About Me:
Who says a theater girl can't love sports? I may be a Northwestern graduate, but I'm an Ohio State Buckeye at heart. Born and raised in Columbus, Ohio, I relocated to New York City to find a life on the stage. After four years of trying, (and finding some
About Me:
Who says a theater girl can't love sports? I may be a Northwestern graduate, but I'm an Ohio State Buckeye at heart. Born and raised in Columbus, Ohio, I relocated to New York City to find a life on the stage. After four years of trying, (and finding some
About Me:
Who says a theater girl can't love sports? I may be a Northwestern graduate, but I'm an Ohio State Buckeye at heart. Born and raised in Columbus, Ohio, I relocated to New York City to find a life on the stage. After four years of trying, (and finding some
Have you seen those commercials on TV for Nationwide Insurance where a woman is being rowed through the street of Venice with her dreamy Fabio-looking gondolier, and the second she opens her eyes and sees the reality of her situation, she looks up and her hot Fabio is really an aging decrepit Guido? The punch line of the commercial says 'Life comes at you fast.'
The Ohio State Buckeyes finally opened their eyes last night, and what can only be said is that life caught up with them last night and smacked them in the ass.
The irony of the parody is that Nationwide sponsored the Buckeyes all year with billboards around Columbus with that famous slogan, Life Comes At You Fast, as the undefeated Buckeyes pounced on their competition. Each week the Insurance Company would cross off another team on the Buckeye billboard, leading up to the national championship.
Florida ended that hazy dream, playing spoiler, with nothing to lose. They continued the trend set in the previous week by Boise State: the sexy new trend of the underdog.
Underdog has been around much longer than his 1964 debut on the NBC network, but he is proving to be the hottest thing in sports thus far and why wouldn't he? As an underdog, you can step out on to the field, fearless in your task at hand because no one holds any expectation for you except to attempting to survive. It's the best-case scenario for a team because if you lose everyone predicted it and if you win everyone is shocked and awed.
The BCS National Championship Game seems to be a breeding ground for underdogs. In the last five years, three underdogs have come out against over-sized opponents and silenced critics and doubting fans with thrilling victories.
This year alone, the BCS games seemed to indicate that teams who entered the game feeling entitled to win wound up walking home with "kick me" signs on their backs.
From my point of view, ever since Michigan learned they wouldn't get another shot at the title match, the Rose Bowl was a mere consolation prize. (I'm sure Ohio State would have welcomed facing Michigan if they could have foreseen their fate with Florida.) I'm sure the Wolverines are wishing they hadn't taken Pasadena so lightly after their walloping by the hands of USC.
Notre Dame, America's darling, should have bypassed the Bayou and opted for something a little lighter than the jumbo-sized LSU Tigers. I won't lie, as I sat in the bar last week and watched the Sugar Bowl, I was secretly thrilled that LSU dismantled the Irish, who always feel it's their destiny to win. Frankly, it looked more like a JV football team taking on a lower tier NFL team.
Then there's Boise State, the little team that could. Going in, we all thought they didn't stand a chance, that their season of smoke and mirrors was about to be exposed by the traditional powerhouse of Oklahoma. Sure, they were ahead all game, but we didn't expect them to win. Of course, their execution of the Fiesta Bowl is an instant classic and is the single greatest athletic feat in the history of Idaho.
As I woke up on Monday morning, all I thought was "I hope today's game doesn't end up like the ones from the previous week." While I'm not a fan of the Irish or the Maize and Blue, it's never fun watching your team get dismantled.
Now I know the feeling. The feeling of sitting in your chair and watching as your heart is severed from your chest, all vital organs crumple at the loss and the overwhelming sense of dread that there is no hope invades your mind.
That was me last night about half way through the second quarter of the BCS Championship game. There was nothing I could do to help my floundering team. Maybe I should take credit for the loss. I didn't watch the game at my usual spot; I ended up at a different bar so I could accommodate my large group of friends to help celebrate my "sure-fire win." I didn't wear my usual apparel; I wore my championship jersey, purchased just for the occasion. Finally, I left my secret weapon at home: my lucky Buckeye.
All fans are superstitious and I'm sure scads of Buckeye faithful are waking up today, nursing a raging hangover (because what else are you going to do when your Heisman winning quarterback looks like a third-string relief player in the big game?). Across the country, fans of all the losing teams are thinking 'how can this be?'
The answer is simple: you weren't wearing the uniform of the underdog and you got bit.
* Many of you have wondered why I haven't been so vocal about the accomplishment of the Buckeyes and their bid to the BCS Championship. Although I have been very proud of the team, I have been busy writing a final paper for a sports writing class about my trip to the OSU-Michigan game. While it may seem outdated and over-due, here is my final piece about that amazing day.
I would like to congratulate the University of Michigan football team on an excellent season, but as Urban Meyer has famously said "they got their shot." Sour grapes and all, with the current BCS system, we will never see a year without controversy. While I do believe the Wolverines to be the second best team in the country, it only seemed fair for Florida to get their chance to prove if they belong in that second slot or not. By January 9, 2007 - we'll all know who has the goods to back up their team. GO BUCKS!
As the black BMW ripped through the stale Pennsylvania landscape at 90 mph, I desperately pointed my cell phone towards the car window, hoping to find a signal. I needed to confirm the news I heard at a Pocono rest stop: was famed Michigan coach Bo Schembechler, merely ill or was it worse? Anxious to confirm the report, I tried calling anyone near a computer who could update me on the man's status. It was early afternoon on November 17th, the day before the biggest game of the year. With historic proportions on the line, it was inconceivable to commence the weekend with the death of an iconic archrival.
By the time the car pulled up to the beverage depot in New Castle, Pennsylvania at 4PM, Bo Schembechler was pronounced dead. With the state line just miles away, the sun setting, and the clock ticking closer towards kickoff, it seemed inappropriate but necessary to crack open a case of Coors Light and inaugurate the colossal weekend with a beer. The death of the Michigan legend indicated that the 103rd meeting between the Ohio State Buckeyes and the Michigan Wolverines would be anything but ordinary.
This wasn't a road trip, it was a pilgrimage; a trip made by four devoted fans-mere acquaintances when they departed earlier that morning. Desperate to witness the m
Wednesday, November 29, 2006, 11:31 AM EST
[Boston Red Sox]
In 2006 $51 million can buy you 51,515,151 Wendy's junior bacon cheeseburgers or it can buy the Boston Red Sox one conversation with a Japanese pitching sensation. Considering the 2006 payroll for the Red Sox totaled $120,099,824, Red Sox management must be dead serious if they are willing to spend the equivalent of 42% of their payroll to negotiate with Daisuke Matsuzaka of Japan's Seibu Lions club.
The 26 year old pitcher from Tokyo makes a meager $3 million a year in Japan. Should his negotiations with the Red Sox succeed, he could earn as much as $10 million a year for Boston. (That's roughly 1.16 billion yen.)
So if $51 million can buy you the opportunity to talk to the kid who throws a gyroball (think of a wicked screwball), could help beat your archenemies and win a title, what else could $51 million buy?
For starters, $51 million can buy 34,000,000 school lunches. With the average school lunch costing $1.50, the Red Sox could feed the 57,900 Boston public school children 587 times.
Of course, the Red Sox need savvy businessmen on their payroll to help finance their lofty goals, therefore the need of college graduates is in high demand. If the Red Sox wanted the top of the class, they could provide full tuition ($43,655) to 1,168 undergraduate students at Harvard University for the 2006-2007 academic year.
To commute around Boston on the subway, the cost of a ride is $1.25. Therefore, the Red Sox organization could treat the city to 40,800,000 free subway rides. With an average of 639,400 riders each day, the Red Sox could afford to pay for 63 days of free rides. Of course, if you want to drive around the city in the lap of luxury, the Red Sox could buy 1,712 brand new BMW 325i series for their most devoted fans.
If Matsuzaka decided to move to Boston, the average rent on a two-bedroom apartment is $1,900. If the Red Sox decided to spend $51 million on housing, they could rent 2,236 two-bedroom apartments for one year; providing housing for 4,472 people.
While $51 million can buy a lot, it can also cost you a lot too; just ask Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones. The famed band cancelled a concert in Atlantic City four hours before show time on October 27, 2006. Rosalie Druyan of Brooklyn, New York was so angry that she sued the band for $51 million accusing fraud and "acting in bad faith because of the cancellation." Ms. Druyan claims that the cancelled concert cost her and thousands of fans money on non-refundable hotel bookings.
While the Rolling Stone case is still pending, another $51 million dollar law suit is in the appeal stages for the drug company Merek & Co., makers of the prescription painkiller Vioxx. Initially, a jury awarded retired FBI agent Gerald Barnett $51 million in his case that Vioxx caused his heart attack in 2002. In recent months, a US District Court judge in New Orleans ruled that the award was "grossly excessive" and ordered a new trial to determine a more appropriate award for Mr. Barnett.
So $51 million is "grossly excessive" for a heart attack and completely rational for a baseball negotiation?! I guess $51 million can buy you just about anything, but it can't cure cancer or provide world peace. If those two items are too much to ask for, the Red Sox are willing to spend their $51 million on the chance to win another World Series in the next century. For most Red Sox fans, that's money well spent.
Every November, high school senior soccer players across the country anxiously look forward to signing their national letters of intent- announcing their plans to play soccer at the collegiate level. For as long as these teenagers can remember, soccer has been their life. Their homes are decorated top-to-bottom with trophies, ribbons, and championship memorabilia from the various pee-wee leagues, youth select teams and varsity squads that called these kids "MVP's." For these players, soccer has been their livelihood and their passion since they were born. Their dream of playing for a major college team is one step closer to their ultimate goal: becoming a professional soccer player.
WRONG.
Nicholas Palmer, captain of the New York University soccer team, isn't planning on a life in the pros; in fact he's hoping to work for the New York Yankees organization once he graduates from college. So how is it that a kid who has spent three-quarters of his life dedicated to soccer intends to spend the rest of his adult life with a baseball team? While many see a job with the Yankees on par with any other "dream job," Palmer is merely accepting a general fact that plagues most collegiate athletes: going pro after college is an unrealistic goal for the majority of the student-athletes who participate in NCAA sports.
Less than one percent of the 149,000 Division I athletes turn pro following their college career. It comes as no surprise that a bright and talented student like Nick has decided to forgo the tumultuous challenge of turning pro in a sport that is hardly considered popular among American spectators. With soccer being a more "European" sport, perhaps Nick's goal of working as a public relations associate for a baseball team isn't so far fetched: as an all-American kid, shouldn't Nick work in America's sport?
Actually, Nick credits his family and his New York upbringing for his love of Yankee baseball. Born and raised in Ithaca, New York, Nick's fondest memory as a child was watching Yankee games with his dad. His love of sports was evident from a young age. Nick was always the athletic type, playing soccer and baseball from childhood until high school.
"I played baseball through high school, but I was not as passionate about as a player. I saw more potential as a soccer player."
Being 5'11" and 185 lbs., Nick knew he'd never be a star basketball player or a crushing linebacker for the football team. Even though he loved baseball, he was destined to be a soccer player simply because he fit the mold: perfectly toned and sculpted muscles, ripped calves, and a sun-kissed face with weather-bleached hair. While his Irish heritage takes responsibility for his freckled face, the slouchy pants and his overpronated walk are dead giveaways of his soccer passion.
Like so many other players across the country, Nick was a star athlete in high school. He had traveled around the country playing in select teams and even spent a summer in England at soccer camps. By the time signing day came around, he had been recruited by several colleges around the New York state area. The temptation to remain close to home and play at Cornell University was easily dismissed when the lure of a bustling metropolis called, even if it was a Division III team.
While New York University may be a leading research institution, it is hardly a hot bed for athletics. Nick saw a golden opportunity: the chance to get a prestigious education, live in New York City, and continue to play soccer. He knew that professional soccer would never be a realistic goal, but he could continue to live out his life as a player while getting one step closer to his other childhood passion: the New York Yankees. As a journalism-history major at NYU, Nick hopes to parle his job at the Sports Information Department at NYU into a similar position for the Yankee organization. His goal is not out of the realm of possibilities with his NYU connections and close proximity to Yankee Stadium.
While Nick has solid plans for his life after the NCAA, the remaining ninety-five percent of student-athletes who will never transition to the pros has prompted Adrian McBride to start the company Life After Sports. Since 1988, the company has helped thousands of student-athletes shift gears and find appropriate jobs in the workplace, providing career counseling, and helping students maintain long-term contact with former athletes. Many companies seek out student-athletes because of their reputation as individuals with strong drive, determination, resourcefulness and leadership skills. Working directly with universities and companies, Life After Sports helps to make the reward at the end of the season more about the long term goals rather than the unattainable dreams or sorrow that comes with closing a door on a student's collegiate career. For the few who turn pro, a dream has been realized; for the thousands who transition, a different pot of gold awaits.
I am currently in a writing class at NYU and I am writing a feature story about what people will do to watch "The Game." If you are planning on being apart of the Ohio State-Michigan(in any way), I'd love to know about it. For example, are you taking extreme measures to get to the game? Did you sell your ticket for loads of cash? Do you have any rituals for game day? If you can't be in Columbus, how are you planning on watching the game? If you don't give a load of crap about college football, your mistake! Thanks for your help, any stories or comments are appreciated!