Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Overreacting, or, Jesus Christ what the hell are you talking about


This is Oscar Pistorius. You've heard of him. He hasn't all of his legs. He's a runner, and he uses really fancy science legs to run. He is better than pretty much anyone else in the world without legs at running, which might not be saying much of course. He's so good at running without legs that he's starting to compete against people with legs. He's not doing too bad, either. He wants to represent his country in the Olympics.

This is tiny Tim Keown. People call him "tiny" because his penis is terribly small. When Tim sees Oscar Pistorius, Tim doesn't see a guy wanting to get to the Olympics and compete against the very best the world has to offer. Tim sees a guy who wants to cheat.

"Should he be allowed to compete? Of course not. This really isn't that difficult. Pistorius is running on artificial legs, wonders of technology instead of flesh and bone. It's simply not the same."


Tim has basic, cognitive thinking skills. Tim understands that when he sees legs, he is looking at legs. He understands, also, that when he sees long carbon fiber blades he is seeing not legs. As he so eloquently puts it, they are "not the same."

Running is a sport made for people with complete, full legs. Legs that are strong and sturdy and exercised constantly to ensure that they will be able to carry the owner of said legs as swiftly as possible to the intended destination. Legs that were made and created to be able to carry someone to that destination.

Once again, Oscar Pistorius doesn't have a full pair of legs.

Tim Keown thinks that human+science=unfair for sports. He probably thinks about things like steroids and corked bats and those sharkskin swimming suits that they wear these days. Tim Keown believes that if you don't have legs, you simply aren't able to compete with those who do have legs.

"If a legless swimmer showed up at a meet with carbon-fiber flippers, would that be all right? If a legless high-jumper used spring-loaded Cheetahs, would that be allowed?

The truth is, Pistorius has an event, and it's called the Paralympics."

This, to a certain extent, is true. Not the first part. The first part is stupid and makes me sad for Tim Keown because Tim Keown obviously thinks that people who are physically disabled are just like Steve Austin, the Six Million Dollar Man.



Tim Keown sees Oscar Pistorius run and goes "OH COOL" and then gets jealous and then writes about how he shouldn't be allowed to compete in the Olympics.

However, that is neither here nor there. I want to focus on the idea from that second part - the idea that Pistorius has his "event" in the Paralympics.

Imagine you're playing a game of tetherball. With no one. No one is made of a gaseous compound called Oxygen, thus having no arms to hit the ball with. You hit the ball. It goes around the pole on the tether. It hits the pole. You win. You won, of course, but it isn't terribly fun, is it? So you call your friend, who is made up of something Tim Keown would call old and out of date, and you play him. Let's say your friend's name is Billy. Billy is pretty good at tetherball. You play him a few times, and you split a few games. However, then you start pounding on Billy. Billy is helpless. Billy has never seen a ball that is physically connected to a tether move with such velocity. He can do nothing. However, Billy thinks you can't beat his older brother, Steve. Billy calls Steve, and Steve meets you to play. Steve is 14 and just got suspended from school for talking about Ellie Walcott's vagina in class, which he claims to have seen. Steve works out a lot and plays three sports. You're pretty sure you can't beat Steve unless you try really hard. So you practice and try really hard for about three weeks. Three weeks is a lot of time for tetherball. You've gotten to the level where Steve no longer pummels you, but you win some and he wins some and it's all fun competition.

Now, imagine that you were missing your right arm, and instead had it replaced with a carbon fiber blade. Does it change the story? Not really, because you still had to work really hard, and your lack of arm isn't of any serious advantage (even though scientists studied you for months and stated that it was).

Oscar Pistorius is better than just about anyone without legs at running. He is so good, in fact, that his times in the 100, 200, and 400 m para races are World Records. Oscar's opponents in the paralympics are a sea of Billys. Billys get boring after awhile. You want to try to beat the best. That's what makes a sport fun.

Somehow, to Tim Keown, this isn't a triumph. This isn't amazing. This is wrong.

A few years ago, Annika Sorenstam wanted to play in tournaments against men. Some people got really mad, and some even threatened to join the LPGA and play against women. These people are fucking stupid, as are the people who dont want Oscar Pistorius to compete in the Olympics, as is Tim Keown. Why?

Because those people are foolishly trying to tell an athlete that said athlete should not try to tackle the hardest opponents possible. Because those people think difference is all that matters, and other factors such as harder competition and greater pressure and a larger stage don't matter. Because these people, for some fucking reason, believe that being "different" is somehow an advantage.

Oscar Pistorius probably won't make the Olympics. He probably isn't fast enough yet. I hope he does. A sport covered with such terrible news recently as track running could use a story of someone who wanted to run more than anything in the world, even though he was born without complete legs. Seems like a good story.

And if that happens, you can bet Tim Keown will be tapping out little open-and-shut case arguments about Oscar. And with every word, Tim will be feeding ironic vibrations throughout the world, as he smiles dumbly, fabulously proud of the fact that he is the only living sportswriter without a functioning brain.

Not to mention the small penis.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Steve McNair = Still no love

Has anyone had more undeserved shit kicked all over them than Steve McNair? He played the quarterback position in a loose, free-flowing way and got hit like fucking 38,000 times over his career and still got back up. He wasn't a Hall of Fame QB by any stretch, but Jesus Christ he wasn't bad at it. Yet he was constantly maligned for being a poor passer, he was famously locked out of his team's practice facility - with no one really arguing for his defense - and he finally ended a good career (60% career completions, 55 more touchdowns than interceptions, over 3,500 rushing yards) in Baltimore where he was constantly called over the hill. 
Alright. Fine. He retired. He finally got out and everyone can get on with their lives, right? 

Mike Florio begs to differ: 

2. McNair waited too long to quit.
It came as a surprise to many when Baltimore Ravens quarterback Steve McNair announced his retirement in the days leading up to the draft. And presuming the announcement also came as news to the Ravens, it would have been much nicer if McNair had made his intentions known weeks earlier. That would have allowed the Ravens to explore options on the free-agent market, such as Todd Collins, the Redskins’ backup who played well down the stretch and who could have been a potential bridge at the position while a draft pick got ready to play.

So many things bother me about this paragraph that I will use a numerical list to emphasize how stupid this is: 

  1. Steve McNair is 35 years old and is famous for taking a beating. Last season he played in six games due to injury. Even if he hadn't told anyone that he was retiring, chances are that he would not be playing a full season next year due to injury as well, because he is kinda old and gets hit a lot. 
  2. Troy Smith wasn't terrible in four games last year. He had a very common-looking rookie season. He doesn't seem like a terrible option as a bridge to the future - hell, he could actually be the future. Did you think about that one?
  3. Todd fucking Collins. Really. The Ravens are crying in their oatmeal because the lost out on the Collins lottery. 
That is followed by: 

As it played out, the Ravens were forced to target a quarterback in Round 1. They reportedly wanted to trade up for a crack at Matt Ryan; instead they traded down and then up (taking a bath on the points chart in the process) to get Delaware’s Joe Flacco.
First of all, weren't you just talking about bridging a gap....TO A DRAFT PICK? Like SOMEONE CHOSEN IN THE DRAFT?!?! Like possibly THE SECOND BEST QUARTERBACK IN THE DRAFT? Also, how did the fact that McNair retired just before the draft force the Ravens to draft a QB in the first round? Again: McNair is 35, and he has tons of miles on that body. As much as I love Steve McNair, he was not a viable option for the Ravens anymore. Troy Smith looks like he could be a decent starter, but Quarterback has been a huge problem for the Ravens for so long that drafting the second best quarterback in the draft makes sense. So why is this a problem decision?

(Oh yeah, what does "Taking a bath on the points chart" mean? Are you talking about those damn draft ranking things that are like one half college statistics and the other half pure conjecture about things like "intensity" and that shit? Those things that are often proven wrong? Goodness I hope that's not what we're talking about.)

In the end, all will be forgotten if Flacco flourishes in his first season or two. But if Flacco flounders initially, Ravens fans can thank McNair for not retiring early enough.
I can't stand this. I just cannot even come near to considering standing this. Steve McNair, a guy who obviously loves football, loves playing quarterback, loves putting his team on his back and trying to make things happen. The guy who almost won a Super Bowl with a ridiculous drive that came up one yard short of beating a team with one of the most remarkable offenses of the last 20 years. The guy who (entirely conjecture, sorry) probably had to think long and hard about his body, his mind, his ability to lead a football team, his future, his family, and all kinds of other things before deciding it was his time to hang it up. This is a difficult decision for someone who does something they love for a living. And the problem here is that McNair did not make this super-difficult decision soon enough to help out a team that he had played two years for? Brett Favre gets to create a media circus over his retirement, but McNair didn't do it soon enough? What the hell, man?

Seriously, though: Todd fucking Collins. 

Monday, May 5, 2008

The premier of Overreacting


In the spirit of this blog (this spirit includes fighting racism and two month long hiatuses), I am taking it upon myself to catalog the overreactions of the sports media. You've all seen these stupid things - arrests, pictures at strip clubs, marijuana use. The things that get Skip Bayless real riled up (other things that get Skip Bayless real riled up: ping pong, Denny's breakfast, new born babies). 




This is Marvin William's fouling Rajon Rondo. Hard. If you are getting all up in arms (preferably muskets) about me putting this in something called Overreacting, calm down. This is an example. This allllmost made the cut. In fact, it could make the cut if people continue to talk about it. However, so far the only people actually overreacting about this are the announcers (sort of) and the commenters on youtube, who fall to pieces over much less. 

Mostly I believe this is how all Celtic players should be treated, and I think this video is hi-lar-i-ous. (jk bff Rondo) (not really)

This 













...this is overreacting. Not what these people are doing. These trainers and jockeys and whatnot are doing what you sadly must do when a horse suffers that type of injury. Not take it to a hospital and have massive surgery done on it like Barbaro (perhaps if Eight Belles had won, it would be a different story), but euthanized. It's a shame, to be sure. Totally sure. Completely 100% sure. 

However, 

why is this considered a tragedy? This is a sport where people are paid money to ride atop animals and hit them with riding crops. This is not a great sport when it comes to animal rights or health. Hell, another damn trainer seems to agree: 

...to horse people like Rick Dutrow Jr., who trains Kentucky Derby winner Big Brown, it wasn't all that simple.

"To make it safer, don't race the horses, don't train them, then they'll live good lives out on the farm," Dutrow Jr. said.

"But you have to train them for races, you have to run them and that's where the problems start to set in. They have to be asked to run and sometimes in a particular minute, they're asked to run when they're not ready to give it and then it hurts."
These things have to be expected from horse racing. Sure it sucks, but it's not a tragedy. It's a horse running really hard and then breaking its ankle and having to be put down. It's a horse some people thought was pretty, which turns it into a tragedy. 

Also, fuck horses. 

This is stupid. Horses get way more love than any other animal combined. It's disgusting when they're eaten, it's sad when they die, one horse breaks its leg after winning a horse race and the entire world loses their shit over the thing. Most people don't care when they eat a cow! Wearing leather doesn't seem to mind to most of these people. So what makes this different? Is it just because they saw it on TV? Is it just because they 




AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Sorry, I take it all back. 

RIP Eight Belles. You're in horse heaven with Barbaro, Mr. Ed, Bandit, and every other horse that gets to spend eternity shitting on cow heaven.