Sunday, January 29, 2012

Sollywood - Will Pawn Just Leave

"I think we have to get the fans back at the stadium. That's a necessity. That's the lifeblood."
So says hopefully soon-to-be-exiled Mets owner Fred Wilpon.

That’s fascinating. We need to get fans back at the stadium. With logic like that, it’s no wonder you and your Tommy Boy-esque son Jeff got taken by Madoff.

That gem by Captain Obvious leads to the question of how do you get fans back without winning? How do you win without putting money into the payroll? How do you win in a stacked division where even the fucking Nats are making moves? According to ESPN’s Adam Rubin, the Mets are looking at the highest drop in salary ever.
No other team has ever cut as much salary from the previous year. Ever.

Let that soak in for a minute.  A baseball team in New York should be able to print money but because of Freddy’s follies, his wanna be Trolley Dodgers are losing money hand over first, $70M in 2011 alone.

And no, you don’t need to spend $140M to win anything.  Just ask the Rays.  Of course, the Rays drafted well, with Carl Crawford, Evan Longoria, David Price, Jeremy Hellickson, Desmond Jennings, and Matt Moore (to name a few) coming up through their system.

When you’re the Mets, you overhype your prospects only to see them crash and burn. Any money you do spend results in bad luck or just bad players.


You don’t need to spend a lot to win, you just need to spend it well.  Here’s the problem: when your payroll dips to $90M and you have three players making $56M and you can’t draft for shit, that doesn’t leave you a lot of wiggle room to fill in the gaps and put a winning team on the field. 
When you replace your All-Star trio of Jose Reyes, Carlos Beltran, and Francisco Rodriguez with Ruben Tejada, Andres Torres, and Frank Francisco, your already bitter and exasperated fanbase isn’t going to head to The Place That Reese Built, even with reduced ticket prices.

The Wilpons are in a tough situation, albeit one they put themselves in. It's an awful spiral - they can't draw fans without winning but they don't have any revenue to invest into the payroll to win some games. They're not just sinking, they have anvils tied to their ankles.

I haven’t seen a father-son duo with so many problems since the Skywalkers. Sell the team, escape with whatever shred of dignity you have left, and enjoy your remaining years with your stained Koufax jersey and Dodger souvenir cup.

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The View From Down Here - The 2012 Cubs or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Sabermetrics

Obviously, this blog is not a money making venture.  (I mean really.  Who would pay for this crap?)  Because of this, I do have a full time day job.  Luckily, I work for a boss that is a huge sports fan, and I can count on, at least once a day, taking time out of my schedule to talk about baseball, football, basketball, etc.  Since she (yes, I said "she") knows my affinity for the Chicago Cubs, she asked me the other day how I felt about the new trinity running things at the intersection of Clark & Addison.


I never hid the fact that I actually supported, former General Manager, Jim Hendry more than most Cub fans.  He did a lot of good for the Cubs, more than most folks would like to admit.  He put together several playoff teams after taking over as GM in 2002, more than any other GM in Cubs history.  Unfortunately, that success may have led to his own downfall.  He brought something to the Cubs that they had not had in decades....winning.  And when the wins slowly started dwindling away like Justin Morneau's batting average after the All-Star Break, Cub fans finally did something they should have started doing long ago.  They stopped coming to Wrigley Field.  Empty seats could be seen for the first time in ages.  After being swept from the playoffs in the first round in 2007 & 2008 (I refuse to acknowledge 2003) and with sub par showings in 2009 & 2010, Hendry was fired during the 2011 season.


That being said, I am ecstatic with the hiring of Theo Epstein (President of Baseball Operations), Jed Hoyer (GM), and Jason McLeod (Head of Scouting) - the trio widely regarded as being responsible for breaking the Curse of the Bambino and making the Boston Red Sox into the consistent powerhouse they are now.  For the first time in the 35 years I have been a fan, the Cubs finally seem to have a long term plan in place.  Not only are they going with a more sabermetric approach to the team, the team as constructed over the last several years is finally being blown up, so they can go young.  Theo and Jed have also done a remarkable job of trading away many of the overpriced veterans, and getting good young value in return, including stud 1B prospect Anthony Rizzo.  And if the rumors are true that they are all in on the 3 young Cuban defectors that recently declared for free agency, they will have quickly vaulted the Cubs' farm to a top 5 system in the major leagues.


I'll be the first to admit that it's probably going to be ugly this year, and maybe even next year.  The Cubs have several young players, players they are counting on to bounce back from down seasons, and players who were cut because they never lived up to their potential.  But you know what?  I'm ok with that.  Most rational thinking fans are.  The Cubs weren't going to compete this year anyway, so it makes perfect sense to play the young guys to see what you have going forward.  And it's not because the budget is being cut, or the Cubs have no money.  They are going to evaluate their young talent, so they can see how exactly they should spend their money when they are ready to compete.


The problem is the casual Cub fan.  Because of the success the new brass had in Boston, the casual Cub fan is going to want to see immediate results.  And when he doesn't get it, he's going to be the one calling into the the radio shows, bitching on the message boards, and booing the product on the field.


Look at it like this.  The casual Cub fan is the kid who always spent his allowance as soon as it was handed to him.  He was, quite literally, like a kid in a candy store, ready to spend his dollar and a quarter on the very first piece of junk he got his hands on. 


Little Jimmy, on the other hand, is the rational Cub fan.  He saw the bigger picture.  Every week he'd save his allowance in a little green piggy bank, counting it with every dollar, nickel or dime he dropped in.


Well, one day little Jimmy emptied out that piggy bank and went to Toys-R-Us with his momma.  When he came home, he had a brand new Super Nintendo, and a game called Ken Griffey Jr. Presents Major League Baseball.  He played that game for hours and hours.  The casual Cub fan, however, had nothing but a handful of broken plastic army men and a ball on a string paddle.  He never had the foresight to see the bigger picture like little Jimmy.


That story is an analogy for what Theo and Jed are doing.  They are building a solid foundation first, planning for the future and managing their savings, if you will, in order to score the big prize.  An approach that casual Cub fans have continually complained about and took a stance against, instead preferring to spend money now when we all know it isn't going to get us anywhere.  We'll just be left with a bunch of junk.


In the end, what Theo and Jed are doing now should be putting the Cubs in a position to compete year in and year out.  In a couple years, the Cubs should be more like the Atlanta Braves, and less like the Pittsburgh Pirates.  And if they're not, maybe this team really is cursed.

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Saturday, January 28, 2012

Random Moosings - The Brooklyn Brawler vs. The Canadian Crippler

Bet you thought this was going to be the review of some awful Superstars squash match, didn’t you? Well not so fast my friends!

About a week ago legendary college football coach Joe Paterno passed away. If you don’t know who Joe Paterno is, then you have been living under a rock for the last 46 years, and you have been living somewhere near middle earth for the last six months or so. Paterno coached Penn State for 46 years, a feat that is remarkable in this day and age of what-have-you-done-for-me-lately college athletics. These days coaches are not on a year to year basis, hell big time coaches are not even on a game to game basis. One bad play and half the fan base and all the boosters are screaming for them to be fired RIGHT DAMN NOW! We have reached the point of epic stupidity in the ways we view athletics.

Paterno’s story has, to me at least as a lifelong Penn State fan, a sad ending. He was implicated in a child sex scandal that had stretched on for decades. The Readers Digest version is this: creepy, insane scumbag former defensive coordinator Jerry Sandusky was caught in the showers with a little boy by a grad assistant. The grad assistant, understandably horrified by what he was seeing, went to Paterno. Paterno, instead of taking a steel chair upside Sandusky’s head, went to the PSU athletic director and told him what was going on, and the Athletic Director then went to…….well evidently he didn’t go anywhere or do anything and Sandusky was allowed to continue to molest children for another decade.

When the story broke, Paterno was blamed for not doing more. After all, he was Joe Fucking Paterno. He WAS Penn State football. He was a legend, and icon…..a LICON if you will, if Joe Paterno spoke up and said the campus grass was being cut 1/8th of an inch too high, you can bet you ass that the next time it was cut, it would be cut 1/8th an inch shorter. So why didn’t he do more? Why didn’t he see that his Athletic Director was a do-nothing dipshit and go to the authorities himself? Why didn’t Paterno bust into Sandusky’s house and choke him out until he admitted he was a dirty pedophile? Why didn’t he challenge him to an “I Confess” match right in the middle of Beaver Stadium? I don’t know the answers to that. I have no idea why Paterno didn’t act. What I do know is that his 46 year tenure as Penn State head coach came to a whimper of an end in December when he was fired. I do know that his legacy was tarnished. I do know, that as a fan, it just wasn’t supposed to end like this.

Now, what does this have to do with Chris Benoit? And I would imagine there are some of you that are asking “what is a Chris Benoit?” Chris Benoit was one of my favorite professional wrestlers of all time, he is also considered by many to be among the best wrestlers of all time. What he lacked in mic skills (which was a lot, he was not a great promo guy) he more than made up for in in-ring ability. Benoit made his debut in Canada in 1985 and spend the better part of the next decade plying his trade around the world. He got his big break in ECW in the mid-90’s by famously breaking Sabu’s neck (which from what I can tell was an accident, Sabu fell on his head after a back drop. I honestly have no idea if it happened there, or if it was a storyline driven thing) anyway, that gave Benoit the nickname of Canadian Crippler, and just to look at him, yeah you got the impression that Benoit could rip your head off before you could beg him to stop.

Benoit moved from ECW to WCW, then when WCW was on the verge of being put out of business by Hogan and Bischoff, he moved to the WWE. Benoit won the world title and appeared to be on the verge of true superstardom when he snapped and killed his wife and child, then himself. Yeah you read that right, Benoit, a world class wrestler, respected by millions, idolized, worshipped by wrestling fans, murdered his wife and child, and then killed himself. The fact that his brain was like Swiss cheese, the result of numerous concussions, doesn’t excuse or change what he did. In the end, you can say nothing more than he was a murderer.

So what the hell do Chris Benoit and Joe Paterno have in common?

Other than the fact that Paterno could probably have been Benoit’s manager, not a whole lot really, except for one thing – both of them ended their careers – and ultimately their lives – on unspeakably bad terms.

Ok, so that is an interesting coincidence, but that is not really what I am getting at. What bothers me is the media and fan portrayal of both men. I remember after Benoit murdered his family hearing from people that were huge fans of Benoit that they would never watch his matches again, they just couldn’t. And to be honest, I never understood that. I have heard people who had praised Joe Paterno for being such a great coach and a great leader of men, just months ago, suddenly turn on him and say they will never respect him again, and that he is somehow a villain. To be perfectly honest, I don’t think either are villains, I think both are humans.

Let me clarify that a bit, I don’t excuse what either of them did, what they did was wrong. But they are both human, they are imperfect, fallible creatures. I am not sure it is fair, or right, that a bad end erases a lifetime of achievement. The WWE has done its absolute best to completely whitewash Benoit from their history. The 25th anniversary of the WWE’s Royal Rumble is tomorrow. If you were to ask, I am sure they would tell you that there was no winner in 2004. The event simply did not happen. I certainly don’t think Penn State will go to the same lengths as the WWE, I can’t imagine them ignoring the last 46 years of Penn State football because Paterno had a horrible ending, nor should they.

Those of you who know me know that I was a history major in college. One of the things you learn (other than citing your sources, beat you to it Solly) is that history is not just the good things that happen. That is part of what bothers me about US history, it tends to skew VERY much toward the positives of the US and leaves a whole bunch of the negative stuff out (but that is a rant I can save for later). Whether they like it or not, the history of the WWE and Penn State contain ties to two men who did very bad things. That doesn’t mean you get to whitewash it and ignore it. Own up to it. People make mistakes. Good people do bad things. One bad decision should not destroy a career of greatness.

I still miss watching Chris Benoit wrestle and I know that come fall, I will miss seeing Joe Paterno on the Penn State sidelines. They made an indelible mark on their professions, and they both did a whole lot of good before they made horrible decisions. There is nothing wrong with celebrating the good while lamenting the bad.

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Friday, January 27, 2012

Random Moosings - Inside a Broken Mind

Even though most of you know me, I should properly introduce myself. The blog will say my name is John Roberts, which is true of course, but the folks on Puns and OO know me as Moosehead Jack, or just Moose, or, sometimes Grumpy Asshole. It is no secret to those who know me that a lot of things annoy me, a lot of things used to send me flying off into a rage. Things still do annoy me, there will be plenty of that on here in the future, but I have tried to get more of a grip on it because I felt like I was becoming a caricature of myself. I was the go to guy for a pissed off rant, I was always mad about something, little did I know, there was a reason behind that.



Depression, anxiety and panic attacks are NOT a sign of weakness. They are signs of having tried to remain strong for way too long..

I have seen some people put that as their facebook status, trying to bring attention to mental diseases such as depression and anxiety. There seems to be a stigma with mental disorders, like the person is just faking it, or it is not something to be taken seriously. I admit that for a long time, I was in that boat, I didn’t understand depression, and I thought it was just feeling down. Move on, get over yourself, right?

Well, in 2009 my marriage fell apart, and I suffered a nervous breakdown. I was diagnosed with severe depression, and was, according to one of the people I talked to, probably borderline in need of being hospitalized for it. I won’t go into all the details here, partly because I really don’t want everything out there, there are some of you who know it, and I am fine with that, and partly because I don’t want to bore you with all the details. Suffice it to say, starting around 2006, things started going really bad, and I just bottled it up and kept it inside. We never talked about it, we never really dealt with it, we just kept all that anger bottled up, and as you can imagine, it didn’t do any of us any good.

That has always been my thing though. After getting help when things fell apart completely, I realized that this was not a new problem, this was something I had done my whole life. Bottle things up. Internalize it all. Keep it to yourself. No one else wants to hear your nonsense. This was passed from my mother, who also suffers from depression but refuses to seek any help. What some people also don’t understand, is generally victims of depression also suffer from low self-esteem, which triggers a vicious catch-22 that just makes things worse. I am depressed because I have no self-esteem, I have no self-esteem because I am depressed. So, as you can imagine, my teen years kind of sucked. Things didn’t really get better in college, which is where the anger that so many of you are familiar with came in. You think I was bad in the last few years? You should have known me then, EVERYTHING made me mad. And not just annoyed, mad. Angry. Livid. I hated the world and every living thing in it, but I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

So, with that mindset, I went into a marriage with no communication, or at least very little. Things built and built over the years, and I am sure you can all see where this is going, it finally reached a breaking point. This is the point where I assume things can go one of two ways. 1. You take it out on the other person. I would guess this is where people get hit. I dealt with that growing up, so that was never really an option. In a fit of anger, I DID put my fist through the wall, but I never touched anyone else. So I chose option 2. I turned it in on myself, and that is when I began to break down.

By the time the summer of 2009 rolled around, I was a basket case. All this stuff had built up inside me, and I had no outlet, I had nowhere to direct it, so I started shutting down. I was incapable of making decisions…..something as simple as going grocery shopping was a nightmare because I couldn’t decide what to get, nor did I care what we got. I simply stopped caring. Outwardly, I guess I looked the same. Inside, I was hurting, like real physical pain. All I wanted to do was sleep. If I was asleep, I didn’t have to face the world. I tried to work, at the time as a substitute teacher, and it was the worst work day I had ever had. I couldn’t even take care of myself, controlling a classroom of 25 kids was impossible. It was the longest day of my life. I knew I had to go, so I packed my things and left.

The mind does funny things to you when it is in self-preservation mode. There are still things about September 2009 I simply cannot remember. And that is not because I have a bad memory, I actually have a fairly good memory. For the longest time, there were days, even weeks, that I simply lost. I couldn’t account for them. Only recently have they started to filter back into my life, and in many cases, I really wish they hadn’t.

The other side effect of it all, what memories I do have of that time, are all black and white. I have no idea why. It is literally like there was no color in the world then. I know that sounds emo and all, but that’s how it is. When people say it is like there is this dark grey cloud all around them, they aren’t kidding. The mind does some strange things

So, I left, came back to North Carolina and got some help. It took nearly a year before I felt better, and here we are over two and a half years out and I still don’t feel good. It is a daily struggle against myself to try and keep negative thoughts from creeping into my mind. Now, I know what you are thinking, everyone has negative thoughts. That much is true, but for me, they become obsessive. I have a hard time letting something negative go, and it sits and eats at me and brings me down. Letting it go takes work, and I will be honest, sometimes it’s more work than I am willing or able to do.

So what is the point of all this? Where are the angry Moose rants? They will come. This was something of a catharsis that I really wanted to write and get off my chest. That is part of it. The other part of it is to try and shed some light on depression and other mental diseases. You don’t know how many times I have heard “well just stop feeling so down!” or, “you have so much going for you!” or, my personal favorite “just pull yourself up by your boot straps!” I am not even sure what that means. The point is, if you come across someone who is fighting depression, chances are youdon’treally understand. Unless you have been through it, it is hard to understand. They don’t want to be told that things will be better because to them, they will never be better. To then, all that sounds like is lip service. If you know someone who is struggling with this, just be there for them. Just be a friend. Don’t ever tell them to just get over it, you wouldn’t tell someone with cancer to just stop having cancer, right?

So, that is that. Next time I write, I will find something to complain about. Tim Tebow, the New York Giants, the New York Yankees, something. But I wanted to get this one out of the way first. Thanks for reading.

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Sollywood - I'm Sorry, Eli

I don’t think I’ve ever done a complete 180 regarding my feelings for a player 
on my team the way I have for one Eli Manning. Eli and I got off on the wrong 
foot on Draft Day 2004 when he dictated, without ever taking one snap in the 
NFL, where he would play. Given the tragedy that occurred near the draft, I never liked 
Eli’s sense of entitlement. If his last name was Solomon instead of Manning, no 
one would give a shit about him or his college numbers. So the Giants traded 
Rivers and two picks (Merriman and Kaeding) for Peyton’s little brother. I 
cringed every time Eli took a snap as a Giant. He looked like a deer in the 
headlights. His “awww shucks” mentality after one painful loss after another 
grew thin with me. It stayed that way until 2007 when playoff wins at Tampa, 
Dallas, and Green Bay took the Giants to the Super Bowl. Even the SB win against 
the Patriots didn’t make me an Eli fan, especially when it was more of a case of 
the Pats losing more than the Giants winning. The Pats were an Asante Samuel 
pick or a Randy Moss catch away from winning that game, but whatever.




Something happened this year. Eli went from simply being Peyton’s brother to an 
established QB. Let’s look at the numbers: Over 4900 passing yards, 29 TDs, and 6 wins when the Giants were tied or losing in the 4th quarter. He has a postseason record of 7-3 and this year alone he's thrown for over 900 yards in 3 games to go along with 8 TDs and 1 pick.

He wasn’t great during the NFC title game but he held in against a tough 49ers 
defense. He was sacked 6 times and was hit 20 times, but never turned 
the ball over. A few years ago, he would have caved like a little bitch but not 
this year. Eli Manning has matured as a QB and has finally become the player he 
was projected to be when he was drafted in 2004. I can’t wait to see where he 
goes from here.

So there’s my football post. On a side note, I was going to say something about 
Joe Paterno’s passing but I’ve decided to wait about 12 years before speaking 
up… just like Joe did.

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Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Microwave - "Strip Threes"

Every sports fan that I’ve met is the same.  Regardless of the team you cheer for or the sport they play, every team has a perceived weakness that their fans will fuss about the MOMENT things start to go south.  Sometimes you need one more shooter.  Or a guy who can defend the pass.  Or a decent goalie.  Sometimes your team has a front office that is just laughable.  Or has a coach that has enough talent not to get fired, but also inept to the point where you could show cause for termination multiple times within one game.  Or your team’s just cursed.  By the way, you can figure out who all those teams are on your own time.

My team is, if you haven’t been following, North Carolina basketball.  Born and bred in the Carolinas by a father who was born and bred in the Carolinas, I worshipped at the altar of Dean Smith.  UNC’s current head coach, Roy Williams, was also born and bred in North Carolina and not only worshipped at the altar, but was choir boy, head of the youth group, led Bible study on Tuesday nights, and will ultimately have his own building on church grounds named for him one day, having coached under Dean, found great, but tempered, success at Kansas before returning to Carolina in a much ballyhooed move to replace Matt Doherty in the spring of 2003, days after Roy famously told Bonnie Bernstein that he “could give a shit about Carolina” in the moments after a heartbreaking KU loss to Syracuse in the national championship game, in which his Jayhawks missed about 100 free throws.  That, my friends, is how you do a run-on sentence.  That is NOT, however, the weakness I was referring to earlier.

Having learned the game under Smith, Williams’ philosophy mirrors what Carolina fans watched for 35 seasons in Chapel Hill.  Get easy shots, deny easy shots.  Easy = close.  The nuts and bolts may differ slightly, but the overall theme is the same.  It obviously works.  Check Dean’s W-L record.  Percentage-wise, Roy’s is even better.  The lack of efficient outside shooting is sometimes a sign of concern with given Carolina teams (see multiple Final Four losses), but it’s never a major issue so long as the post players get fed and put up points.  Go back thru the years and there’s a recurring theme at Carolina: great point guards and great big men.  It has continued into the Roy Williams era.  But it’s the defensive side of the ball where Carolina fans see another recurring theme that stems from Dean Smith’s defensive philosophy.

Opponent’s 3 point shooting.

Before 1987, in college basketball, there was no carrot dangling 19 feet, 9 inches away from the hoop.  A made field goal was 2 points.  Whether it was Michael Jordan’s rock-a-bye baby buzzer dunk at Maryland or Walter Davis’ 35 footer at the horn against Duke, two points was two points.  For the first 25 years of Dean Smith’s coaching career, he did not have to diagram a defense predicated around perimeter shooting.  And why would he? There’s a reason big men shoot a higher FG% than perimeter shooters – it’s a closer shot! Protecting the paint was the primary goal of a good defense.  Once the three point line was instituted for the 86-87 season, the game slowly began to evolve into the drive-and-dish offenses we see all over basketball (college and pro) today.  Suddenly, hitting the three ball – while staying away from Dean’s tall monsters down low – became a legit strategy for defeating the perennially elite Tar Heels.

Google “Dennis Scott Tar Heels” and look at the carnage. 

In 1989, in one of the most famous Tar Heel killing performances ever, the sophomore Scott scored 28 in Atlanta against the Heels, hitting 7 of 14 three pointers, the last being a trey at the buzzer after a stolen inbounds pass, a play which resulted in my father’s watch being slung across the living room in complete disgust.  In the first meeting four weeks prior, Scott scored 29 points with a 9-18 long range showing in a 92-85 Carolina win in Chapel Hill.  The next season, Scott and Georgia Tech “Lethal Weapon 3” teammate Brian Oliver scorched Carolina for 37 and 34 points respectively in a 102-75 thrashing, though amazingly, Scott only hit 3 of his 13 three point attempts.  The two combined to take 48 of the Yellow Jackets’ 70 shots, proving the new theory that athletic guards who can shoot the long ball can carve up a Dean Smith defense.  In the Chapel Hill rematch, Scott went off again, this time for 33 points on 7-15 three point shooting, in Carolina’s 81-79 upset win.  Mercifully, Scott left for the NBA, foregoing his senior season and sparing Carolina’s ’91 squad the torture of having to deal with him twice more.  Do the math.  That’s 32 points a game on 43% three point shooting.  (With the 3-13 performance included.)  

Scott’s just one example, one of the worst Carolina offenders of them all, but he played a game we’ve seen played out for 20+ years since.  However, worse than a legitimate NBA player like Scott, is the times when some guy, the average college hoops fan hasn’t heard of (and often playing with the “I wanted to go to Carolina” chip on his shoulder), goes off on Carolina like Scott used to do.  The most recent example of this came a couple of Saturdays ago when Deividas Dulkys, a guy who had only scored in double digits 4 times this season and whose career high in four seasons was 22 points, went bonkers for Florida State, pouring in 32 points on 8-10 long distance shooting in the Seminoles’ rout of UNC.

It was that performance that led me to do some research.  I’m too busy (and/or lazy) to do research of any sort, but Dulkys inexplicable output – and Dick Vitale’s insistence of having his picture taken with the kid – was the breaking point.  Why am I yelling the same things at the TV every time Carolina plays? How can a team so talented get burned by the same crap on a regular basis? Am I imagining this trend? If so, is it as bad as it seems?

For the quickness of this study, I only took data from highly touted Roy Williams’ coached UNC teams – 2005, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2011, 2012.  In the interest of speeding the process along even further, I only looked at UNC losses, thus sparing me the horror of having to examine the 2008 UNC/BC box score where I recall Tyrese Rice scoring roughly 135 first half points in a game in which the Eagles blew a huge lead after Rice mercifully returned to Earth in the second half.  I made note of the final regulation score, what the opposing team shot from long distance in that game, what the opposing team’s 3PT% for that season was, and to what extent that team shooting its season average for the game would’ve affected the outcome, all other things being equal.  The results were not surprising.

Over the five and a half seasons examined, including the current season, Carolina has accrued 28 losses.  Among these include the Roy vs. Kansas Final Four embarrassment, two excruciating Regional Final losses, ACC Tournament losses, holiday tournament defeats, and conference upsets.  Of these nearly six seasons, only four losses came at home, which is notable.  10.5 were on neutral courts, if you want to classify this season’s loss to UNLV in the Las Vegas Invitational as a neutral site, though I’ve never seen the crowd storm the court at a neutral site game before.  Nevertheless, I was looking for a common thread of opposing three point shooting… and I found it.  Of these 28 losses, 22 times the opposing team shot better than its season average.  79% of the time.

The 2005 Champs dropped four games, and while none featured a ridiculous difference in opposing three point shooting percentage, each loss did see the opponent over its season average.  The noticeable numbers came from the opposing guards, as Will Bynum did shoot 5-10 from deep with 35 points in GT’s ACC Semifinal upset of the Heels.  Chris Paul had a crazy good day, though limited from three, when Wake beat Carolina, too.  Nothing too far out of the ordinary.

The 2007 team, however, is a totally different story.  This was Tyler Hansbrough’s sophomore year, with Ty Lawson, Wayne Ellington, and Brandan Wright all freshman.  The team lost seven games, six of which saw the opposing team outshoot its season average from three.  Of those six, including the Regional Final loss to Georgetown, Carolina would’ve won four of them outright had they held their opponent to their season average 3PT%.  Two other cases – at Georgia Tech and the preseason NIT semifinal against Gonzaga – would’ve seen the game come down to a single possession.  In three instances – at NC State, at Virginia Tech, Georgetown, the opponent exceeded 50% from downtown.  Perhaps the 2007 team was better than I had always presumed.  These are staggering numbers – they conceivably could been in the Final Four with ONE LOSS had they defended the long ball.  (Of course, then you’re talking a probable different bracket and whatnot…)

The 2008 Final Four team only lost three times, none on the road, and none with a silly shooting discrepancy.  Strangely enough, the double blowout loss to Kansas in the Final Four saw the Jayhawks below their average clip.  Yes, Duke and Maryland outshot their season averages in wins over Carolina in Chapel Hill, but in only the Maryland game would it have made a difference, and being an 82-80 final, the one shot difference would’ve changed the result, but the game definitely plays out differently if you take that into account.  Out of curiosity, I looked at the BC win anyway, along with the trio of ridiculously hard-fought wins over Clemson that season, as well.  It turns out Tyrese Rice only scored 46 points, but did shoot 8-12 from downtown, well above his personal average of 35%.  BC as a team shot 9-19, well above their 36% season average.  In only one of the three Clemson games did the Tigers outshoot their season average.  In the first meeting, the 90-88 OT thriller at Littlejohn, Clemson only shot 6-24, down from their 37% average.  The double OT rematch at the Smith Center – the closest Clemson has ever come to winning in Chapel Hill – the Tigers shot 43% on the day.  Carolina wouldn’t have needed extra time if they would’ve just guarded the three.  And in the ACC Final, Clemson was just a nick under their season average and maybe it turns it into a one possession game, but UNC still likely takes the crown.

The 2009 Champs were 4-4 in being victimized by teams getting hot from long range, with each team besting its season 3PT%.  The losses at Wake Forest and Maryland are directly correlated to hot shooting, and the 73-70 ACC semifinal loss (without Ty Lawson, of course) saw FSU hit one more long ball than their season average would dictate.  Theoretically, the game changes in the final possessions and possibly goes to OT.  Only the home loss to BC,where Tyrese Rice only score 25 on sub-par shooting, couldn’t be blamed on lack of three point defense, although the Eagles did outshoot their season average.

The 2011 bunch was different, being ranked highly in the preseason, not living up to the hype, losing “Some Other Kid” Larry Drew II, and then gelling into a formidable contender under the reigns of freshman PG Kendall Marshall.  The team lost seven times, with a remarkable three losses coming in games in which the opponent shot worse from the three than its season average.  The third of that set was the loss at Duke, where the Blue Devils may have shot relatively poorly, but Nolan Smith ripped UNC for 34 point on 3-6 long range shooting, and Seth Curry had a big second half with big shots from the three point line.  Losses to Vandy in Puerto Rico, to GT in Atlanta, and the ACC Final loss to Duke saw each opponent outshoot its average, but nothing which would’ve made a difference in the outcome.  The only loss that hot shooting did make a difference?  The East Regional Final defeat by Kentucky, in which the Wildcats hit 12-22 from deep, three shots better than their season average.  Nine points in a 76-69 final goes a long way.

Thus far on the 2012 campaign, the Heels have dropped three games.  Vegas shot 41% from downtown, but the uptick wasn’t the difference in the outcome – that would be Carolina’s stagnant second half offense.  Kentucky was under their season average in UNC’s one point loss at Rupp in December.  Then, of course, the FSU-Dulkys debacle, where the Seminoles would’ve had to miss all but one of their 27 three point attempts for Carolina to have a chance to win.  (UNC showing up in the second half would’ve helped, too.)

That’s it.  22 of Carolina’s 28 losses examined saw the other team outshoot its season 3PT%, an overall average of 41%, a 5% uptick from season averages.  However, when you eliminate the games in which the other team didn’t hit its season average, that deficit jumps to 8%, even as the opponents’ average 3PT% remains at 36%.  The best three point shooting teams in the land don’t shoot 44% on the season.  And if you extrapolate all of the data, they probably don’t against Carolina either.  It goes back to the coaching philosophy – get easy shots, defend easy shots.  Chances are the long ball won’t do the trick, and Roy Williams’ 78.4% winning percentage at Carolina is proof that the system works, even if it drives fans crazy the other 22% of the time.

(Of note, I didn’t dig deep into individual scorers, but the lead scorer and/or shooter for each game examined averaged 24.5 points a game with 3.6 3PM vs. 6.8 3PA, a 53% average.)

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Sollywood - And the Winner Is...

No one after today's announcement. I have nothing against this year's crop of Best Picture nominees but I just feel underwhelmed when looking at this list. I still plan on seeing "The Artist" and would like to see "Hugo," but nothing screams BEST PICTURE the way it used to in previous years. I enjoyed "The Help," "War Horse," and "The Descendants," but the sizzle just isn't there this year.


I know every year can't be 19761989, or 1994 (Gump winning over Pulp AND Shawshank is still a fucking joke but that's for another time), but this can't be the best Hollywood has.

Maybe it's because I'm bitter that Scorsese is being given the love this year that he so deserved for this and this. Maybe it's because my favorite all-time comedian bowed out as Oscar host.

Things should pick up next year, with a new Tarantino flick and Spielberg's "Lincoln" on the horizon. Until then, I'll just have sweet sweet Sly to keep me warm.




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Monday, January 23, 2012

The View From Down Here - Bleed Cubbie Blue

The other sports are just sports.  Baseball is a love.  ~Bryant Gumbel, 1981
For anyone who has taken even the slightest amount of time to get to know me, it's next to impossible not to know that I am an ardent Cub fan.  Al Gallagher, third baseman for the San Francisco Giants in the early 70's, once said:
There are three things in my life which I really love:  God, my family, and baseball.  The only problem - once baseball season starts, I change the order around a bit.
In my case, you can replace "baseball" with "the Cubs".  While I am a baseball fan in general, the Chicago Cubs are my first love.  From my profanity laced tirades against message board posters to my rants against Cubs management, some may say I am more emotionally invested in the Cubs than my own marriage...and during baseball season my wife would be hard pressed to disagree.  


With their streak of futility at 104 years, and not looking like it's going to change - at least not in the next couple years - many people wonder why in the world I would continue to support a team that has been one gigantic gut punch throughout my 35 years of fandom.  And believe me.  Sometimes I wonder that myself. 


Before the 2010 MLB season, the Cubs introduced their "It's a Way of Life" campaign.  For myself, as well as I'm sure, many other fans, this analogy couldn't be any more perfect.  Being a Cub fan is a way of life and has been since I was 3 years old, when my father took me to my first game at Wrigley Field.  (August 16, 1977 to be exact.  I only remember this because my father takes every opportunity to remind me on the anniversary of Elvis Presley's death that we were at Wrigley when they announced it over the PA system.)  


In my case in particular, being a Cub fan is a family affair.  My grandfather was a Cub fan, my father is a Cub fan, and I've already begun passing down the legacy to my 4 year old son, Ryan.  Case in point....




Not to mention, with my dad being the oldest of 15 kids, I have plenty of aunts, uncles, and cousins who also carry on the family tradition.  It would have been futile to try to grow up not rooting for the "Lovable Losers".  During my grandfather's funeral last April (a funeral where all of the pall bearers - myself included - wore a "Cubs Win" pin on our lapels), every single family member in attendance agreed our biggest disappointment was that, even though he lived 85 amazing years, grandpa never did get to see that elusive Cubs World Championship.  As my own father is getting up there in years, I truly hope the same cannot be said for him.


The arrival of the triumvirate of Theo Epstein, Jed Hoyer, and Jason McLeod in Chicago has brought renewed hope in the Windy City.  Most logical fans realize it won't happen overnight, but for the first time in decades, the Cubs' brass seems to have a legitimate plan in place to slay the Billy Goat and give Chicago the party to end all parties.  (On a side note, the parade for the World Champion Chicago Cubs is going to make Sodom and Gamorrah look like child's play.)  But, no matter how bad the Cubs are or ever will be, year after year, like a battered wife, I'll keep coming back for the abuse.
Every player should be accorded the privilege of at least one season with the Chicago Cubs.  That's baseball as it should be played - in God's own sunshine.  And that's really living.  ~Alvin Dark

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