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Playing Hardball, Again
According to stories this weekend in The Tampa Tribune, there's a stadium debate — let's say "brewing" — in Tampa/St. Petersburg, and many sports lawyers and other interested observers say it's just a matter of time before MLB Commissioner Bud Selig gets intimately involved. Though the Rays are locked into a stadium-use agreement at Tropicana Field through 2027, the team has on several occasions over the past several years advocated for a new stadium that would receive public financing, and as recently as February, Selig delivered his usual message to area residents: "It almost boggles my mind that there's a debate. They need a new stadium."

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Selig and Bob DuPuy, the MLB president and COO, have utilized this tactic repeatedly (Selig for more than 15 years), in Miami, Minneapolis, Oakland, Philadelphia and Selig's hometown of Milwaukee — and it almost boggles my mind that they get away with it as often as they do. No one is debating the desirability of having Major League Baseball, of course, only who should pay for the privilege, and Selig has regularly threatened cities with the loss of their franchises if they don't pony up the cash. Back in 2001, Selig wrote to Florida State Sen. Alex Villalobos warning the Miami lawmaker that the state faced the prospect of losing the Marlins, prompting then-state Sen. Kendrick Meek to liken Selig to "Johnny Soprano" — he meant "Tony," but anyway, the larger point was clear. Miami wasn't going to be intimidated by a bunch of MLB goons.

We know how that one turned out. In market after market — 24 of them since 1991 — Major League Baseball owners have gotten lawmakers to vote for their interests, while portraying the use of public funds as an investment in local jobs, an important boost to the tax rolls and so on. Minnesota's new park opens next week, and you're sure to read opinion pieces that use a sellout crowd on opening day to justify whatever money was spent. But don't fool yourself — it still represents public money spent to secure a private enterprise, out of fear of a retaliatory strike against a city's "major league" status.

I did a search for Selig's past comments on these matters, and one was particularly striking. In 2006, Selig voiced MLB's commitment to South Florida *if* the community made a substantial financial commitment. (As an aside, it was interesting that Selig used the team's poor stadium lease arrangement as something that threatened the team's survival, neglecting to mention that MLB owners sold Miami a franchise 13 years earlier with full knowledge of what its ballpark lease would be.) What was fascinating was how naked Selig's self-interest was...here he was in the Miami Herald (emphasis mine):

"Ballparks are the only economic variable that can control your fortune. Everything else is fixed. So the one thing that you need to do is try to maximize your revenue with a ballpark. You can talk about revenue sharing, you can talk about everything else. [But] if [you're] sitting with a ballpark that in and of itself will produce extra revenue, and I'm the same size market and I can't produce it, where else am I supposed to get it? An owner can only do what his franchise can produce in revenue. He isn't spending his money. He's spending the market's money."

Professional sports teams rightfully view new stadiums as needed producers of revenue. They're a fine investment for teams, as has been demonstrated by huge increases in such teams' value after their new facilities come online. But nowhere here do I see an argument for a huge public investment, especially at a time when cities are really needing to, you know, control their fortune.

Posted At 9:20 AM • Comments (1)

Throwing Stones
I found myself facedown on the ice sheet at the Madison (Wis.) Curling Club on Sunday afternoon — with my kids watching. And my wife. But oddly enough, I wasn’t too embarrassed.

In fact, I now have new respect for the activity that some of my friends refused to call a “sport” during the Winter Olympics. The core muscles and balancing technique required to accurately (and powerfully) throw a polished 42-pound granite stone across textured ice with a piece of Teflon-like material called a slider underneath one shoe certainly is no simple task. Actually, it’s extremely difficult.

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I particularly had trouble with the balancing part, trying to keep my right foot on the slider and throw the stone with my left hand as both of my legs slowly spread out from underneath me like a pair of giant scissors. Given that this was a demo for kids, though, Lester the instructor only allowed me two throws; otherwise, I’m sure I would have gotten the hang of it after just a few more.

A friend told my wife and me about the Madison Curling Club’s free open house and demonstration session, so we took our 13-year-old daughter Kayla and 10-year-old son Tyler to check it out. The club — which operates in a straightforward $1.3 million facility with six curling sheets and a spacious, inviting gathering/spectator area — benefits from introducing newcomers to the sport by collecting names and e-mail addresses of attendees. I’m sure I’ll get an e-mail late this summer, encouraging me to sign the kids up for Sunday leagues that begin around Halloween every year. For $50, participants between the ages of 8 and 18 receive nine weeks of instruction and game experience. Of course, they must get used to the terminology (“biter,” “hog line” and “vice-skip”) and etiquette (high-fiving isn’t allowed, at least at the Madison Curling Club), but they also learn a sport they can play well into old age.

Both of my children are active in competitive swimming, another lifetime sport. And while Kayla didn’t particularly enjoy her curling experience enough to join a league, Tyler thinks curling on frozen water might be a nice complement to swimming in warmer water. If that’s the case, I’ll be there to encourage him in his new endeavor; just don’t expect me to get back on the ice.

Posted At 10:19 AM • Comments (0)

Augie's Army
It was a night of dress blues and olive drab, and ultimately a lot of green. The fifth annual B*A*S*H for MDA's Augie's Quest raised more than $822,000 toward amytorphic lateral sclerosis research Friday during the 29th International Health Racquet and Sportsclub Association Convention & Trade Show in San Diego.

"It's a very healthy number," says Kelly Campbell, associate director of business development for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. "We're actually up about $200,000 from last year."

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Attendance was up, too, to 775 party-goers — many donning the "Army chic" attire encouraged by event chairman and IHRSA icon John McCarthy and this year's B*A*S*H committee. Fifty active military service members from local bases greeted guests, who surveyed auction items arranged on camouflage-draped tables situated amid a vintage Army ambulance, a Willys Jeep and an artillery cannon. Emcee Jann Carl looked more like an Andrews sister than a former "Entertainment Tonight" correspondent as she enthusiasticlly announced to the dinner audience that she was "reporting for duty."

Of course, the entire evening was a collective, heart-felt salute to its chief inspirational officer, Augie Nieto, the fitness entrepreneur whose personal battle with ALS led to the launch in 2006 of Augie's Quest Cure ALS. With the help of additional fundraising efforts, Augie's Quest has raised nearly $22.5 million since the inaugural Bash.

"Augie was again overwhelmed by all that the fitness industry has done," Campbell says. "He was happy to see all the familiar faces and certainly appreciated all the support."
Posted At 9:06 AM • Comments (1)

Waive Hello!
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I'm a member of an over-40 men's indoor soccer team, Code Blue. So, last Tuesday night, I'm marking a guy as he swings around my right, and as I turn to give chase upfield, I hear a loud pop! in my knee and hit the turf, screaming. There's no mistaking the sound of a torn ACL, or of the person suffering it (I was actually taken aback by my own involuntary screams).

Five days of lying in bed, now hard at work doing the exercises to prep myself for surgery, I've had some time to think about certain aspects of the experience. I signed a waiver at the beginning of the season, of course, agreeing that I would not hold Breakaway Sports or its employees liable for their own negligence. It would not occur to me that my injury was caused by anyone's negligence, other than my own. The injury occurred halfway through the second half, at 10:15 at night; I am almost positive that, tired, I failed to lift my foot sufficiently as I turned my upper body, causing the rupture. Interestingly, though, the referee said to me after I was carried from the field and set on the bench with two small Baggies of ice cubes, "That happens, man, it is so easy to get your foot caught in this turf."

Out of such innocuous comments are ambulance chasers born or hired. Is there something wrong with the turf at Breakaway? Have other players been injured under similar circumstances, or on the same part of the field? Is there a seam there, some defect that might have been responsible for wrecking my summer, taking away my favorite activities of soccer and running, and leaving me facing seven months of rehab?

The fact that these questions suddenly occur to me, a non-litigious writer of articles about liability issues, means that the facility's owners ought probably sit down with their employees and go over protocol in the event of an injury to a customer. By all means, help him off the field, get him some ice, file an injury report, but don't suggest to someone in pain that the field might be responsible for his pain.
Posted At 8:56 AM • Comments (4)

Outta Sight
Looking back on the 21st Winter Games in Vancouver, one of the more compelling stories to emerge late last week was that of bobsled driver Steve Holcomb, who steered the United States to its first gold medal in the sport in 62 years.

On the brink of blindness and bobsled retirement, Holcomb underwent a procedure not yet approved by the FDA to compensate for a degenerative eye disorder that left him with distorted corneas and debilitating nearsightedness. New contact prescriptions secured every three months could no longer keep up, so in March 2008 doctors implanted a lens behind each iris. Literally overnight, Holcomb's vision improved from 20/500 to 20/20.

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Based on Holcomb's case study, a blog earlier this week asked, "When an athlete gets Lasik, is he cheating?" I was the 600th respondent to click, "No — it's the same as wearing glasses," and I was solidly in the majority. That response garnered roughly 85 percent of the vote, to just over 7 percent each for "Yes — it's the same as taking a performance-enhancing drug" and "No — most banned PEDs shouldn't be considered cheating."

I found the question rather silly, actually, since Lasik wasn't even the eye procedure that benefited Holcomb. And where does one draw the line on other operations? Pitcher Tommy John enjoyed more Major League Baseball success after the elbow-salvaging procedure that bears his name than he had before it, notching 164 of his 288 career victories post-surgery. The jury is still out on whether that constitutes evidence of performance enhancement, yet players still line up to have their weak or damaged ulnar collateral ligaments swapped with stronger ones.

In truth, Holcomb found that while it kept him in the sport, his clearer vision proved detrimental to his performance. He had become so accustomed to driving his four-man sled, "The Night Train," based on muscle memory and instinct that he actually scratched his helmet's faceshield such that the course and its visual evidence of previous crashes would be obscured. Out of sight, out of mind.

Over the years, athletes have tried to strengthen their vision naturally using a variety of exercises and gadgets. Left untreated, Holcomb wouldn't have been able to see the gadgets. "I was so nearsighted," he told Sports Illustrated a year ago, "I had to get right up to the eye chart just to make out the big E at the top."

Hopefully, the radical procedure has lasting results, allowing this 29-year-old computer technician and National Guard specialist to live his life off the track to the fullest. And if CR-3, as the procedure is known, becomes as common as Tommy John surgery, I — and apparantely most other people — don't see a problem with that.
Posted At 10:07 AM • Comments (0)




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