July 9th, 2010
Friday’s Four Cents
It seems like every night the fight at my house is what to watch on TV. After a rough day at work, should we watch some quality tv shows or unscripted reality slop? You can guess where I stand. I just don’t get reality tv. Who are these people and why should I care about them? I will admit that it can be humorous. I watch The Soup every once in a while, but is the amount of crap that you have to sift through in order to see those priceless gems really worth it? And, for as funny as it is, what is it saying about our society? Are people really that stupid? I guess so. The film doesn’t lie.
With all that said, apparently Houston is getting it’s own reality show. The one thing that I thought I’d never hear: The Real Housewives of Houston, Texas. It sends shivers down my spine. I know what the rest of the country thinks of Houston and I’m sure that they aren’t going to pick strong Texas women that will dispel those myths. You know why? Because that doesn’t make for good TV. Instead, it will be spoiled, rich women and they greedy husbands giving Houston a bad name. I know that none of the Housewives of the OC, NY or NJ, give me warm fuzzies. I guess that we can add Houston to that list. There goes our dignity and it makes me sick. I imagine it’ll feel similar to what people in Cleveland would feel if their one shining light were to up and move to a new city. Oh wait…
Which brings us to my final two cents. Growing up, I rooted for the Dodgers because my dad did and because just about the time I started being cognizant, Fernandomania was sweeping the nation. Why is this important, you ask? Well it really isn’t, other than the fact that I doubt any other sports team has inspired the wealth of written material as the Dodgers. They captured the minds of countless people with their beginnings in Brooklyn and broke thousands of hearts when they went Hollywood. One of the best sports books ever written in my opinion, is The Boys of Summer, by Roger Kahn. What makes it so great is that while it revolves around baseball and the Dodgers, at it’s heart, it’s about people. People who rooted for the Dodgers, people who loved the Dodgers and the people who were the Dodgers. It talks about the ups and downs of the men that donned the uniform and it follows them after they’ve taken off that uniform for the last time. These were men, and though they loved and respected the game they played, they didn’t define themselves it.
With all the hoopla surrounding the LeBron James announcement, I’ve realized how far we’ve come from the boys of summer. These days, the athlete has become a corporation with a team of advisers, friends and hangers on. We’ve come almost full circle from the team first approach that was king before the advent of free agency. We’re now in an era where the players call the shots. Deciding how teams should be run, who should coach them and who can fly on team charters is being decided by the marquis talent and not the people who are being paid to make these decisions. At the end of the day, Cavs majority owner Dan Gilbert can’t be upset that LeBron left, that’s the way it goes these days, but he can be upset that he sold his soul to LeBron, gave him everything he asked for and was repaid without the least bit of courtesy. Oh well, that’s the way the cookie crumbles. As for LeBron, I doubt he’ll ever get over what this does to his reputation. He doesn’t have the drive, the ambition or the charisma of Jordan. His ploys are too contrived and he just comes off an impostor, crowned by an overeager media that is always pushing the next big thing. I don’t think he’s even the best player of his generation. For my money, that nod goes to Dwayne Wade. Not only is he a beast on the court, he’s never been charged with rape and he did what LeBron could never do: recruit a superstar to come play with him.