Friday, September 29, 2006
The end is near
The Phils Are Done
I was pretty sure of this last night as I watched the bullpen implode by walking nearly everyone in a uniform including four cops, the ballgirls, a clubhouse attendant and the shooter girl from McFadden's.
After the Disaster in DC tonight, I am absolutely certian that my son will be watching his beloved Yankees in the playoff and my daughter's Phils will be swinging golf clubs in various souther locales. No one has gotten a clutch hit in 3 days, the pitching looks tired and David Dellucci is looking like a guy who has already packed his hotel room for his next stop.
I had remained hopeful despite the Phillies nearly 10,000 losses as a franchise. However, as the homers have stopped flying, the pitching has tired and the luck seems to have run out, I must finally admit that this is just another one of those teases the Phillies put us through.
It was fun for a while, but it's time to look to the Flyers for the next heartbreak opportunity.
And we thought TO was bad in Philly last year????
CNNSI had an article earlier today saying that the Cowboys had not referred TO to their problem player guru because "Owens didn't have that kind of history."
WHAT? Are you KIDDING me? If TO doesn't have that kind of history, just how the F%*K do you define a problem player???
I wonder if the boys from Dallas have re-thought theyr position on TO as a potential problem?
He actually thinks he is playing Sunday. He plans to practice tomorrow. This is a guy who certainly appears to have tried to kill himself last night. If he didn't he exhibited some seriously screwed up behavior in a attempt to re-focus attention on himself. And he thinks he is playing? Does anyone know the NFL policy on injuries? Do you have to be physically injured or is complete mental instability good enough to get put on the reserve list?
It almost makes me feel bad for Jerry Jones.
Nope. Not really.
Sorry! an unexpected error has occurred. This error has been forwarded to MySpace's technical group.
I have been getting that message when I try to access my MySpace Blog for the last 2 days. It's very reassuring that they are notifying MySpace's tech geeks, but since nothing has happened, i can only assume that they:
A. Are too busy looking at the frightful bitch who is TO's publicist
B. Don't care
C. Care but only about as much as I care about whether Anna Nicole Smith got married. Again.
D. Are too busy dealing with this issues from this dead-on rant back in February.
I will admit I am an idiot and didn't save most of the stuff on there. It's my fault. I should have remembered that this is a massive service that is boud to run into some technical difficulties. Still, it's PISSING ME OFF!
Every now and then you run into an experience that is the exception that proves the rule. I went to a workshop yesterday that ROCKED me out of my doldrums on work stuff.
It was the TargetX workshop on higher education e-marketing held at the Independence Visitor Center in Philly. Now before you get all bored and click to cnnsi.com or something, hear me out. These guys are cutting edge thinkers about how colleges should be selling themselves to students and they blend technology, marketing and just plain common sense into a package that made me sit back and say, “Why the hell didn’t I think of this?”
For a while now I have been thinking that the internet in general and blogging in particular had fundamentally changed the nature of publishing and communications. For the first time in history, people don’t have to own a newspaper or a printing press to get their unedited opinion before the masses. With a few keystrokes, you can get a blog up on Myspace, or any of a dozen other sites. People can talk back to you, give you new ideas, call you a moron, whatever. It’s amazing.
This has the mainstream media worried. Witness this blog entry forwarded to me by my brother, Matt. Fat Philly area sports columnists are beginning to worry that their ruminations have a lot less impact in a world where the weight of their opinion is roughly the same as mine. Or yours. Go figure. It’s sports, not cellular biology. How much more valid is megalomaniacal columnist’s viewpoint than mine? We both have college degrees. Or at least I think he has one. We both watch the games. I actually watch a game or two from the west coast in fact. Just because some idiot pays him to spew forth his stuff twice a week doesn’t make Bill Conlin god.
Admittedly, most of the blogosphere is pretty bad. That being said, it’s still a revolution. Not since 1455 when Gutenberg set the Bible in hot lead has there been such a significant shift in the way that people gather information. Johan dragged us out of a storytelling, verbal tradition and into the age of the printed word. Yeah there had been scribes writing for centuries, but you had to be a Catholic priest to have access to any of that stuff. In 1517, Martin Luther helped open things up a bit more, but it really took centuries before the majority of humans could read.
In just 15 years the internet has changed all that. Now RSS feeds can give you a personalized stream of stories tailored to what you want to read. Yeah it risks narrowing your focus a bit, but god, how cool would it be to actually just learn what you need to know and not worry about whether Nicole Ritchie is on heroin.
Add this to podcasts, TIVO, voice over IP, iTunes and the million other technology advances that have put content into the hands of its producers, and marketers are scared.
They cant control the message about their products anymore. No matter what thye do to try to create an image or message, there is far more intellectual mass created in the blogoverse then they could ever counter. Remember the Chevy Tahoe blog controversy? Miss that? Don’t worry, it’s only the first in a million lessons that will be necessary for major marketers to understand that they risking irrelevancy by hanging on to a concept as 20th century as marketing.
Have a great weekend!
Friday, September 22, 2006
My girlfriend and I are headed down to the Phils game tomorrow. Dazzling Dan Hill got tickets for all of us. Hall of Fame Club, one o’clock national television game, wildcard race in the balance. Ryan Howard just ripped his 58th to the opposite field and the place is going nuts.
It should be an awesome time. There is nothing like playoff baseball and I am really looking forward to seeing these guys play. A few beers, ball park food, great friends and a pennant race are about all a man can ask for. Well, there are a few other things, but well, this is a family blog, right mom?
Just one thing bothers me thinking about the game. It’s a really nice ballpark. But in typical Philadelphia fashion, we decided not to do anything really special when we decided to plop it in the parking lot of The Vet, thus finishing the South Philadelphia Sports Complex. One of the things that makes Fenway, Yankee, Camden Yards, Jacobs Field, and the rest really superior places to watch a game are the neighborhoods they are part of.
We decided that way more important than a truly special stadium experience that linked the team and the city, creating a true destination stadium was to make it easy to park. You don’t go to the game to park the friggin mini-van. You go for the experience.
So instead of burying 95, building the stadium right on top of the highway and re-connecting Penn’s Landing and Old City, we gave up the only chance we will ever have to fix the disaster of 1970s planning that disconnected a river town from its water. We decided that ease of parking and access to interstates was better than tourism value and being one of a kind.
The guys at Sports Illustrated have it right. The ranked Citizens Bank Park #15 in the majors, and noted “Really, it's a shame that such a marvelous ballpark is stuck in Philly's stadium office park, near the homes of the Eagles and the Sixers. While that makes for easy commuting via public transportation, it also makes for a lousy pre- and postgame scene -- and that makes for an all-too-quick experience at a picture-perfect park.”
We should have spent the billion and hit a home run. Instead we spent $346 million and hit a double. Oh well. I’ll still have a great time tomorrow.