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| Wednesday, August 16, 2006 |
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Talk about getting hard on a guy 
| | On the other head, maybe we've kept it up longer than the rest of ya'll. |
The beat goes on
Peace is a conversation
| | For me, the news from the Middle East has been depressing beyond words. Not so for some bloggers. |
Go (away) team
| | Fun to read that Dave and the Winer family were originally Brooklyn Dodger fans. We were Dodger fans too. I was eight years old when the Dodgers won the series in 1955, and remember it as a great triumph for the ordinary people of New York and New Jersey (where our family lived). Not just because they won at all, but because they beat the Yankees, the biggest overdog in sports. |
| | The Dodgers were truly loved. When they left two years later for Los Angeles, it was worse than a heartbreak for millions of fans. It was the beginning of the Money Era in professional sports. Until then, money played a role, but players — even Yankees like Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris — were ordinary guys, who happened to have extraordinary talent. Some lived in nice houses, but not many were sequestered in gated communities; and none played for the immense sums that go to the best players in the most popular sports today. |
| | True, few pros played only for the love of the game, even then. But in the pie chart of motivations, there was nothing like today's imbalance between love and money. |
| | The Dodgers left for money. When they did, they broke the heart of a city. |
| | Yes, the Giants left for San Francisco around the same time; but somehow that didn't hurt as bad, maybe because everybody knew the Polo Grounds was a wierd field for baseball from the start. And San Francisco wasn't a big money town then. It was a seaport like Brooklyn, with a similar wild mix of local ethnicities. Plus, Candlestick Park, the Giants' new home, didn't require the destruction of a village, as did the Dodgers move to Chavez Ravine. |
| | The Dodgers went Hollywood, and the rest of sports followed. |
| | Like Dave, and the rest of non-Yankee New York, I became a big Mets fan when the team came along, with Casey Stengel and Marv Thornberry (about whom Casey said "Can't anybody here play this game?"). New York's heart was mended by the Mets, who, like the Dodgers, embodied a philosophy. It was a huge triumph for the city and that philosophy when the Mets won the series in 1969. |
| | But money had already infected the game, just like it would infect the rest of the major professional sports. |
| | There will always be love. But money has been beating love, at least in professional sports, since 1957. |
Re-read the whole thing
| | ...Just as Engadget's 7 million page views offers a vision of the micromedia, so too does it presage the microglut that arrives within minutes of that success. How do we deal with increasingly alert-driven streams to maintain discoverability, context, and a sense of empowerment. Systems that fail that test will be discarded as quickly as I am flushed out of Rojo and intoŠ what? |
| | ...the ahead-of-the-curve proposition becomes increasingly valuable. Watch Calacanis, the lightning rod. Watch Mernit, the synthesist. Watch the micromemes emerge from the boredom and ennui of the RSS rush hour. |
| | ...We have the control, and we know it. No amount of slime or power politics will stop this. As Doc says, we're still throwing tea into Boston Harbor 200+ years later. And if you're not with us, get the hell out of the way. We wish you no ill will — well, nothing significant — but don't get between the mama bear and her cubs. |
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