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Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Roger Goodeell Doesn't Have Time to Keep Losing Player Discipline Battles
Yes, the NFL returns to town this week, and if you're like me, you're rather eager for professional football to hit the scene once again. Though the league has done a tremendous job of remaining at the center of the sports world even when games aren't being played, off-season intrigue is a poor substitute for on-the-field excitement. In fact, it could be that all this extra attention on the combine, the draft, free agency, and the pre-season only makes fans more eager to see their teams get back to business. Bonus points: sizing up games and breaking down the action will surely provide a welcome break from the steady stream of drama that Roger Goodell's misguided attempts to serve as judge, jury, and executioner for the league has provided.
Let's face it: Roger can't win for losing. Maybe his heart is in the right place as he works to protect the integrity of the shield by dropping the hammer on players who can't stay out of trouble or teams and players who have a hard time sticking to the rules. Yet it can't be denied that his track record and his overall performance toward those ends have him looking like the Washington Redskins in action. Maybe the commissioner and D.C.'s beloved team in the lovely burgundy and yellow color scheme are competing to see who can lose more and sound less convincing as they work to convince us that they are trying really hard to succeed. Goodell exceeds at pouncing on issues long before the legal system has a chance to do its job when he isn't ordering up investigations that move at a snail's pace. His actions are either too fast or too slow for the NFLPA and the legions of fans who support the NFL, and those same actions are frequently out of touch with the general public's perception of a reasonable process and suitable punishment for the parties in question.
With this in mind, when Goodell took time out of his busy schedule to declare that he was interested in taking a less active role in player discipline moving forward, it was surely welcome news. Of course, being the arrogant titan that he is, Roger didn't acknowledge that this move is a response to the constant stream of jeers, bewilderment, and calls for his job that his efforts to play Wyatt Earp have generated. No, he wants us to believe that he simply doesn't have time to continue his sound imitation of an inept Emperor Palpatine at the helm of the NFL. Said Goodell: "It's become extremely time-consuming and I have to be focused on other issues." While he didn't elaborate on the other issues that he would like to turn into a circus sideshow, he was correct when he noted that a "discipline officer or some type of panel that could make at least the initial decision and then designate on some type of appeal" would allow for "a better system." Of course, it could be said that doing anything differently would result in a better system at this point, so maybe we shouldn't give Roger a prize just yet.
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Wednesday, August 26, 2015
North Dallas Forty by Peter Gent (from 1973)
If you like, you can surf the net a bit and learn more about Gent's days as a player for the Dallas Cowboys. It is kind of neat to know who the various characters in his novel North Dallas Forty are based on and Gent himself is certainly unique. Yet that's not where I'm going to direct the focus of this review, for I think it sells the novel itself a bit short. You see, the real fun doesn't stem from the knowledge that the profane and crafty quarterback of the novel, Seth Maxwell, is based on good old boy Don Meredith. No, the real fun is enjoying Gent's somewhat autobiographical take on the game that so many of us treasure. Unfolding during a single week in the life of a player who is reluctant to sell his soul to the league even if he has already given them his health, North Dallas Forty is a comedy blessed with many laughs and a drama sporting a likable lead who is tested beyond his limits. It is incredibly vulgar and equally insightful, and it is a riveting page-turner of the highest order. To be frank, North Dallas Forty is one of my favorite books, and while Gent may not have proven capable of delivering a truly worthy follow-up, he absolutely nailed it with this irreverent masterpiece. In addition to being absurdly funny and wildly compelling, the novel allows the author to ponder friendship, competition, conformity, sex, love, and purpose, among other things. It's heavy on the drugs, ripe with profanity, downright pornographic at times, and shockingly effective. In spite of all the crazy things that happen during the book, it never loses focus and the characters and their various relationships (to include coach/player, quarterback/receiver, employer/employee, and most importantly, man/woman) are always at the forefront. Gent never loses his momentum and the book doesn't bog down at any point despite being overburdened with stupendous accounts of debauchery and a near total lack of characters who aren't disconnected from the consequences of their actions or recklessly adrift in a tumultuous sea of fear and violence. While it shines an unwelcome light on many practices that were once prevalent in the game (and many that are still presenting problems for the professional athletes who sacrifice themselves to the league in exchange for fame and fortune), North Dallas Forty is a book that fans of the sport should enjoy as much as those who are simply looking for something moving and unruly to read.
Final Grade: A+
Final Grade: A+
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| Football player turned author Peter Gent looks like a proud papa as he poses with copies of North Dallas Forty, one of the best books I have ever been fortunate enough to enjoy. |
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Thursday, April 30, 2015
The Intangibles by Monte Dutton
Yesterday I finished The Intangibles by Monte Dutton, a fine book that had me hooked from the start. I read the last third of this compelling drama in a single sitting, eager to reach the conclusion--which was tense, exciting, comical, and heartbreaking. That's quite an accomplishment. It wasn't all that long ago that I reviewed Monte's novel The Audacity of Dope, and I'm officially going to label myself a fan of his work.
In truth, the prose was much cleaner in The Audacity of Dope and if I wanted to give someone the best example that I could of Monte's writing, I would recommend that one. However, I enjoyed The Intangibles more. It was very raw and very personal, and though it got a little muddy at times, the characters and the story spoke to me on a deeper level. The Audacity of Dope was a slick and entertaining ride that dealt with complex themes in a lighthearted way. The Intangibles takes a similar approach to themes that are more complex and a bit harder to wrestle with. There are a great many laughs to be had while reading this one, but it also boasts some genuinely wretched people and some truly despicable schemes.
The book is set in 1968 and depicts the impact of integration on the people of a small town in South Carolina. Much of the story centers on the local high school, where a pair of determined and thoughtful football coaches work to bring their team together. In the process, they may just bring the community itself together, though there are those who are working just as hard to prevent that from happening. The tale reaches well beyond the football field, following the lives of several players and their friends and relatives as they come to terms with the changing times--or, in many cases, as they fail to do so. It is possible that there a bit too many characters involved and sometimes elements of this saga that deserve more attention seem a bit rushed. Yet life can be equally overcrowded and abrupt, and as such, it is likely that some of this novel's flaws contribute to its authenticity.
There are meditations on more than race relations, as religion, sex, politics, and drug use and abuse play pivotal roles in the way the characters and their relationships develop. As with any worthwhile drama, there are struggles, triumphs, shocking developments, and tragedies housed within the pages of The Intangibles. It is clear throughout that Dutton is writing about things that matter to him, and one has to think that his personal experiences played a significant part in bringing this story to life. While the end result may be a bit overwrought in some places and a bit jarring at times, it is a potent and meaningful story with a lot of soul, and it is surely worth reading. The journey is enlightening and the climax is a stunning example of Monte's wit and talent.
You can purchase a copy of The Intangibles here.
In truth, the prose was much cleaner in The Audacity of Dope and if I wanted to give someone the best example that I could of Monte's writing, I would recommend that one. However, I enjoyed The Intangibles more. It was very raw and very personal, and though it got a little muddy at times, the characters and the story spoke to me on a deeper level. The Audacity of Dope was a slick and entertaining ride that dealt with complex themes in a lighthearted way. The Intangibles takes a similar approach to themes that are more complex and a bit harder to wrestle with. There are a great many laughs to be had while reading this one, but it also boasts some genuinely wretched people and some truly despicable schemes.
The book is set in 1968 and depicts the impact of integration on the people of a small town in South Carolina. Much of the story centers on the local high school, where a pair of determined and thoughtful football coaches work to bring their team together. In the process, they may just bring the community itself together, though there are those who are working just as hard to prevent that from happening. The tale reaches well beyond the football field, following the lives of several players and their friends and relatives as they come to terms with the changing times--or, in many cases, as they fail to do so. It is possible that there a bit too many characters involved and sometimes elements of this saga that deserve more attention seem a bit rushed. Yet life can be equally overcrowded and abrupt, and as such, it is likely that some of this novel's flaws contribute to its authenticity.
There are meditations on more than race relations, as religion, sex, politics, and drug use and abuse play pivotal roles in the way the characters and their relationships develop. As with any worthwhile drama, there are struggles, triumphs, shocking developments, and tragedies housed within the pages of The Intangibles. It is clear throughout that Dutton is writing about things that matter to him, and one has to think that his personal experiences played a significant part in bringing this story to life. While the end result may be a bit overwrought in some places and a bit jarring at times, it is a potent and meaningful story with a lot of soul, and it is surely worth reading. The journey is enlightening and the climax is a stunning example of Monte's wit and talent.
You can purchase a copy of The Intangibles here.
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Thursday, August 28, 2014
Fantasy Football
This weekend it's time for my fantasy football draft, and I'm pretty stoked. I've been running a league I call the FFFL (Fantasy Football Fanatics League) for 14 years now and it's always a joy to see everyone and get the machinery up and running again. We're holding our draft at a local pizzeria this weekend, so it's time to really dig in and get ready for the season. We're going to have 14 members in our league this year, and we're doing some neat things with flex positions on our rosters to allow for a variety of line-ups.
Playing fantasy football generally means that every game holds weight, not just those contests that your favorite team is playing in. It takes NFL fandom to a whole new level. It's also a nice social activity--my wife and my father are also members of my league, to include a number of friends, some of whom I probably would have lost contact with over the years if not for this silly game we take so seriously. If you're a fan of football and you haven't tried it yet, I highly recommend it. We use ESPN's website to run our league, but there are a number of options out there.
I just want to know where I'm picking and get this thing rolling--football season is upon us, peeps. Long live fantasy football and the NFL!
Oh, and one last thing: Go Hawks!
Playing fantasy football generally means that every game holds weight, not just those contests that your favorite team is playing in. It takes NFL fandom to a whole new level. It's also a nice social activity--my wife and my father are also members of my league, to include a number of friends, some of whom I probably would have lost contact with over the years if not for this silly game we take so seriously. If you're a fan of football and you haven't tried it yet, I highly recommend it. We use ESPN's website to run our league, but there are a number of options out there.
I just want to know where I'm picking and get this thing rolling--football season is upon us, peeps. Long live fantasy football and the NFL!
Oh, and one last thing: Go Hawks!
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Justified Keeps Getting Better and Better
Man, I love Justified. For those of you who know me well, this is old news. For those of you who don't, it's probably hard to grasp. I'm not really a big TV guy unless it's football season, and then I'm mostly there for the NFL. On average, I follow maybe 2 or 3 shows, and there have been numerous points in my life when I didn't follow any. I love movies and I read like it's something I'm paid to do, but television has always been the red-headed stepchild of my entertainment family.
And then there's Justified. I'm a big Elmore Leonard fan, I love Timothy Olyphant and Walton Goggins, and this show has thrilled me from the very start. Picking my favorite season would be like trying to pick a favorite child. In some way, shape, or form, each one is my favorite, and thus far the fifth season has been no different.
As we head toward next week's finale, I've never been more excited to see what comes next. Justified has mastered the art of wrapping each season around one big story and telling a multitude of little stories along the way. The way the characters and their relationships have evolved and the way the show has managed to add great talent to the mix each and every year is nothing short of remarkable. I think the series is positively golden, and I can't recommend it enough.
Much of this is old news, I've praised the show frequently before on a number of platforms, and this isn't the first time I worked to spread the Harlan Gospel with my blog. I just want to make sure everyone understands that this love story is really no different from my marriage to the most wonderful woman on the planet; I'm still head over heels in love, I'm still being surprised and thrilled every step of the way, and I'm always eager to tell someone about my joy.
Justified, where the good guys aren't all good, the bad guys aren't all bad, the outcome is never predictable, and the dialogue is impeccable. I firmly believe this is the best show ever, and I can't wait for next week's season finale. Forgive me, however, if I'm trying really hard not to dwell on the fact that the next season will be the last season.
And then there's Justified. I'm a big Elmore Leonard fan, I love Timothy Olyphant and Walton Goggins, and this show has thrilled me from the very start. Picking my favorite season would be like trying to pick a favorite child. In some way, shape, or form, each one is my favorite, and thus far the fifth season has been no different.
As we head toward next week's finale, I've never been more excited to see what comes next. Justified has mastered the art of wrapping each season around one big story and telling a multitude of little stories along the way. The way the characters and their relationships have evolved and the way the show has managed to add great talent to the mix each and every year is nothing short of remarkable. I think the series is positively golden, and I can't recommend it enough.
Much of this is old news, I've praised the show frequently before on a number of platforms, and this isn't the first time I worked to spread the Harlan Gospel with my blog. I just want to make sure everyone understands that this love story is really no different from my marriage to the most wonderful woman on the planet; I'm still head over heels in love, I'm still being surprised and thrilled every step of the way, and I'm always eager to tell someone about my joy.
Justified, where the good guys aren't all good, the bad guys aren't all bad, the outcome is never predictable, and the dialogue is impeccable. I firmly believe this is the best show ever, and I can't wait for next week's season finale. Forgive me, however, if I'm trying really hard not to dwell on the fact that the next season will be the last season.
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Monday, September 9, 2013
Laughter: The Key to Enjoying a Massacre
Here are my tweets chronicling this woeful Monday Night Football game:
8:42 - Philly's guys are going to have full stat lines at the half. Washington's guys are going to have bruises.
8:45 - This isn't even fair. I feel like I'm watching Shaq go one-on-one with Ryan Seacrest.
9:00 - Pop Quiz: Who is a better quarterback? Tonight's version of RG3 or Peter Dante as Gee Grenouille in The Waterboy?
9:15 - If you're a 'Skins fan, look on the bright side: your team still has the ugliest uniforms ever. That has to count for something.
9:30 - Philly has transitioned to their "We feel bad for the other team" defense.
If you want to follow me on Twitter, I'm @jimmybdamned. I have a feeling you're not going to take me up on that if you're a Washington fan, but I live in Southside VA. I know enough Redksins fans.
8:42 - Philly's guys are going to have full stat lines at the half. Washington's guys are going to have bruises.
8:45 - This isn't even fair. I feel like I'm watching Shaq go one-on-one with Ryan Seacrest.
9:00 - Pop Quiz: Who is a better quarterback? Tonight's version of RG3 or Peter Dante as Gee Grenouille in The Waterboy?
9:15 - If you're a 'Skins fan, look on the bright side: your team still has the ugliest uniforms ever. That has to count for something.
9:30 - Philly has transitioned to their "We feel bad for the other team" defense.
If you want to follow me on Twitter, I'm @jimmybdamned. I have a feeling you're not going to take me up on that if you're a Washington fan, but I live in Southside VA. I know enough Redksins fans.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Week 1 Win
It was ugly. It was hot and humid. Yet it was a win, and ugly wins are just as good as masterpieces in the NFL. Kris and I were on hand to watch Seattle beat the Panthers 12 - 7 today, and we had a blast. I knew the Panthers were tough, and playing at 1 p.m. on the East Coast is kind of like rolling the Seahawks out of bed at 10 a.m. to play some ball, but they got the job done.
I didn't expect Carolina to be able to shut down the run like they did, holding Marshawn Lynch to less than 50 yards on the ground. I was also a bit worried as the offense was able to move the ball in spurts without getting into the end zone until the 4th quarter. As with any game where a single score results in a lead change, it was an intense affair, and despite the baseball score it was a good game to watch.
In the end, Russell Wilson got it done, posting a regular season high of 320 yards and hitting 8 different receivers in the process. That kid is special, and the future is bright for Seattle fans. I'm glad I have a wife who loves the NFL (and the Seahawks) as much as I do, and I'm glad the team was able to give us a win in Charlotte today.
Go Hawks!
I didn't expect Carolina to be able to shut down the run like they did, holding Marshawn Lynch to less than 50 yards on the ground. I was also a bit worried as the offense was able to move the ball in spurts without getting into the end zone until the 4th quarter. As with any game where a single score results in a lead change, it was an intense affair, and despite the baseball score it was a good game to watch.
In the end, Russell Wilson got it done, posting a regular season high of 320 yards and hitting 8 different receivers in the process. That kid is special, and the future is bright for Seattle fans. I'm glad I have a wife who loves the NFL (and the Seahawks) as much as I do, and I'm glad the team was able to give us a win in Charlotte today.
Go Hawks!
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Fantasy Football Squad
I definitely made some strange picks this year, but I'm feeling my squad. We do Team
QBs and the QB position and the Defense/Special Teams score more points
than in many leagues. We're also a PPR league, and there are 12 clubs.
I picked at the 5 spot and here's what I landed:
Team QB - Detroit
RB - Steven Jackson
WR - Danny Amendola
WR - Antonio Brown
TE - Greg Olsen
Flex (RB, WR, or TE) - C.J. Spiller
Def/Special Teams - Seattle
K - Blair Walsh
Bench:
James Jones
Justin Blackmon
Daryl Richardson
Sidney Rice
Isaiah Pead
Brandon Pettigrew
KC TQB
I definitely wagered on what I expect in 2013, and I'm eager to see if I can cash in. The Lions will still be the Lions, but they'll sling it around, and I love my depth at RB. I'm really big on Jackson in Atlanta, I love Spiller, and both should finish the season with a lot of receptions. Additionally, I know Jeff Fisher is going to run the ball in St. Louis, it's just a matter of where the carries go. If my WRs stay healthy, I'm looking really good on the PPR end of the spectrum, and I have the best defense out there. I'm solid at TE, and I guess that sums it up.
That's my take, anyway.
Team QB - Detroit
RB - Steven Jackson
WR - Danny Amendola
WR - Antonio Brown
TE - Greg Olsen
Flex (RB, WR, or TE) - C.J. Spiller
Def/Special Teams - Seattle
K - Blair Walsh
Bench:
James Jones
Justin Blackmon
Daryl Richardson
Sidney Rice
Isaiah Pead
Brandon Pettigrew
KC TQB
I definitely wagered on what I expect in 2013, and I'm eager to see if I can cash in. The Lions will still be the Lions, but they'll sling it around, and I love my depth at RB. I'm really big on Jackson in Atlanta, I love Spiller, and both should finish the season with a lot of receptions. Additionally, I know Jeff Fisher is going to run the ball in St. Louis, it's just a matter of where the carries go. If my WRs stay healthy, I'm looking really good on the PPR end of the spectrum, and I have the best defense out there. I'm solid at TE, and I guess that sums it up.
That's my take, anyway.
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Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Seahawk Fever
I don't know if it has ever been more exciting to be a fan of the Seattle Seahawks. Surely there has never been so much hype surrounding Seattle heading into the season. The Legion of Boom is poised to lay the smack down for one of the best defenses in football. The coach is cool. The running back could plow through a brick wall if he so desired, and the quarterback looks totally legit. Yes, the future is bright. This isn't a team that is built to win now, either--this is a time that is built to win for a while.
The NFL frequently defies expectations, and as with anything, there are no guarantees. Regardless, I can't wait for Week 1. Did I mention that my wife and are I going to be in Charlotte to watch the Panthers get smacked around in 11 days?
My prediction: Seattle has all the tools. I think they'll win their division, and they should definitely make the playoffs. The division crown could go to San Fran, another stellar unit, and I'm not sleeping on any of the teams in the NFC West (remember when they used to call it the NFC Worst?), but this 12th man is stoked.
Go Hawks!
The NFL frequently defies expectations, and as with anything, there are no guarantees. Regardless, I can't wait for Week 1. Did I mention that my wife and are I going to be in Charlotte to watch the Panthers get smacked around in 11 days?
My prediction: Seattle has all the tools. I think they'll win their division, and they should definitely make the playoffs. The division crown could go to San Fran, another stellar unit, and I'm not sleeping on any of the teams in the NFC West (remember when they used to call it the NFC Worst?), but this 12th man is stoked.
Go Hawks!
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
From the Archives: The Best of Times
Yes, I'm still recycling, but there's a method to the madness. Football is almost upon us, and that means it's time . . . for The Best of Times. This piece was also originally published in RVA Magazine. Enjoy!
From the Archives:
The Best of Times
What is it?
The Best of Times is
a 1986 comedy starring Robin Williams and Kurt Russell. In the film, the two reside in the small town
of Taft, where lovable loser Jack Dundee (Williams) is still haunted by the
pass from local hero Reno Hightower (Russell) that he dropped in the big
football game 13 years ago. Dundee
decides to stage the game once again in the hopes of atoning for his biggest
mistake, but first he has to sell this ridiculous idea to both the town and his
former teammates. Once he manages to do
that, it will be a miracle if he can get his old team in shape, and speaking of
miracles, do you think Jack can actually catch the ball this time out?
Why don’t I know
about it?
The film didn’t win over many critics or audiences when it
debuted, and despite being televised routinely after its release and gaining a
meager following, The Best of Times never
really evolved into a true sleeper either.
What makes it unique?
Before Ron Shelton (Bull
Durham, White Men Can’t Jump, Blue Chips, Cobb, The Great White Hype, Tin Cup,
Play it to the Bone) gained notoriety for creating some of the
best-received sports films ever made, he wrote this little gem for Kings Road
Entertainment. Shelton got the idea for
the film when the high school he attended in Santa Barbara actually re-staged
several big games against rival San Marcos in the early 80s as part of a
fund-raising effort. The first such game
was a huge success, selling out, and according to Shelton sub-sequent games
were also successful until the practice was discontinued due to injuries.
Shelton has some issues with the piece, most notably his
displeasure in regards to an epilogue left unfilmed. He also doesn’t like some of director Roger
Spottiswoode’s choices, though he claims that the studio gave the director a
tough time. Shelton wasn’t pleased with
the publicity the film received either, and as far as business relationships
are concerned, he writes the whole thing off as a very bad experience.
Kurt Russell was already a budding star when this picture
was made, but Williams was just a zany comic with some success in television
and a few mediocre films under his belt who would hit the big time with Good Morning, Vietnam a year later in
1987. They have great chemistry here,
and the film works best when it is centered squarely on their shoulders, yet
they have never shared the screen again.
When I was composing this piece I couldn’t find any
commentary from the stars themselves.
That leads me to believe that this film probably doesn’t rank among
their personal favorites, though it is entirely possible that they have made
comments to the contrary that aren’t currently available.
For the most part, this is a truly a forgotten film within
the industry. Despite the star power and
the creativity at work behind-the-scenes, there isn’t a lot of fanfare for this
one to be found. In fact, while I was
putting this piece together, I didn’t find any retrospectives or features devoted
to The Best of Times, though I should
not that there are a wealth of forums and reviews where fans express their
strong feelings for the film.
Is it any good?
I have loved this picture for a long time. I have loved this movie for at least as long
as I have loved football, and that’s a very long time indeed. It is a bit clumsy in places and I know the
stars of this piece have certainly offered up better performances, but this
will always be a personal favorite of mine for a variety of reasons.
First off, Kurt was at a point here where he could no wrong,
and his Reno Hightower is a joy to watch.
Kurt doesn’t miss a beat throughout this irreverent and ultimately
heart-warming little oddity. Williams is
often a bit much for yours truly, but here he is subdued enough (and trust me,
a subdued Robin Williams is still a lot like you or I on crack) to amuse me
without annoying me. His Jack Dundee is
a wounded man, but seldom has another man’s misery been so incredibly funny to
behold. The scene where he goes to a
massage parlor and pays someone to listen to his agonizing self-dissection, all
of which is based upon dropping the football in the big game, is one of his
funniest bits ever, and he is consistently amusing throughout.
While clearly the stars of the piece, Russell and Williams
receive a lot of help from a great cast.
M. Emmet Walsh, R.G. Armstrong, Pamela Reed, Holly Palance, and Donald
Moffat are all game for this quirky comedy, and everyone brings some humor to
the mix. Everyone fares well unless they
happen to be involved in a poorly-staged song and dance routine that is
positively embarrassing to behold and nearly drags the whole affair into
oblivion. Yet the film survives and
offers up several far more entertaining and memorable setpieces along the
way.
Williams and Russell are both at the top of their game
throughout, and their reliable performances are a model of consistency. This is my favorite film featuring Robin
Williams, and in truth I like Russell’s Reno Hightower almost as much as I like
Snake Plissken, Jack Burton, and R.J. MacReady.
That’s high praise indeed coming from yours truly, and if you don’t
believe that you need to take another look at my Top 5 John Carpenter
Films.
Additionally, the home stretch is definitely a
crowd-pleaser. The film that stumbles occasionally
in the first and second acts really nails the big game in the third act. Russell is truly magnificent, and the fire
and determination he shows in this muddy battle makes you want to go out and
block for him. The film becomes
surprisingly dramatic as the contest unfolds, and it’s hard not to cheer when
fate is kind enough to offer Jack a shot at redemption in the closing
seconds.
The verdict:
The Best of Times isn’t
a great picture, yet it still works.
Don’t be surprised if there are a few scenes in the mix that are so bad
you can’t comprehend why they weren’t cut altogether, and yet don’t be
surprised if you do find yourself incredibly moved by the silly happenings of
this fun little film. It’s whimsical,
it’s absurd, it’s a little sloppy here and there, and it is anchored by two
terrific performers in great roles who make us care about this imperfect movie
that slipped through the cracks. In the
end, The Best of Times succeeds
because it is fueled by warmth and a premise we can all identify with—after all, who wouldn’t like a shot to make
up for at least one grievous error from the past—and even if it is a bit
rough around the edges, it remains a lovable winner with a lot of heart.
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Monday, December 10, 2012
Seahawks 58, Cardinals 0
Seriously?
Wow.
It is pretty damn exciting to be a Seahawks fan these days. I know I'll never see another game play out like the one that unfolded yesterday. I can't imagine how Arizona's fans must feel, but we Seahawks fans have walked through our fair share of valleys. I'm definitely going to savor this one, and I'm looking forward to watching this team play in the post-season.
Go Hawks!
Friday, November 30, 2012
Good People, Good Times
Step 1) Add Philmo.
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| Philmo |
Warning: adding either too little Philmo or too much Philmo to the occasion could be counter-productive. Philmo is highly combustible and should not be left unattended around any fuels or sharp objects.
You follow the rules and it's a great story with a happy ending, but if you drop the ball shit could get out of hand.
Step 2) Add football.
This works even if the game features the Saints and the Falcons and Drew Brees plays he has been drinking more than we have. Seriously, watching the Saints last night reminded me of playing a game of Madden against an idiot using a great team. There will be moments of beauty and perhaps even flashes of brilliance, but in the end, it's not going to be pretty.
Step 3) Cook deer meat.
This is easily accomplished when Philmo (a.k.a. Deerslayer 2012) is on hand. Have Lisa and Brandi cook it tag-team style for best results. Serve with biscuits, gravy, and well, hell, if you've got deer meat, biscuits, and gravy, feel free to serve it up with anything else you find laying around. I like your chances.
Step 4) Enjoy!
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| Evil Dick and Master Gibbs |
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| Brandi |
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| Lisa and Gibbs |
I've had my share.
Cue flashback sequence:
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| A photo of Philmo and the Ten Pin crowd enjoying the music once upon a when |
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| All right, guys, close your eyes and smile! |
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| I bet he's playing a solo. |
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| Jerry Dillard and the finest kit money ever bought. |
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012
From the Archives: The Best of Times
What is it?
The Best of Times is
a 1986 comedy starring Robin Williams and Kurt Russell. In the film, the two reside in the small town
of Taft, where lovable loser Jack Dundee (Williams) is still haunted by the
pass from local hero Reno Hightower (Russell) that he dropped in the big
football game 13 years ago. Dundee
decides to stage the game once again in the hopes of atoning for his biggest
mistake, but first he has to sell this ridiculous idea to both the town and his
former teammates. Once he manages to do
that, it will be a miracle if he can get his old team in shape, and speaking of
miracles, do you think Jack can actually catch the ball this time out?
Why don’t I know
about it?
The film didn’t win over many critics or audiences when it
debuted, and despite being televised routinely after its release and gaining a
meager following, The Best of Times never
really evolved into a true sleeper either.
What makes it unique?
Before Ron Shelton (Bull
Durham, White Men Can’t Jump, Blue Chips, Cobb, The Great White Hype, Tin Cup,
Play it to the Bone) gained notoriety for creating some of the
best-received sports films ever made, he wrote this little gem for Kings Road
Entertainment. Shelton got the idea for
the film when the high school he attended in Santa Barbara actually re-staged
several big games against rival San Marcos in the early 80s as part of a
fund-raising effort. The first such game
was a huge success, selling out, and according to Shelton sub-sequent games
were also successful until the practice was discontinued due to injuries.
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| Ron Shelton |
Shelton has some issues with the piece, most notably his
displeasure in regards to an epilogue left unfilmed. He also doesn’t like some of director Roger
Spottiswoode’s choices, though he claims that the studio gave the director a
tough time. Shelton wasn’t pleased with
the publicity the film received either, and as far as business relationships
are concerned, he writes the whole thing off as a very bad experience.
Kurt Russell was already a budding star when this picture
was made, but Williams was just a zany comic with some success in television
and a few mediocre films under his belt who would hit the big time with Good Morning, Vietnam a year later in
1987. They have great chemistry here,
and the film works best when it is centered squarely on their shoulders, yet
they have never shared the screen again.
When I was composing this piece I couldn’t find any
commentary from the stars themselves.
That leads me to believe that this film probably doesn’t rank among
their personal favorites, though it is entirely possible that they have made
comments to the contrary that aren’t currently available.
For the most part, this is a truly a forgotten film within
the industry. Despite the star power and
the creativity at work behind-the-scenes, there isn’t a lot of fanfare for this
one to be found. In fact, while I was
putting this piece together, I didn’t find any retrospectives or features devoted
to The Best of Times, though I should
not that there are a wealth of forums and reviews where fans express their
strong feelings for the film.
Is it any good?
I have loved this picture for a long time. I have loved this movie for at least as long
as I have loved football, and that’s a very long time indeed. It is a bit clumsy in places and I know the
stars of this piece have certainly offered up better performances, but this
will always be a personal favorite of mine for a variety of reasons.
First off, Kurt was at a point here where he could no wrong,
and his Reno Hightower is a joy to watch.
Kurt doesn’t miss a beat throughout this irreverent and ultimately
heart-warming little oddity. Williams is
often a bit much for yours truly, but here he is subdued enough (and trust me,
a subdued Robin Williams is still a lot like you or I on crack) to amuse me
without annoying me. His Jack Dundee is
a wounded man, but seldom has another man’s misery been so incredibly funny to
behold. The scene where he goes to a
massage parlor and pays someone to listen to his agonizing self-dissection, all
of which is based upon dropping the football in the big game, is one of his
funniest bits ever, and he is consistently amusing throughout.
While clearly the stars of the piece, Russell and Williams
receive a lot of help from a great cast.
M. Emmet Walsh, R.G. Armstrong, Pamela Reed, Holly Palance, and Donald
Moffat are all game for this quirky comedy, and everyone brings some humor to
the mix. Everyone fares well unless they
happen to be involved in a poorly-staged song and dance routine that is
positively embarrassing to behold and nearly drags the whole affair into
oblivion. Yet the film survives and
offers up several far more entertaining and memorable setpieces along the
way.
Williams and Russell are both at the top of their game
throughout, and their reliable performances are a model of consistency. This is my favorite film featuring Robin
Williams, and in truth I like Russell’s Reno Hightower almost as much as I like
Snake Plissken, Jack Burton, and R.J. MacReady.
That’s high praise indeed coming from yours truly.
Additionally, the home stretch is definitely a
crowd-pleaser. The film that stumbles occasionally
in the first and second acts really nails the big game in the third act. Russell is truly magnificent, and the fire
and determination he shows in this muddy battle makes you want to go out and
block for him. The film becomes
surprisingly dramatic as the contest unfolds, and it’s hard not to get all mushy inside when
fate is kind enough to offer Jack a shot at redemption in the closing
seconds.
The verdict:
The Best of Times isn’t
a great picture, yet it still works.
Don’t be surprised if there are a few scenes in the mix that are so bad
you can’t comprehend why they weren’t cut altogether, and yet don’t be
surprised if you do find yourself incredibly moved by the silly happenings of
this fun little film. It’s whimsical,
it’s absurd, it’s a little sloppy here and there, and it is anchored by two
terrific performers in great roles who make us care about this imperfect movie
that slipped through the cracks. In the
end, The Best of Times succeeds
because it is fueled by warmth and a premise we can all identify with—after all, who wouldn’t like a shot to make
up for at least one grievous error from the past—and even if it is a bit
rough around the edges, it remains a lovable winner with a lot of heart.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Oh Glorious Sunday!
It's Sunday evening, and even though it got dark way too early I'm sporting a smile thanks to sports.
Yes, I'm a Seattle Seahawks fan, and the Beast and the rook both played well.
Wilson continued his effective rookie campaign by completing 16 out of 24 passes for 173 yards and 3 touchdowns with no interceptions. He added 27 yards on the ground and was only sacked once.
Marshawn contributed 124 yards on 26 carries with a single score, and he also caught 2 passes for 26 yards.
The Seahawks defeated the Vikings at home to move to 5-4.
After nearly three decades of rooting for Seattle, I've really learned to cherish every victory, so I would be on cloud nine right now anyway, but it gets better.
I've got Doug Martin on my fantasy team.
He's just some rookie who carried the ball 25 times for 251 yards and 4 touchdowns. He probably scored more points than some of the teams in my league managed this week. Well, maybe not, but the kid went off and I should certainly win my game as a result. I'll keep you in the loop.
Now, it's time to settle back, watch a few highlights, and then . . .
The Walking Dead!
Yes, I'm a Seattle Seahawks fan, and the Beast and the rook both played well.
Wilson continued his effective rookie campaign by completing 16 out of 24 passes for 173 yards and 3 touchdowns with no interceptions. He added 27 yards on the ground and was only sacked once.
Marshawn contributed 124 yards on 26 carries with a single score, and he also caught 2 passes for 26 yards.
The Seahawks defeated the Vikings at home to move to 5-4.
After nearly three decades of rooting for Seattle, I've really learned to cherish every victory, so I would be on cloud nine right now anyway, but it gets better.
I've got Doug Martin on my fantasy team.
He's just some rookie who carried the ball 25 times for 251 yards and 4 touchdowns. He probably scored more points than some of the teams in my league managed this week. Well, maybe not, but the kid went off and I should certainly win my game as a result. I'll keep you in the loop.
Now, it's time to settle back, watch a few highlights, and then . . .
The Walking Dead!
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