Vancouver 2010: A Fuster Cluck of Olympic Proportions

Posted By jersey2bronx on February 18, 2010

Make no mistake.  I love the Olympics, especially the Winter Games, and I have been thoroughly entertained by this year’s competition.  From Apolo Anton Ohno’s amazing speed and Shaun White’s incredible acrobatics, to mogul skier Alexandre Bilodeau’s winning gold for his native Canada (the first on home soil) and for his brother with Cerebral Palsy, there has been much to cheer for and take in.   However, this doesn’t change the fact that the Vancouver games have been one of the most problem-plagued ongoing events in modern history.

First, there was the tragic death of Georgian Luger Nodar Kumaritashvili on a track that had previously drawn criticism from individuals within the sport for being “too fast” and unsafe.  Now, most reasonable-minded folks think luge is a sport that is too fast and unsafe on ANY track, so when people who are actually part of the sport make comments like that, how does nobody listen?  This is a tragedy that clearly could have been avoided, and a shame that will no doubt weigh over Vancouver and the IOC for years to come.

Next, there was the Opening Ceremonies, and the failed lighting of the Olympic Cauldron – a moment that will likely come to symbolize these games in more ways than one.  Who will ever forget the pained look on “the Great One” Wayne Gretzky’s face, as he, and the rest of us, waited endlessly for “something” to happen that never did?  What an odd, and somewhat anticlimactic moment it was seeing the partial torch go up, even though we were later treated to a “save” by Gretzky as he rode across town in the back of a pickup truck, getting pelted by rain all the way, to light the “real” Olympic Cauldron in an outdoor park for all to see.  Of course, it wasn’t until about a week later that it actually could be seen by all, once the city finally bowed to public pressure to remove fences that were obstructing views.

Finally, there’s the seemingly endless string of postponements due to track conditions (not to mention countless stumbles, falls, and other challenges the competitors do not normally have to contend with).  It is unfair to put all of this on Vancouver, as the region has been experiencing its mildest winter in years, with record lows and excessive rainfall at the most inopportune of times.   However, it’s not only the outdoor tracks that have been experiencing problems.  Due to malfunctions by the new-fangled “green” electric ice resurfacers, which rendered the speed tracks useless by carving deep grooves into the ice and belching out hot water and ice shavings, several indoor events were delayed (and in a victory for “old school” ice cleaning, a tried and true 10 year old Zamboni was brought in from Calgary to fix the mess, and get the games back off the ground).

Again, this is not to say that the games have not been worth watching – there have certainly been enough moments to cling to, and there will likely be more before the flame is extinguished.  It also goes without saying that this is not the first, nor is it the only city to have issues.  The Olympics are perhaps one of the most challenging undertakings any city can accept.  It just seems that in this case, in the wake of so many problems plaguing the games, Vancouver may have bitten off more than it could chew.   London (2012 Summer), Sochi (2014 Winter), and Rio (2016 Summer) should be taking note, as should any and all cities putting in bids to host the Olympics in the future.

Oh, and just a song before I go…

Who the hell is running NBC these days?  Showing events to the West Coast on tape delay, even in prime time, when those events are happening LIVE ON THE WEST COAST?!   Really?!   That kind of stupidity speaks volumes.   But hey… at least they haven’t booted Bob Costas in favor of Jay Leno.  That’s something.

Snowpocalypse II: Electric Boogaloo

Posted By jersey2bronx on February 10, 2010

This Team is Your Team, This Team is My Team

Posted By jersey2bronx on January 23, 2010

All of New York has JETS fever at the moment.  The bastard franchise of New York, the other NY football team, the non-GIANTS, or whatever you like to call them 11 months out of the year – those guys are on top of the New York football world at the moment, carrying with them the hopes and dreams of New York, New Jersey, and even parts of Connecticut.  If you live in the tri-state area, you have no doubt noticed things have gotten much greener lately.  JETS merchandise is selling like hotcakes at MODELLS and other assorted sporting goods stores.  People are proudly displaying their JETS pride with hats, t-shirts, sweaters, jerseys and jackets.  Suddenly, New York and its surrounding area has become Jets country.   All I can say is, WHAT THE FUCK???!!!

Don’t get me wrong – I am very happy for the Jets, and I am pulling for them with all of my heart and soul.  However, I am not a “Jets fan” and nor would I pretend to be.   I have never had any ill will towards the Jets, unless they were playing or could otherwise impact the fortunes of my beloved Pittsburgh Steelers, and I’d even go so far as to say that I’ve always kind of liked them.   They are the prototypical underdog;  “lovable losers” with a Charlie Brown-esque “football pulled out from under them” quality that makes them somewhat endearing.  That said, they are not my team.  That means, I can and do root for them (again, so long as they don’t get in the way of my team), but I can never consider myself a “fan” of theirs.  That is a term reserved only for the special individuals who have lived and died with this team, who have suffered through the bad times, who have endured mockery and mean-spirited jabs from fans of every other team (especially from fans of the other, more beloved New York franchise).  This is their time – not mine, and not yours.  Their admission to this ride was paid long ago, and has been paid again and again over the years, and the cost has been much more than that of a New Era ballcap.

I’m sure the same phenomenon is happening in other cities, and that it is not limited to the Jets.  I’m sure that Saints, Vikings, and Colts merchandise are clearing shelves as well from sea to shining sea.  Of course, its easy to root for a team like the Saints because they have come to epitomize the devastation, and subsequent re-birth of New Orleans, but if you put on a Saints jersey without being a fan, or intending to make a lifelong commitment to becoming a fan, then you are insulting every real fan of that franchise who has been with them since they were “the ‘Aints,” the joke of the National Football League.  Similar things could be said for the Vikings fans, who have had to endure years of great teams that decided to choke at the worst possible moment, or the Colts who nobody cared about for years after they packed up and moved out of Baltimore, until Mr. Manning showed up.   The point is this – fandom is earned, not bought.  You can’t stay away from the bad times, only to buy in when times are good.  You also shouldn’t be so quick to abandon YOUR team, whoever that team may be, just because they haven’t made it as far as your newly adopted one.  It is not fair, and it is not right, and it only serves to put a spotlight on how much of a jackass you and the other bandwagon fans are.

So… this Sunday, and on Super Bowl Sunday, pick a team and root them on.  Wear similar colors, if you want to show your support; but don’t go out and buy merchandise and pretend that you are a part of that team’s fanbase.  Don’t diminish the true fans’ moment by trying to make yourself a part of it.  They’ve waited through years of struggle and disappointment for this; you waited on line at MODELLS.

A New Dawn, A New Day

Posted By jersey2bronx on January 2, 2010

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before….

Man begins a blog, and gets all hyped up about it.  Posts frantically for a couple of weeks, and then leaves his blog for dead.   We all know this story.  In fact, readers of my old blog (if any of them actually existed) know this story all too well.

I will admit it – I’m a blog abandoner.  A discarder.  A quiter.  A downright, no good flat-leaver.

Of course, I’m not without my reasons, and I’ve spelled these reasons out before.  I won’t go into detail on them, for fear of rehashing old blog posts and boring the 2 or 3 of you who actually read my old blogs.  I will simply say this – I have a tendency to let my inspiration and desire to post be thwarted by an internal, “Who the @#$% are you, and why should anyone care?” response.  The last thing in the world that I want is to be seen as just another self-indulgent prick who thinks he’s funny, or who believes that his opinion matters so much he has to post it on the web and say, “LOOK AT ME!  LOOK AT ME!”  To avoid this, I’ve rationalized blogging as something I was doing strictly for my own enjoyment, and as an exercise in writing, and I’ve said as much in a number of my blogs.  I’ve sanitized previous blogs to ensure they were free of self-indulgent-prickiness (as well as an audience), and then I’ve found myself wondering why I end up getting bored and quitting them.

Thanks to Twitter and Facebook, I finally know the answer.  You see, after about a year and a half of tweeting with strangers, and facebooking with friends and family new and old, I’ve come to the conclusion that I AM funny, and that my opinion DOES matter so much to me that I have to post it on the web and say LOOK AT ME!  LOOK AT ME!  In short, I AM a self-indulgent prick!  I’ve just been in denial for a very, very long time.

So, after this breakthrough I came to the inevitable conclusion that I needed to not only start blogging again, but also to take it up a notch and register my own domain.

So, here it is – www.Jersey2Bronx.com, my little home on the web.  I sincerely hope you enjoy your visit, and that you realize that despite the attention-whoredness syndrome I just described, what I would love most on here is INTERACTION.  Its no fun if its just about me.   So, here’s hoping that you enjoy your visit enough to come back, and that we can engage each other time and again going forward.

Cheers!

Sean

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jersey2bronx

Teacher, student, writer, reader, lover, fighter, nice guy, total prick. On any given day, I can be each or all of the above, but ultimately I'm just a guy trying to get through the day without taking life, or myself too seriously.