Category Archives: Sports
They tell me that controversy sells. At least when it comes to getting hits on your blog and comments from readers. If you want to drive traffic to your blog on a consistent basis, consistently rock the boat, stir the water, poke your finger in someone’s eye. The comments will roll in. Everyone loves a platform to share his or her opinion with the world.
Problem is, I’m not a controversial person, never have been. It’s just not my style. I have opinions, sure I do, and lots of them, but I generally don’t share them unless I have to (and I mean really have to) or am asked to.
Some people like rocking the boat just to see those in it squirm. That’s not me. Some speak their mind just to make their stance on any subject known. That’s not me. Some poke fingers because they’re looking for a fight, some verbal sparring. That’s not me. Quite honestly, I see no point in it.
I’m not out to make enemies; I’m not out to sway the world to my way of thinking. And I’m honest enough with myself that I realize the majority of folks simply don’t care what I think. Who am I?
I recently met the sister of football Hall-of-Famer Johnny Unitas, arguably one of the best quarterbacks to ever play the game. She told me Johnny was quiet and usually kept to himself, even in the locker room. Rarely did he voice his opinion about matters others thought were important. One time she asked him why he didn’t say more, why he was always so quiet. His response: “Because I don’t feel like I have anything important to say.”
But when he did, he said it. Johnny knew the difference between speaking with purpose and just blowing a bunch of hot air around.
Life has taught me two valuable lessons that I try to practice every day (and these lessons were mostly learned the hard way):
- Better to remain silent and be thought a fool then to open your mouth and remove all doubt.
And . . .
- Choose your battles wisely.
Now, that doesn’t mean I’m a pushover. I’ll fight when I need to fight. I’ll take a stand for something that’s worth standing for. I’ll make my voice heard when it’s necessary to do so. But I choose which mountains I’m willing to die on very carefully. The rest? Well, someone else can die on those hills. I just don’t have the time nor the energy to fight every battle that comes along.
As for controversy, the popular bloggers can keep it. I’d rather encourage and inspire others. I’d rather make a real difference. Even if it means less traffic, poorer stats, fewer hits and comments. I’m okay with that. Hey, if I reach one person I’ve done my job.
Well, the Olympics are over and now I can catch up on some much-needed sleep. Boy, what a two weeks. In my opinion, here’s some of the more memorable times (in no particular order):
- The downhill skiing wipeouts. I know everyone cringes when skiers going 80 mph tumble and skid and flip through the air, but, wow, what great entertainment. People watch downhill for the crashes (think NASCAR on skis).
- Those cry baby South Koreans when Apollo whipped ’em on the ice. Now that’s the spirit of the Olympics guys. Great job.
- The “Night Train” American 4-man bobsled team. They proved that guys with guts can compete at the Olympic level . . . and win!
- Listening to Russian male figure skater Plushenko whine about Evan Lysacek not being able to do a quad whodingy. Man, he defines what poor sportsmanship is all about. I thought he was going to start throwing sequins at the judges.
- Shaun White. Need I say more? The man is untouchable. And that hair . . .
- Freestyle skiing. Half sport, half death-wish. Just think, one wrong turn or spin. Ouch.
- Ice dancing . . . sport or not? If it is, should ballroom dancing be included in the Summer Olympics?
- And finally . . . the Closing Ceremonies. Sochi, Russia for 2014? Really? Has anyone ever heard of Sochi? It’s in a humid subtropical climate on the coast of the Black Sea. The average temperature in February is 43 degrees. Average high is 50, low is 38. And it’s not even 400 miles from Iran. That should go well for the American athletes. Um, if it had to be Russia, wouldn’t Siberia have been a better choice?
So anyway, London in 2012, Sochi in 2014. I can do it. Really, I can.
I love the Olympics. I do. Can’t get my fill of them. These are sports you just don’t get to see every day.
But there’s one sport I just don’t get. Male figure skating. What’s with these guys? What kind of guy looks at an oufit filled with flashy colors, sequins, faux deep v-necks, fur, and frills and says, “Oh, it’s perfect. So cool. No, awesome!”
I don’t get it.
The tricks I understand, the double toe whodingy, triple lutz whatsit, and all that. It’s power, it’s acrobatics, it’s athletic ability . . . but the dancing? Is there a point to it? It just seems to be a bunch of flailing arms and swiveling hips intermingled with a few spins and spills.
I’m not questioning anyone’s athletic ability. These guys ooze it, but does it have to be so frilly and furry? Can we please masculate the sport a little? Just a little? I’d watch hours of guys in jeans and skates street dancing. That would be cool. No sparkles, no sequins, no fancy schmancy stuff. Just guys doing cool tricks on ice.
That would be awesome.