciting, watchable team with assets.  The Wolves have young talent, cap space, draft picks, and Ricky Rubio on the way (or as trade bait).  However, it is clear that the parts don't fit.  What he now does with these assets is the true test.

Keepers
I've already sung Kevin Love's praises.  If there is one other guy I feel like is worth building around it's Wesley Johnson.  His stats are not eye-popping, but he can do a lot of things on the court.  He seems intent on improvement (almost strictly a jump shooter at the beginning of the season, he has clearly made a conscious attempt to drive more).  He has the tools to be a good defender (the most glaring weakness of the Wolves).  He has a really nice smile.  Some people thought Demarcus Cousins should be the Wolves' pick (myself included).  I watched Cousins on Sunday, he was ejected in the third quarter, and seemed to think he was a point guard.  I know it's a small sample size, but I think the Wolves made the right picks.

Guys I would prefer to see succeed elsewhere
The thing about being a season-ticket holder, is you really do start to care for the players.
Darko Milicic has found a place to belong for the first time in his career, and that makes me happy, but it's tough to watch him fade in and out of games.  He is tall, he is a gifted passer, he is a gifted shot-blocker, but I don't know if I've ever seen an NBA player want it less.
Johnny Flynn is lightning quick, but he is too short to do anything once he gets to the rim.  Also, I think he leads the league in passes to nobody.
Kurt Rambis.  Kathy really doesn't like Coach Rambis.  She thinks he sits his best players for too long.  I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I'm starting to think, at the very least, this is a bad fit for him.  He seems too intent on teaching lessons, too intent on running an offense that doesn't fit the personnel, too intent on being Phil Jackson, something just isn't right.

Visiting Players that Impressed Me
Manu Ginobili- Gets wherever he wants on the court.  Makes jumpers.  Moves differently than anyone else on the basketball court.  Just really fun to watch.
Kevin Durant-Totally calm and in control.  Can get his shot off from anywhere at anytime.  I almost saw the Wolves beat them in OT in the second best game I saw all year (after the Knicks game), but Durant simply wouldn't let it happen.
Kobe Bryant-Obviously.  But what is interesting is how inefficient he is.  It's like he spends the first couple quarters trying impossible shots to see how hot he is.  Both times I saw him, he didn't have it going early, and the game was closer than expected.  But when he got down to it in the second half, he was absolutely unstoppable.
Dorell Wright-Not really, but for some reason he made just about every three he took against the Wolves.  Guarding the three point line was one of the Wolves biggest weaknesses this year.

A Quick Look Inside the Target Center

• The only Timberwolves banner in the building celebrates their 2003-2004 Midwest Division Championship.  The one next to it celebrate Minneapolis Lakers hall of famers.  Yikes.
• Instead of screaming during an opponents free throw, we howl.
• When Darko makes a basket, the PA announcer, says "Darko!" kind of the way you do when you are saying "Marco" in the game Marco Polo.  This leads to a confusing reaction from fans, where some say, "Polo" some just repeat "Darko" and most say nothing.
• When Nikola Pekovic makes a basket they play the theme music from "The Godfather" and show a graphic of him looking a little like Marlon Brando on a movie poster.

Why I'm renewing my tickets for next season
It snowed a lot this winter in Minneapolis, but spring and summer in a city with so many trees, lakes, and trails makes it all worth it.  I have always lived in places that have real seasons, so I've convinced myself that it builds character.  I find myself feeling bad for people who live in Los Angeles, who think life is only 70 degrees and sunny with a good chance of championship basketball teams.  Negative 10 degrees and 20 wins builds character, and I want to be there when spring comes.  Of course I convinced myself that spring came during a nice thaw last week only to have several more inches of snow dumped on us today, so I am fully prepared for another tough winter with the Wolves next year.

Ramona and Beezus, and Kendrick Perkins

There have been some big stories in the NBA this year.  Lebron and Bosh join Wade in Miami.  Carmelo forces his way to New York.  Utah trades Deron Williams to New Jersey to avoid having him force his way out next year.  And to hear most people talk about it, the NBA is doomed because of this.  We can't put up with a league where stars pick where they get to play.  It's all too selfish, too contrived, and leaves middle America feeling like a basketball farm system.  Something needs to change.  Or so they say.

Well, to me, the biggest story of the season is that Kendrick Perkins was traded from my beloved Boston Celtics to the Oklahoma City Thunder and cried about it.  I know that's a little like saying "Ramona and Beezus" was a more powerful movie than "The King's Speech"...which...well actually...funny you should mention it...

I watched these two movies about a week apart from one another.  I saw "The King's Speech" first.  I was moved, not quite to tears, but I was moved.  I thought it was one of the finest movies I had ever seen.  So you can imagine my confusion when I found myself sobbing by the end of "Ramona and Beezus" a week later.  It was not the finest movie I had ever seen, but it was the first that ever made me cry.

Just a couple of days before watching "The King's Speech", a fellow pastor's kid and I (we are now both pastors) were sitting at a table with our dads.  We were talking about how difficult it was for us to move at age twelve.  His story involved sincerely invoking the words, "My God, why hast thou forsaken me."  Mine involved lying in bed as my dad shared the news with my older brother, thinking that I was asleep.  I was not ready to leave Connecticut for Nebraska.  I cried all night.

These feelings were fresh in my mind, when I sat down to watch "Ramona and Beezus" with Kathy one week later.  So when Ramona was struggling with the idea of moving from the only house she ever knew; I was right there with her.  And I cried like a baby.  My eyes didn't just get a little moist like they do when they "move that bus" on Extreme Makeover Home Edition.  I bawled.

Moving is hard.

Kendrick Perkins cried because he left the only basketball city he had known.  A place where he was a key player on a championship team.  A place where he had become best friends with Rajon Rondo.  A place where he felt like he belonged.  And without his consent, he was sent away.  Kendrick Perkins, he of the prominent shoulders, needed a shoulder to cry on.

Kendrick's story is the biggest of the season, because it gives us perspective.  It reminds us that:

1.  Most players don't actually make their own decisions about where they'll play.  Not even very good players like Perkins.  Most players' fate rely on the decisions of billionaires and executives.  So maybe we should be slower to judge the ones who are good enough to make their own decisions, even if we disagree.  The NBA essentially has a system in which a team has 7 year's to build a competitive team around a young player.  The financial incentive to stay means that most star players spend at least their first 5-7 years in one place.  We expect too much if we think they should have any obligation to stay longer than that.  And with talents like Lebron, or Carmelo, or Deron, if you can't put championship pieces around them in seven years, it's actually better for them, and for the league to give them all a fresh start.

2.  One of the teams that has the best chance to win over the next 10 years is in a tiny market in middle America.  The OKC team to which Perkins was traded, is young, talented, and seems committed to stick together.  So maybe basketball in small markets is not dead.  And maybe not all star players (see: Kevin Durant) are wired the same way, which leads me my final point...

3.  Basketball players are human beings.  Muscles, money, and expectations do not make athletes any less or any more human.  When we put athletes on pedestals we give them superhuman qualities.  When we reduce them to trading cards, we strip them of that humanity all together.  We forget that they are human.  We forget that they have emotions, weaknesses, and goals separate from our own. 

I loved "The King's Speech" because it emphasizes what we all have in common as humans.  We all have weaknesses, and we all have a purpose.  We may have different roles, but no one role is any more or less important than any other.  A king may need a speech therapist to look him in the eye, call him by his nickname, and have the gall to see him as an equal.  And because of this speech therapist, the king could perform his kingly duty when the world needed it most.  In order for this spectacular moment to happen, they had to reach some common ground.

Kendrick and I have common ground.  We both moved.  We both cried.  If I met him, I might not be able to look him in the eye (he's really tall), but I would hope we could sit down and watch "Ramona and Beezus" and talk about how hard it is to move.  But most of all, I hope that he'll someday be able to say, like I do now, that moving was one of the best things that ever happened to him.

Blogger's Block

A little less than a year ago, I began this little sports blog.  I did it because I love sports.  I did it because I love writing.  I did it because I loved the interaction with those who chose to read.  I committed in my head to post as close to weekly as possible.  But for the last 4 months, "The B League" has been dormant, and there is only one source of blame:  the 2011 Minnesota Vikings.

The 2010 Vikings inspired my first blog, as I tried to figure out if I was morphing from a Bills fan to a Vikings fan.  The 2011 Vikings made it abundantly clear that I would sooner morph into a Power Ranger.  The 2011 Vikings wasted so much ink and cyberspace for things so distant from the football field, that it became comical.  It was as though someone early on knew that they would stink, so they scripted each week to make sure they could still maintain fan interest.  Brett Favre's personal life, Randy Moss comes, Randy Moss goes, Favre's injuries, Favre's streak, Favre's Wranglers.  And then the roof collapsed.  We couldn't look away.  Lloyd Christmas sums up the 2011 Vikings season best,

All of this made it impossible for me to blog about them.  Everyone had written it already.  It had far too little to do with sports.  The 2011 Vikings were unwatchable, but I couldn't stop watching them.  And after each game, I had nothing to say.

And all of this is why I find myself strangely drawn to this year's Super Bowl matchup.  As the clock wound down in the AFC Championship game, I rolled my eyes and thought, "Great, a whole week about hearing the word 'organization'". 
"What a great job by the Packers' organization." 
"You have to credit the whole Steelers' organization."

 I rolled my eyes because I usually find this kind of talk nauseating.  It usually seems like an attempt to mystify sports; as though championships had less to do with players' performance than a team's mystique; as though Vince Lombardi has anything to do with the 2011 Packers, or Chuck Noll has anything to do with the 2011 Steelers.  But I can't roll my eyes anymore, because in the 2011 Vikings I witnessed the opposite of an organization.  What a great job by the Vikings' disorganization.  You have to credit the whole Vikings' disorganization.  They could use a little mystique right now.

I have every reason to despise next week's Super Bowl matchup.  Both teams fit many prerequisites of teams I would normally root against. 

1.  A history of championships.  When my team is eliminated from contention, I usually find myself rooting for a team to break out of their championship drought, like last year's Saints.  The Packers and Steelers have both won multiple Super Bowls.

2.  A rivalry with a team I like.  I am a Bills fan, but I have spent the past 10.5 years in Minneapolis and Chicago.  Though I can't decided who I prefer between the Vikings and Bears, I have been well-conditioned to dislike the Packers.


3.  Unlikable players.  It is really hard to root for Ben Roethlisberger.  Enough said.

But this is where the organization becomes these teams saving grace.  Let's look at that list again.

1.  A history of championships.  It's hard to begrudge a team for winning consistently.  When I think  about it, I prefer champions with some history, longevity and continuity.  I like to see new teams win now and then, but then I want to see them prove they are not a flash in the pan.  The Packers and Steelers are consistently contenders, not just year after year, but generation after generation.


2.  A rivalry with a team a like.   Sometimes you need reminders of what a real football team looks like.  A team with a quarterback who's earns his spot through his play not his name.  A team that doesn't use injuries as excuses.  A team that plays outdoors despite being further north than Minnesota.  The Packers, frankly, are everything the Vikings should hope to be.

3.  Unlikable players.  They're on every team, but some organizations, like the Steelers, rise above it.  They apologize, they are swift with punishment, and the team manages to remain the headline.  Others deny and deflect, and enable a formerly likable player to continue to pretend that he is still likable.

A few other reasons why I am strangely drawn to next week's game.
1.  Both teams pass the name test. http://bleaguehak.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-in-name.html
2.  Both teams pass the uniform test.  This is a blog that is still to come, but both teams have awesome uniforms.
3.  Unbelievable fan bases.  Maybe irritatingly so, but give credit where credit is due.
4.  Evenly matched game.  The teams are not flawless, but they both have great coaching, great defenses and great quarterbacks.
5.  Either my dear nephew (Packers) or one of my dear friends (Steelers) will be delighted with the outcome.  


Who will I be cheering for?
The Packers.  Simply for the fact that it's been longer since they've won the game.  I don't feel that strongly about it.

Who do I think will win?
The Steelers.  Because I believe they are not only the greatest organization in football, but also in sports.  And in spite of my nausea and rolling eyes, I'm starting to think that it really matters.

On The Island of Misfit Toys

I am, for the most part, an optimist.  In fact, in high school, I won the superlative of "Most Optimistic."  Somehow this accomplishment was not published in the yearbook, but I managed to stay upbeat about it.

86 Tickets to the Island of Misfit Toys.

I bring this up because I received my season tickets for the Minnesota Timberwolves this week.  The Timberwolves could possibly be the worst team in the league this year.  Since their inception in 1989 they have won two playoff series, and have suffered from bad luck, bad drafting, and mismanagement.  The closest they have come to a title is giving the Celtics Kevin Garnett to win theirs in 2008.  At the beginning of last season, the franchise took a turn with new GM David Kahn.  He quickly became the laughingstock of the league by drafting two point guards with consecutive picks in last years draft, which may have caused the more talented of the two to stay in Spain for an additional two years.  This summer has not been much better, with a bevy of questionable moves that leaves their roster resembling the Island of Misfit toys from the classic Christmas film, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer".

And that, I am afraid, is the most optimistic thing I can say about the Timberwolves this season: they are like the Island of Misfit toys.  Their players are mostly guys who no one else really wanted, and the talent that they do have seems to be concentrated at the forward positions meaning that their five most talented players will not be able to play on the floor at once.  Let's meet the cast of characters:


Hermey the Elf, Kevin Love, PF
Hermey is immensely talented, but no one takes him seriously because he wants to be a dentist, not an elf.
Love is immensely talented, but in spite of his fantastic numbers, the Wolves have not seemed to take him seriously having started only 59 games in his first two seasons.

Charlie-in-the-Box, Johnny Flynn, PG
My favorite character in the movie.  Perpetually compared to the more popular, "Jack-in-the-Box".  "Nobody wants a Charlie-in-the-Box".

Perpetually compared to Ricky Rubio, the PG who might have been here already, had Flynn not been drafted, and Stephen Curry, the PG/SG, that seems to be a better player and a better fit when(if) Rubio gets here.

The Bumble, Darko Milicic, C
The abominable snowman spends most of the movie as an enemy of Rudolph and Hermey.  At the end of the movie, his character is redeemed as he put the star on top of the Christmas tree.

Darko was the number 2 draft pick in 2003, selected after Lebron James, but before Carmelo Anthony, Chris Bosh, and Dwayne Wade.  Seven years later, he seemed to be on his way out of the league when Kahn was the only one to give him a chance at redemption.

A Dolly for Sue, Michael Beasley, PF
There actually seems to be nothing wrong with the doll, it's just that no one wants her.

There is nothing wrong with Beasley.  At 21-years-old, this former number 2 pick, it seems far too early to write him off.  But nobody seemed to want him, as it only took a second round pick to acquire him.  He became the odd man out in Miami as Wade, Lebron, and Bosh joined forces.  (I once argued that the Bulls should have taken Beasley ahead of Rose, I was wrong, but because of this argument I feel attached to him and really hope he succeeds in Minnesota).

Yukon Cornelius, Ricky Rubio, PG
While wandering in far away lands, Rudolph and Hermey find Yukon Cornelius searching for silver and gold.  Though a bit selfish and greedy, he ends up helping them on their journey.

Rubio plays in a far away land, seemingly waiting for a better opportunity in the NBA.  If the Wolves convince him to play for them, he could help them a lot.

King Moonracer, David Kahn, GM

The lion who rules the island and searches for unwanted toys.

Kahn rules the Wolves, and so far seems to search for unwanted players.

Sam the Snowman, Kurt Rambis, Coach

The coolest character in the movie, the non-misfit who narrates the action and keep things together with his songs.

The heir-apparent to the great Phil Jackson, he seems to emulate Phil's cool demeanor.  It will be up to him to keep things together with his triangle offense.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Wesley Johnson, SF

All of the other reindeer underestimated Rudolph because of his red nose.  He ended up saving Christmas by guiding Santa's sleigh.

Possibly underestimated for not being John Wall, Evan Turner, or Demarcus Cousins (the rookies most fans would have preferred).  If the Wolves are even moderately successful this year it will probably be because Johnson is more than we expect.

And last but not least...

Clarice the Doe, Mark Hakanson, season-ticket holder

Clarice believed in Rudolph from the very start.  She saw the potential in Rudolph and loved him for it.

I choose to believe in the Timberwolves.  That they resemble the Island of Misfit Toys may be the the most optimistic thing I can say about them, but watch the movie.  That ragtag bunch of misfits saves Christmas, by reaching their potential that no one else can see. Now I'm not expecting a championship.  I'm not even expecting the playoffs.  But the Timberwolves will be better than you think.  Their glass may look all the way empty, but I see it as at least half empty.  Look at all those characters and all that they have to prove.  What is more inspiring than watching a bunch of perceived misfits work hard at redemption?  And though it may not happen this season, maybe Kahn's got a little Santa Claus in him, and this sleigh is at least headed in the right direction.

Is this the real life...?

On Monday night I prepared some clams with a white wine saffron sauce served with a side of bread and fresh ricotta.  I had dinner with my wife.  I then packed up my laptop and a few pieces of paper fill with notes and color-coded highlights, headed to the coffee shop and proceeded to draft my fantasy football team for 2010 for the next three hours.

I give you a picture of the entire evening just to prove that I am (or try to be) something of a well-rounded person.  Why do I feel the need to do this?  I'm not sure.  I think it has to do with the fact that if one of your favorite hobbies happens to have the word "fantasy" in it, people automatically assume you don't have a real life.  Despite its move to the mainstream, participation in fantasy football still maintains a hint of "nerd." 

Person 1:  What are you doing tonight?
Person 2:  Spending three hours selecting professional athletes to play for my fake team. 
Person 1:  Oh...........cool..............I guess.

I played fantasy sports before it was cool (I'm still not sure if it's cool).  When I was eight, my big brother's best friend Adam brought a printed list of baseball players to our house (the printer paper that was connected and had the edges with all the holes).  We got out Monopoly money and bid for players.  I seem to remember Juan Gonzalez being the big prize.  Without the internet, Adam was in charge of keeping score each day (I think this lasted about two days).  But whether I want to admit it or not, fantasy sports have been a major part of my life. For the past nine years, I have played fantasy football.  For the past five (at least), I have not only played, but have been commissioner of my league.  Suffice it to say that I have spent a lot of time thinking about my fake team and other people fake teams.

Question:  Is it worth it?
Answer:  Absolutely.

And here's why:

1.  Companionship: My current league consists of myself, my twin brother, two of my brother-in-laws, one guy I've known since Jr. High, one guy I've known since high school, and five guys I've known since college.  Five of those guys were groomsmen in my wedding. Fantasy football is, above all else, a way to stay in touch with these friends and family.  A call to remind someone about the draft is also a chance to say "How's it going?"  An online league message board becomes a place where people from Chicago, Minneapolis, Central California, DC, and Seattle can communicate with each other on a week-to-week basis.

2.  Competition:  I believe competition is over emphasized in our society.  I believe in cooperation more than I believe in competition.  But we need competition in our lives.  We never grow out of this.  (see: Bingo, Scrabble, Wheel of Fortune, and shuffleboard).  I still love playing basketball, but I've mellowed some.  I don't even hustle back on defense anymore (ok, I never hustled back on defense). Fantasy football brings out the fire in me.

3.  The Draft:  Fantasy football is really all about the draft.  Doing well during the year is the icing on the cake.  Drafting remotely has been tough on me the past couple of years, because it's really just an excuse to have a party. The draft is about eating good (bad) food.  Buffalo Wings, Dan's famous chili, Chicago dogs, etc.  It's about making people feel intimidated by the amount of research you did (the more paper you show up with, the better).  But even online drafts are fun.  They become an endless stream of inside jokes. 

4.  The Season:  Now I don't need a reason to watch more football during the year.  And the older I get, the less football I watch.  My schedule usually makes me have to watch when I have time and not make time to watch specific games.  Since I have less choice over which games I will watch, I am all for something that makes any game more enjoyable.  I may have a rooting interest in an Oakland-Jacksonville game that I would not otherwise.  It adds to the entertainment value of each game.  It's like watching your kid star in a musical that you're not crazy about.  You may not love "Westside Story", but if your kid was in it, watching it would be a delight.  I may not love the Texans, but my best player is Andre Johnson, so watching them will be a delight this year.

5.  Continuity:  One of the things I like best is the way each year builds on the last.  One guy becomes the guy you really want to beat because he seems to do so well.  One guy becomes the guy who traded Peyton Manning for Julius Jones.  One guy becomes the running back baron.  One guy becomes the guy who always owns Hines Ward.  Our league tends to add a rule or two each year to make the experience better and better.  I would not be shocked if we sat down in the common room of our retirement home in 40 years for our 50th draft.  And though he is likely to retire in the next couple of years, someone will make the joke, "Dan's pick, I bet he picks Hines Ward."  I may not be building forts with my friends anymore, but I am building a fantasy league, and we are building memories in spite of our distance.

6.  The Fantasy:  Ok, fine, I admit it, I wish I could run an NFL team.  I think I could do it better than the GMs.  Putting together a team of professional athletes each week makes me feel like a part of the action.  My achievements in football might have peaked in fifth grade when I was the go-to choice for quarterback at recess (I could throw the heck out of the pink and black turbo footballs), but I can remain connected to the game for the rest of my life. 

If number five makes me a nerd, then I am a nerd.  But at least I'm a nerd who can cook clams with a white wine saffron sauce.



P.S.
If you haven't drafted yet, here's a guy a like at each position that I think will outperform there draft spot:
QB: Kevin Kolb
RB: Matt Forte
WR:  Pierre Garcon
TE: Jason Witten
Good luck

No Easy Lay-Ups

I hope he doesn't mind me saying this, but I am a better basketball player than my older brother.  He would beat me in a cross country race, trivial pursuit, scaling a climbing wall, and many other things, but his "beating me in basketball" ship sailed around the time I was twelve and he was fourteen. 

That said, this was not an easy passing of the torch.  As I became more skilled, he came tougher and more physical.  He was not willing to simply declare me the better basketball player, I had to earn it, and it would come with some bumps and bruises.  In fact, as recently as college, he got kicked out of an intramural basketball game for pushing me into the bleachers from behind as I went in for an easy lay-up.  A big brother's job is to make sure there are no easy lay-ups.  His toughness, ultimately, is what made me the better player.  Had he had an older brother, there is a good chance he would be the better player today.

Why do I retell this story?  Because this is what gives me hope that Lebron James' decision might actually be great for basketball.  James has been lambasted for a number of reasons: selfishness, disloyalty, killing basketball in a small market, and most importantly, altering the competitive balance of the league.  Many people have thought that they don't want to follow a league where the players predetermine who will win.  But history shows us that only Bill Russell and Michael Jordan were guaranteed champions in their prime.  Miami will have to earn it.

The new Miami Heat enter an NBA landscape in which the two best teams (the Lakers and Celtics), are old, tough, smart, and (especially in the case of the Celtics) a little mean.  It is their job to make sure there are no easy lay-ups.  I fully expect the Heat to cruise through the regular season with eye-popping statistics and unbelievable highlights.  But come playoff time, I think we may have some of the most fascinating playoffs series we have seen in awhile.  And maybe Miami will go on to win championship after championship, but it won't happen without a few bodies flying into the bleachers.  Tell me you're not interested in watching that.

And maybe, just maybe, with all the pressure on Miami to win now, another team gets better and better (Chicago, Oklahoma City?).  You see, I might be able to beat my older brother, but I am not the best basketball player in my family.  That honor goes to my twin brother.

The way I see it, there are three possible results:
1.  The old guard holds their ground for a year or two.
2.  The old guard challenges the Heat to become a basketball force unlike anything we've seen before.
3.  Somebody we are not even talking about flies under the radar and becomes the team to beat.

Lebron's decision may affect the whole NBA landscape, but now the whole NBA landscape will fight back.  No easy lay-ups.