big day, big disappointment

geezer and i were getting to know each other before home coming kickoff.  we agreed readily that our seats (sec g,row ww, #s 62 and 61)were the best in the house.  first, because of the back support supplied by the stadium’s rear wall.  secondly, they were incomparable because of the view – across the harlem and through the spuyten duyvil to the hudson and its blazing palisades – prettiest location of any stadium in the ivies, no question, g said.  and finally, they were supreme for the felicity of our meeting and the opportunity to share our informed opinions about the difficulties facing the 2013 squad which provided the occasion for a further delving into the arcana, history and frustration of cheering on the long suffering blue.  no greater bliss to be found, but our chance encounter came at a deeply troubling time for the lion gridders. they had not won since opening day over a month ago, had been pounded by princeton in their ivy league debut, and then spent two weeks wandering as well as losing  in the wilds of pennsylvania.

no sooner had i started to mention the feasibility of a no huddle approach for the lion crew than g cut me short. “say what you will but football is tackling and blocking. all the rest is a consequence. the game starts up front.” “exactly,” paulie b responded. “and both our lines are undersized and a trifle underskilled.” g readily agreed and insisted that rolling sean brackett out of the pocket was a sensible, and necessary, corrective to the offensive line’s deficiencies.  paulie b pointed out that coach mangurian felt brackett was quite efficient in the pocket when he made his reads correctly and ran through his progressions before selecting a receiver or hightailing it for positive yards on his own. g was dismissive of this line of analysis.  mangurian is not the answer to this team’s problems was the unprofane version of his response. no sooner had g offered this not unflattering view of coach than one of g’s more familiar neighbors at baker wandered over to inform us that he had just concluded a chat with coach m and that the lions’ leader considered the hanoverian visitors big and strong but uncomplicated in their approach to gridiron mysteries.  victory, he thought consequently, was likely.  the g and i exchanged dubious glances and steeled ourselves for the upcoming struggle.

some brief recounting of the lions’  last two unhappy contests will be helpful in savoring  the particular dramas of this season’s homecoming.  the lions, you should recall, had been humbled by the despicable south jersey tigers on september 29 and subsequently departed the homey atmosphere of wien stadium for less populous western climes.  there they tangled first with the formidable lehigh mountain hawk eleven.  those gents had not lost a regular season contest since september 10, 2011 and they wasted little energy while throttling the lions by 35 -14.  the second saturday in october found our heros traveling to venerable franklin field in philadelphia.  the blue has not won there, nor beaten the resident quakers in nyc for that matter, since 1996 when they downed penn in double ot.  my sons and i were in the crowd that rained down huzzahs on our fellows from the stadium’s top deck that day and fancied that the magnificent defensive end marcellus wiley raised his helmet triumphantly to us in answer.  that version of the lions, in fact, posted the squad’s last winning season, going a highly commendable 8 – 2.  since then, dull failure occasionally contrasted with sad mediocrity has been our fare.  thus, many a lion fan leaned  toward the radio with nervous expectancy as the lions came bursting out of the half time locker on october 14 and established a 20-10 lead  over coach al bagnoli’s  philadelphians early in the fourth quarter.  alas, penn qb billy ragone would refuse to yield to his intellectual betters.  the pesky quaker rallied his associates for an 86 yard scoring drive followed by one for 62 yards that ended in the go ahead td with less than one minute remaining on the clock.  though columbia battled manfully on its final drive, sean brackett’s  last completion ended inside the penn five.  game, but beaten 24-20, the light blue  boarded the bus and headed home at 1 – 4.

the lions have been nothing if not  consistent in their slow starts this autumn.  they seldom score in the first quarter and they lived up to that standard against dartmouth.  fortunately, neither did the green dirty the score board with any points.  the second quarter offered a contrasting flurry of offense as dartmouth managed to post a td which was answered by columbia via a luke eddy field goal and then a last minute td from qb brackett to chris connors for a 10-7  lion half time lead, much to the pleasure of  a noisy homecoming crowd which numbered an immense, for columbia, 11,000 plus.   the vistors regained the lead in the third quarter but our jubilation resumed late in the fourth when marcorus garrett tore off three big runs, the last of which, for 14 yards,  finished in the end zone.  the hitherto impeccable luke eddy managed to yank the p.a.t. wide and the lions were left to defend a 16-14 lead with just about 2:45 to go.

dartmouth, however, was not done and took the ensuing kick off rapidly down field for a go ahead td with but a minute fifteen to go.  though columbia was gifted a very short kickoff by the green and started their last possession at midfield, they could only manage a holding penalty, a sack and a no gain on the next three plays.  on fourth and really long, brackett hoisted an interception that finished the blue with 27 seconds left in the game.  the huge, silenced crowd sat contemplating a second straight, very late game loss in an eminently  winnable game.  “we’ll get yale,” g said.  spoken like a lion fan.

peace out, d up

paulie b

 

 

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feline little big horn

equanimity is the greatest characteristic for player, coach, or even fan.  the season’s length and difficulties require quiet resignation in the face of frequent, or at least regular, disappointment.  so i will point out that last week i was upbeat following the lion loss to fordham.  i relished my glass half filled and looked forward to the start of the ivy league season against the top college football team in metropolitan trenton.  so much for that as princeton’s previously winless tigers slaughtered columbia’s lions, 33 – 6.  though it might suffice to say that everyone in blue was lousy and that the coaching staff did nothing to improve the shabby show mid-disaster, i prefer to take a deeper look at the failure’s nature and causes.

the debacle started early and ended late.  princeton’s anthony griffith took the opening kick off on his own six yard line and high tailed it to the opposite end zone.  10 seconds off the clock and the lions trailed 7 – 0.  though it happened more quickly, it resembled last week’s first score by fordham when stacey koonce dashed 92 yards from scrimmage.  the lions look big play vulnerable.  the two squads then proceeded to exchange seven, that’s seven, punts before princeton put together a five minute (4:48 by the timekeeper) drive and set up for a field goal.  holder tom moak then took an intentional (to this scribe’s eyes) high snap, rolled to his left and hit des smith streaking down the west side line for a td.  it was the play of the game.  though the two squads played the additional 48 required minutes, it was effectively over.  the lions, however, compounded their misery on the subsequent possession when they drove the field only to settle for a field goal on a fourth and goal.  it was early, though, and the boys needed something for their effort but still a bit passive.   the squibbed kickoff they subsequently chose to serve up to princeton, however, got the tigers started on their own 40 for a short drive to a field goal that quickly offset the lions’ paltry first salvo.  there the half ended, 17 – 3, a spread that would be essentially mirrored in part the second as princeton put together a td and three field goals (the last with three and half minutes to go – how can one not hate them?) against a second, almost laughable, fg for columbia.  it all added up to that sad 33 – 6 finale.

whence this catastrophe?  it started up front on both sides of the ball.  i’ve stressed that the offensive line does not pass block well.  they have not given up more sacks only because sean brackett has scrambled out of frequent jams.  on saturday they run blocked poorly as well.  at this point, the personnel is the personnel (and one hopes that coach mangurian is identifying and recruiting big, mobile kids) and the hope for improvement up front can only come from practice, correction and more practice.  let’s hope for this dull route to succeed.  given the line’s deficiencies, however, i have to take another of my hobby horses out for a ride.  sean brackett has to roll out of the pocket more.  this is necessary because of the above stated inadequacy of the line, because he is an effective runner and because he throws better on the move.  regarding his running skill, i’ll just point out that when marcorus garrett went off for 168 rushing yards against marist in the season opener, it was the biggest individual running day for a lion since brackett went for 171 yards in a game two years ago.  as a thrower. sean seems comfortable on the run.  he double clutched a few times in the pocket v princeton and even bounced two 12 yard tosses to receivers.  at the same time, brackett was  ill served by his wide outs who dropped, by my count, half a dozen passes.  and i mean dropped not missed hauling in difficult receptions.  i mean on the numbers and then on the ground.  it looked like an open casting call for dez bryant’s understudy out there.  even conor nelligan, who snagged 11 catches, dropped one.  in addition to rolling brackett out of the pocket consistently, the skipper might want to consider going up tempo a bit.  all three opponents this season showed the no huddle and its use has certainly contributed to columbia’s defensive woes.  the lions might give some of that back.  coach has shown a willingness to go with three wide receivers on certain plays, why not catch up to the other current trend in offensive thinking.

on the other side of the ball, the defensive line is banged up – both seti adebayo and chad washington walked the side line on saturday.  these injuries have cost the blue quickness as well as strength, especially on the left side.  that flank was turned by fordham’s koonce on his field length jaunt.  princeton’s staff had studied the tape and that was the side they exploited when they needed yards.  in the first two games, the linebacking corps, particularly zach olinger and mike waller, quickly filled the line’s gaps.  on  saturday, the tigers had them accounted for and their numbers were announced only infrequently.  similarly, the defensive backs had been very active in weeks one and two, contributing sacks as well as pass coverage.  this past saturday, they were frequently victimized by princeton’s receivers.  ryan murphy, brian de veau and mike di tomasso struggled in coverage all afternoon and could not bring the same blitz that had led to numerous sacks against marist and fordham.  another  pattern in the defensive performance troubles me.  they appear much tougher mid-game, the second and third quarters, than at the beginning and end.  the team has given up 24 first quarter points, but one can argue that 14 of those have been the reponsibility of special teams on griffith’s kickoff return and moak’s faked fg for a td play.  no such excuses for the last quarter where the team has given up 22, or virtually a touchdown per game.  that the lions’ offense has been shut out in the fourth so far makes it all the more important for the d to get tougher late.

having discharged all that unhappy bile, i can now look forward rather than regret the past.  lehigh is next up and will be the lions’ first contest on the road.  we hope the rural scenery rejuvenates and reanimates the boys and sees them climb back to 2 and 2.  we won’t be following them to pennsylvania’s picturesque eastern valley.  we have a different, but very full football plate to enjoy and detail for you.  stay tuned.

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battle of new york

with less than a minute thirty left on the game clock, lion qb sean garrett slipped out of the grasp of a fordham lineman on the 40 yard line and spun back to the middle of the field.  ahead of him were a good twelve yards clear of rams and the first down that would keep columbia’s desperation drive alive.  the lion started forward but lifted his eyes toward an endzone flooded with his receivers.  brackett slammed on the brakes and lofted a pass toward uncovered running back marcorus garrett at the back of the zone.  complete! let joy reign supreme!  alas, brackett had overstepped the line of scrimmage.  the zebras had seen it.  the lions were done, 20-13.  thus ended the eleventh rendition of the liberty cup as the now annual tussle between the top two fcs football squads in nyc is called.  the game, though disappointing as any columbia loss must be, was full of delightful incident and offered clues to the obstacles and opportunities ahead for this year’s lion crew.

his last minute faux pas aside, sean brackett had a productive day, going 18-38 and 249 yards while throwing a single pick.  his nicest toss had to be a 60 yarder to lou dinovo for the lions’ sole td.  alas, the lone interception came off a 4 yard throw into the endzone that would have tied the game up early but instead ended up in the hands of a fordham defender.  responsibility for the bad pass rests with sean.  responsibility for the bad call, though, goes to the coaching staff.  first and goal on the foe’s five with the aforementioned messr garrett on his way to 168 yards and you don’t power it in?  in all fairness, marcorus became more productive as the game wore on.  in the second quarter (when the interception occurred), fordham was making the going tough.  but can i get a little play action?  whatever the cause, the turnover proved the ultimate difference in the game.  more positively, qb sean distributed the ball liberally, hitting isaiah gross 6 times, mr. di novo 5 times, and two other receivers 3 times each.  mr. nicholas dunham hit the stats sheet with a single, but very nifty, 16 yard grab.  clearly, the lions have a corps of receivers.  a little more diversity in the patterns these kids are running and the air game will be a significant complement to rb garrett.  of course, the passing game depends first on the fellows up front and  work needs to be done there.  brackett is making his best throws when rolling out, by design, or running for his life because of a break down by the o line.  marcorus, himself, came in for heckfire from coach mangurian after the back missed a block that left brackett taking one of his three sacks.  sean needs some additional time for those devoutly to be wished more complicated passing plays to develop.

the running game, by which i mean marcorus, seems fit for a productive year.  garrett ran for 168 yards on 30 carries.  that is 5.6 yards per run.  all things being equal, the lions should make a whole lot of first downs this season.  while they must improve on their pass blocking, the offensive line cannot give up on their run blocks.  i did not chart every one of marcorus’s carries, but i think at least seven or eight must have been for little or no gain.  kudos to the coaching staff for not forsaking the rushing game despite those failures.  keep punching and marcorus will find the occasionally productive seam in the defense. it will be helpful going forward to have some additional legs in this part of the offense and perhaps one or both of the gerst brothers might be put to some use.

the defense had its hands full all afternoon, particularly the big fellows up front.  carlton koonce, the rams’ feature back, went off for 250 yards, including a dazzling dash around right end for 92 yards and the game’s first touchdown.  koonce’s success owed much to an sec proportioned offensive line that played two 300 pounders and outweighed the columbia defenders up front by 44 pounds per man!  faced with that disparity on the line, defensive coordinator kevin lempa made great use of his linebackers and defensive backs.  lb zach olinger outdid his highlight reel of week one by recording 14 tackles.  his linebacking partner, mike waller, chipped in with ten including a sack while ryan murphy, #4 in your columbia program, added a fumble recovery to the linebackers’  day of glory.  and,  while the guys up front tangled with their beefy counterparts, the defensive backs pressured ram qb ryan higgins all afternoon, sacking him two more times while also limiting him to only 168 yards through the air.  brian deveau and will patterson were the first among equals of this unit, with deveau recording a sack and mr patterson continuing his hard hitting ways.

must offer credit where it is due the lions’ foes.  outstanding performer for the rams, even given messr koonce’s 250 yards of rushing, was their all purpose kicker, pat murray.  he provided 8 points on two p.a.t,’s and 2 field goals.  the second of these 3 pointers was an nfl ready-like 51 yarder into the wind that split the south end goal posts with a good ten yards to spare!  additionally, his 4 kickoffs were unreturned, driving the lion receivers deep into the endzone each time (or 65 yards per kickoff).  and he had enough time on his hands to average 44 yards per punt.  this is the kind of leg that will make a difference in every game the rams play. and may the lions not face any more like it this autumn.

hopes this overview prepares us for  saturday, september 29.  the always hated princeton tigers come to town and the ivy league season gets under way for the light blue.  the two big cat teams were prognosticated (by certain less than fully informed scribes) to fight for the league basement this season, so it will be an important game to win.

peace out and d up,

paulie b

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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we’ll take it.

seems like years since allgame has piped up.  the long humid summer left us speechless and saddened by the early retirement of  the three best of this year’s three year old thoroughbred class (i’ll have another, union rags and bodemeister) all of which left the competitive oval because of injury.  the simultaneous tumble of the mets from their early season perch as feisty overachievers to the valley of the shadow of their abysmally anemic second half performance as the can’t win one at citifielders compounded our funk.   happily, the basketball pre-season has returned with entertainment hard by spuyten duyvil and we bring glad tidings.

this past saturday we traveled uptown where, beneath late summer, lower hudson valley skies so richly blue as to be platonic representations of the lions’ uniforms, columbia held off the swift and always wily red foxes of marist for a welcome, if less than titanic, opening day 10 – 9 win.  the lively crowd of almost 4,000 watched a desultory first half effort from both teams that sent the visitors to the locker room with a 3 – 0 lead .  taking the second half kickoff, the lions started to roll out quarterback sean brackett from the pocket and efficiently moved down field for a quick td and a lead the locals would never relinquish.   new coach pete mangurian said all the appropriate, unexceptionable things post game, but must certainly have silently thanked the team’s higher power when an official’s flag negated the visitors’ 76 yard touchdown pass with just about 3 minutes left on the game clock.  i also wonder if coach had ever seen so helpful  a play as the one midway through the third stanza when red fox punter jason myers managed to brush a knee while fielding a long snap, thereby downing himself on the marist three yard line.  the lions’ sporadic offense failed to take full advantage of the opportunity, choosing instead to move  in a tight, but ineffective circle for three downs before cashing a 22 yard field goal that would prove the game’s ultimate difference when third year defensive lineman wells childress broke through and  blocked a game tying p.a.t. attempt with six and a half minutes remaining in  the fourth quarter.

these frantically colorful second half dramatics thoroughly entertained and captivated the vocal witnesses to the  first game of mangurian’s columbia tenure.  coach m is the latest lion sideline leader assigned to rekindle some of the excitement missing from the northern most tip of manhattan since say 1961 and columbia’s lone league gridiron title.  coach said all the right things about a team, team, team win post game but it looked like a good deal of work remains for many of the boys.  the heroics of running back marcorus garrett on offense and linebacker zach ollinger on d need to be match by a few more of the cubs before this pride  roars.  garrett’s 115 running yards were the most reliable source of forward movement for the blue all afternoon and he worthily cashed the sole td.  ollinger was possessed throughout the contest making 10 unassisted stops (a few of which rattled teeth all the way up into the stands), recovering a fumble and nabbing an interception to hammer home the final nail of the red foxes’ resting place.  unhappily, these fine individual efforts were contrasted by  unit wide inefficiencies on both sides of the ball.  the offensive  line was porous all afternoon and qb  sean brackett was, consequently, most productive when on the run – either via designed roll outs or when fleeing predatory red fox defenders.  though freshman keith ramljak came in for most of coach mangurian’s sideline tongue lashings in this regard, none of the road graders up front were brilliant.  then again, they did spring garrett for his work.  obviously,  pass protection is the o line’s primary homework for the coming week.   meanwhile,  the defensive back field was consistently beaten to the outside by marist’s efficient receivers.  the lions back there have to turn their heads, occasionally, toward the ball.  they were regularly flabbergasted when one of marist’s qb chuck looney’s tosses floated down for a completion.  only the assistance provided by the zebras on two important blown calls assured that the lions were not done in by this unit.  we cannot overlook, though, that  the smaller fellows of the defensive squad, particularly mal thaxton and marquel carter, did some fine hitting covering shorter roots and defending the run.  let’s hope that first year secondary coordinator kevin lempa builds on these strengths while training the cubs out of their inadequacies.  one need also mention the general passiveness of  the kick return squad which provided few positive yards when receiving punts.  though sure handed and fearless, trevor bell (who was clocked twice on fair catches) has to look for lanes to run through and his blockers need to create those lanes.  we look  for more aggressiveness next saturday.

your correspondent, by and large,  was pleased with coach mangurian’s demeanor on the sidelines.  he was vocal about his dissatisfaction with individual breakdowns – just ask messr ramjlak – and unit inadequacies.  neither did he let the officials remain unenlightened about his opinions regarding certain missed calls.  he also did a fair job of handing out the “attaboys” without over doing the glad hands for simply doing one’s job.  first games in a coaching regime are easy to overhype, and the columbia athletic department has worked hard to do just that in the run up to saturday, bombarding the faithful with emails and showering freebie ducats upon neighborhood residents.  now let’s all settle in for an autumn’s worth of challenges.  next up, fordham and the liberty cup.  this is a payback game for the lions.  an intercepted pass on the goal line in last year’s loss to the rams set the team on the road to immense failure and the termination of coach wilson’s career at wien stadium.  the lions owe  ’em.  we’ll be there for the payback.

 

peace out and go lions,

paulie b

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terrific trio

One Corner of the Belmont Crowd

The long, empty years since Affirmed thrice outran Alydar on the way to the Triple Crown have left horse racing fans desperate to witness this particular sort of sports history.  In 2004, my late friend Debbie G. and I were among the throng of 100,000 plus who put up with an afternoon of showers to watch Smarty Jones chase immortality.  Philadelphia’s darling ran a game, but unthreatening second that left us damp and disappointed.  In 2008, I dragged my son Daniel to a broiling day at Belmont that featured the failure of the park’s plumbing.  It was a sort of Woodstock for 105,000 members of the parimutuel nation who expected to see  the supposedly invincible Big Brown grab the triple.  Rick Dutrow’s pony never challenged for the lead and, in fact, pulled up over a half mile from the wire to record a dismal DNF.  2012 gave us the pretensions of I’ll Have Another, a fine pony who had benefited from two exquisite rides by Mario Gutierez to just catch Bodemeister for wins at Churchill Downs and Pimlico.  Word had it that over 125,000 souls would journey to the farthest bound of Queens to see the unhappy streak finally undone by the California based colt.

Of course, anticipation about the run for history was leavened by the controversy surrounding I’ll Have Another’s trainer.  So eminent a racing personality as Peggy Chenery, the woman who brought Secretariat to the world, weighed in with an opinion to the effect that the Triple Crown was tarnished by the mere propinquity of the likes of Doug O’Neill.  Effective July 1, O’Neill will commence a 45 day, California imposed, suspension that all states will honor.   The trainer has long been fighting accusations of “milkshaking” some of his horses.  A “milkshake,” in this sense,  is a nasally delivered mixture of baking soda, sugar and electrolytes that can diminish post race fatigue.  Such dosing is illicit, in part, because it can lead to over working the stimulated horses.  And O’Neill, though denying the practice, has admitted regrets about running some animals too much earlier in his career.  The New York Racing and Wagering Board was so unnerved by O’Neill’s impending suspension (and, of course,  the assumption that smoke and fire seldom keep their distance) that it imposed the unusually harsh requirement of a detention barn for all Belmont Stakes entries starting Wednesday June 6.  This tightly monitored, heavily securitized zone  would greatly diminish, if not absolutely prevent, the likelihood of the chemical improvement of a contestant’s chances.

Though cynically referred to as the “O’Neill rule,” the Board insisted it had no intention other than to assure the unassailable probity of this year’s victor.  Perhaps the restriction on any special ministration to I’ll Have Another convinced his people that the jig was up.  Perhaps it just prevented perfectly legitimate attentions that their champion required for his optimum performance.  Perhaps the O’Neill crew decided, whatever their ambitions, that the mile and a half challenge of the Belmont was finally too daunting for their horse.  Perhaps, given the especial publicity of the moment,  they humanely decided that the colt was indeed injured just enough to require his removal from the field.  Whatever the truth, I’ll Have Another was scratched 30 hours prior to post time and tens of thousands of weekend plans were roiled.

How many would venture beyond Bellerose just to see a first quality stakes race?  A mere 85,000, as it turned out, passed the turnstiles.  (Interesting point of comparison: about 90,000 people – paulieb among them- watched Secretariat’s record setting victory in 1973).  Those who showed up were well rewarded for their effort.  Saturday’s racing conditions were pluperfect – firm on the Widener Turf oval and fast on the main track.  Bettors had a full slate of high quality races upon which to exercise their handicapping muscles    Additionally,  early June provided a warm, only slightly humid,  atmosphere that made the crowd and contestants comfortable. Picnickers packed the park.   Women wore big hats.  Beer flowed.  A danceable band blasted frat house rock all afternoon.  And on top of all that, the 144th running of the great stakes, though a tad slow, proved a classic of the series.

With I’ll Have Another out I shifted my betting interest to the pony that had preoccupied me on Kentucky Derby day.  Union Rags, the long striding charge of trainer Michael Matz seemed to fit the bill for the longest of the great American stakes.  True, the pony ran miserably at Churchill Downs after struggling to garner only show money at the Florida Derby. Those failures, however, I laid at the door of now replaced jockey Julien Desparoux, who allowed UR to get pinched at the break in two consecutive major races.  His new rider, soon to be Racing Hall of Famer John Velazquez, would make the difference. The horse would go off second favorite to Dullahan, the Blue Grass Stakes champ who looked spritely while training  the week before the race but, in this writer’s opinion, had next to no chance to prevail in Queens.

The race proved a fitting coda to what has been a fine, if frustrating, Triple Crown season. Breaking without incident from the three hole, Union Rags was quickly steered toward the rail by Velazquez and settled into fifth place, running comfortably while saving ground. Up on the lead was the intriguing Paynter. Trained by Bodemeister’s mentor, Bob Baffert, the pony had skipped the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness. His presence here meant that Mr. Baffert, no neophyte, saw something promising in him. And for the first mile of the race so did we all.

About a half mile out from the wire, however, Velazquez, who had been holding on tightly to Union Rags urged the colt to get a move on. U R responded and moved up to challenge for third but as the field rounded the last turn towards home, his rush faltered. “He’s done,” I thought, bidding farewell to my wager.  Oh ye of little faith!  No sooner had the pathetic doubt crossed my mind than Velazquez urged his colt forward again.  At the top of the stretch, the big pony’s stride started to lengthen and he gathered speed. Velazquez, continuing his faultless ride and hugging the rail tightly enough to throw sparks, bee lined for the narrow inside gap that Paynter’s jock Mike Smith had left uncovered. The voices of many tens of thousands, mine among them, rose as the two horses closed on the wire. “Get there 3!  Get him home, Johnnie,” I shrieked as the last yards evaporated and Union Rags won by a neck.

My post-race euphoria was tempered by a single thought. No one had had a better but more agonizing Triple Crown experience this spring than Bob Baffert.  Three races covering just shy of 4 miles and he had finished second three times. By a total of perhaps 2 lengths, or 16 feet.  Deprived yet again of the thrill of a singular victor, we were reminded that the contest is the goal.  Churchill Downs, Pimlico and now Belmont had all vividly illustrated the minute difference between champions and also rans.  And what pleasures we were all treated to in the demonstrations.

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on the prevalence of certain apparitions in spring

The New York Mets’ early season success has stirred certain regular readers to ask for a post about our heroes of the diamond.  We’ll pass for now saying only we’ve been pleased with the starting pitching – can I get an amen for R.A. Dickey, the game’s most literate player as well as its best knuckleballer? – but even more delighted with the team’s feisty battling in the face of injuries and a travel-heavy early schedule. Do any of you know that the blue and orange, though near the very bottom of the bigs in homers has manufactured 104 two out rbis, the most in the majors?  They’re hitting when it matters most and should the bullpen stiffen a bit, our Mets might hang around for awhile in the less than overwhelming NL East.  Memorial Day weekend found them taking three of four from the punchless Padres which should mean they’ll begin June well in the mix.   Though we know some facts and have some less than fully formed opinions,  we’ll hold our peace for the moment.  Our reticence also derives from the mission of this site – to provide an in the stands experience of sport for our readers.  This seems a worthwhile endeavor in a world that sometimes feels like a wholly owned subsidiary of ESPN.  Rest assured that Mrs. Smith and I are scrutinizing the Citi Field schedule and will report from those precincts soon.

But this season’s baseball journey is already a quarter over and we feel compelled to write about one of the sadder events so far.  Bill “Moose” Skowron, the power hitting, sure handed first baseman for the Yankees from 1954 through ’62 passed away on April 27.   The team he played for must surely be on the short list of any discussion about the greatest squads ever and Moose was one reason for its astonishing quality. I remember him for a more personal reason.

Walking back to our Chrysler after game five of the 1960 World Series, my dad spotted a familiar face.  “That’s Skowron,” he said, hightailing it across the street.  “Bill, can we get your autograph?” he asked holding out our 5 cent? 10 cent? program. I like to think that Bill engaged us in some quick repartee, but he quickly and silently scribbled his name and continued searching  for his car. That enhaloed memory serves as an emblem of the distance between now and then. The players used to park among us.  Try to imagine Mark Teixeira, today’s perhaps superior version of the Moose, parking in a public lot.  Or Ike Davis, even.  Try further to imagine that Skowron, despite earning  a world series winner’s bonus share in ’56, ’58, ’61, ’62 and ’63 (this last with the L.A. Dodgers) had to make his mortgage in the off season painting houses in Hillsdale, New Jersey.

An additional irony of that memorable autograph is that I was, and remain, a Yankee hater.  Imagine my terrified pleasure that afternoon as the Pirates whipped the home team 5-2 behind the perplexing Harvey Haddix and Elroy Face.  They stifled all the vaunted Bombers save Roger Maris who launched a second inning home run.  Moose himself took an o’fer that day, which might explain his reticence when signing our program.  Picture my delighted, if mute,  response to every Pittsburgh score and every Haddix K.  Craning my neck to see around one of the iron pillars that obstructed viewing lines in the old stadium, I silently exulted in the immense throng’s growing frustration over the Yank’s inability to score.  62,000 plus fans left the Bronx miserable.  No doubt I was gleefully spewing some Yankee hate when my dad spotted Big Bill.

Mention of Harvey Haddix will take us a bit deeper into memory’s briar patch.  For Messr Haddix tossed what some critics consider the greatest game ever – 12 perfect innings against the Milwaukee Braves before losing 1-0 in 13 to Lew Burdette.  It was Lew, a buzz cut coiffed hurler from the evocatively named Nitro, West Virginia, who stifled the Yankees three times in the ’57 World Series, the first fall classic of your correspondent’s memory (and another low point in Yankee history).  But it was Lew’s southpaw partner, Warren Spahn, who was my especial favorite.  Featuring a delivery with a very high leg kick, the prominently nosed “Hooks” rang up 363 wins, making him the most prolific lefty in major league history.  He twirled two no-hitters in his career, but his finest effort might have been a 16 inning complete game 1-0 loss on a Willie Mays homer to the San Francisco Giants’ magnificent Juan Marichal (who, by the way, kicked high from the right side).  And here’s the thing, Spahn was 42.

Just to bring this baseball ramble full circle, I’ll point out a circle in Hooks’ career.  He was sent down to the minors in 1942 by then Boston Braves manager Casey Stengel for being “gutless” and refusing to throw at Pee Wee Reese – in a spring training game, no less.  Having served heroically in WWII and labored prodigiously for the Braves, he found himself in Flushing to start the last season of his career, this time pitching for Stengel’s Mets.  He was thus perhaps the only big leaguer to work for the Old Perfesser both before and after Casey was a genius.

They’re mostly ghosts now – Moose, Hooks, Casey, my dad – but they stir when the umps start brushing off home plate.

Peace out, paulieb

 

 

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california dreamin’ on derby day

 

 

Spring commences for some on opening day, but the Kentucky Derby marks the equinox for Mrs. Smith and me.  We convey ourselves to capacious Belmont Park to refresh the spirit and renew the mind through proximity to the beautiful nature, arboreal and equine, that decorates the grounds.  The first Saturday of this May brought  no change in our habit and we found ourselves rewarded for our consistency.

We arrive early and climb to our accustomed clubhouse seats in order to peruse the arcana of the post parade program.  In this case,  we studied up on the four races leading off the Belmont card, but devoted most of our skillful handicapping  to the eleventh race at Churchill Downs.  For those of you who have eschewed the sport of kings for lesser pursuits, that would be the Kentucky Derby.  Dramatically described by earlier scribes as the “greatest two minutes in sport,” at the very least it is the single most significant thoroughbred stakes in the country.  It remains, consequently, the most renowned contest in a game that once mattered acutely to millions of Americans as anyone who has read Laura Hillenbrand’s fine Seabiscuit knows. I like to gauge my horse sense about  the latest crop of three year olds by wagering on a few of  those qualifying for the run.  In this regard, at least, I have proven far less savvy than the insightful Smith.

In 2010 she foresaw Super Saver’s victory and backed Calvin Borel’s mount for a tidy profit.  I demurred, despite my superstitious confidence that any nag with a two word name both words of which begin with the same letter deserves a 50 buck bet.   Ignoring my own rule,   I backed some nag that I’m told is slowly approaching the finish line.  This year I was certain that I had not only read enough, but had seen enough of the contenders to have a more clairvoyant sense of where the money should  fall.

I had watched Dullahan run down the favorite Hansen in the Blue Grass back on April 14.  But I also knew that Dullahan had only triumphed on synthetic tracks.  The colt that had unmasked Hansen as perhaps not the horse he had promised to become as a two year old probably lacked the necessary talent  to win on the dirt in Louisville.  Later that same afternoon, I had seen Bob Baffert’s star pupil Bodemeister dominate the field in the Arkansas Derby.  That wire to wire performance, by a horse unraced as a two year old,  reduced the program’s astonished description to the simplest of the sport’s lexicon – “much best.”  Now I happen to be one of the current crop of Derby handicappers who feel the Arkansas race is a very strong predictor for the Run to the Roses.  In this particular case, however,  I was unconvinced.  Creative Cause, Gemologist, and Union Rags all had solid resumes and seemed slightly better made for the mile and a quarter of the Derby.  Additionally, an absolute speedster named Trinniberg would be running and, I thought,  provide an early pace daunting even for Baffert’s best.

Besides this scrutiny of some of the contenders, I felt poised for a solid return on my Derby choices because I sucessfully picked the winner in the 4th at Belmont, a 6 furlong dash.  My money went to Sunday at Nipper’s, an ill regarded 3 year old filly whose sire was Indian Charlie, a notable sprinter.  Omar Hernandez gave the girl a lovely ride, cutting her loose at the top of the stretch and winning going away.  How could I miss in the Derby when I knew so much more about that field?  Bringing all this to the attention of Mrs. Smith, I asked for her considered opinion regarding the great contest to come.  She looked at the  racing form for perhaps two  minutes.  Tossing it back to me she said only, “Nineteen.”  I pressed for her rationale, as her choice was nowhere in my calculations.  “Uncle Max,”  she said simply, referring to a beloved relative who had frequented the track where I’ll Have Another (or Number 19 in the field) had won this year’s Santa Anita derby back on April 7.

Strolling to the parimutuel window to place my lady’s bet,  I pondered her choice.  The Santa Anita was a legitimate test of three year old thoroughbred quality but in the history of the Run for the Roses no winner had emerged from the dramatically outlying gate 19.  Why should I’ll Have Another break that nearly 140 year old record.  Number Nineteen!  I imagine!  Much more sagaciously,  I placed most of my eggs in a trifecta basket consisting of Union Rags (second favorite to the aforementioned Bodemeister),  Creative Cause (I would not resist those double C’s especially since the pony had never finished out of the money in eight tries), and finally Calvin Borel’s mount Take Me Indy, as the Cajun jock has been wicked hot in the Derby and at Churchill Downs for half a decade now.

Much was revealed about the ultimate fate of our wagers at the very break.  The linchpin of my trifecta bet,  Union Rags, a powerful closer with a very long stride, was a step slow out of the gate, got bumped and was pinched back to a middle of the field position that he could never much improve.  Since he had suffered a similar miserable break in his last run at the Florida Derby, where at least he rallied to show, I wondered if his rider Julien Leparoux had learned anything from that unhappy experience.  Smith’s choice,  I’ll Have Another, under the adept supervision of young senor Mario Gutierrez,  bee lined to the rail, “saving ground” as they say, and settled in for a steady, untroubled ride over the first mile.  During that time the favored  Bodemeister was melting stop watches with a wickedly hot pace  under the steely guidance of Mike Smith.  The Arkansas champ’s splits were such that most knowledgeable observers anticipated a momentary collapse.  Nonetheless, as the pack r0unded the final turn for home, the favorite looked ready to extend his three length lead.  No sooner did I formulate that thought than I saw Gomez nudge I’ll Take Another two or perhaps three wide from the rail and simultaneously apply the whip thrice and initiate his pony’s stretch drive.   Three more quick smacks from Gutierrez and the California champeen blew past the finally faltering Bodemeister for the victory.  I like to think that Uncle Max would have seen it coming.  Mrs. Smith certainly did.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Buzzer Beater – The Lion Hoops 2011-2012 Final Report Card

Ohio State broke my heart Saturday night and sent Syracuse home for the year.  The Buckeyes’  fierce defense, personified by Aaron Craft, effectively shut down all four Orange guards while their big men dominated down low, outrebounding Cuse by double figures.  So, I am finished as a fan for this year, but before the last Div I dribble resounds off the hard wood I want to weigh in with some final evaluations of the Lions’ performance this past season and hopes for the next.

At 15-15, the Lions were solidly mediocre.  I must say I expected less when last year’s leading scorer, Noruwa Agho, went down with a season ending knee injury  in only the campaign’s second contest against Furman .  It took Coach Smith and the boys 3 1/4 more games before they broke into the win column, but having ended their drought against Manhattan, they proceeded to rip through the rest of the non-conference schedule and entered the Ivy portion of the year at 11-5.  This improved on Coach’s first year first half mark of 9-5 and visions of a lofty finish in the Ancient Eight danced in your correspondent’s head.  Alas, the quality of the Ivy League this past season along with its relentless Friday-Saturday grind for two months revealed the team’s shortcomings while simultaneously wearing it down physically.  It was a decidedly less energetic crew that I watched in early March against Harvard than I had seen in November against the Jaspers.  The Lions staggered home 4-10 for their Ivy schedule.

So, clearly,  the distribution of the W’s needs to change.  Even 16-0 outside league play would be meaningless, if the Light Blue is only going to post 4 Ivy wins.  Conversely, do you know what they call a Lion squad that doesn’t win a single non-league game but sweeps the Ivies?  League champ and NCAA tourney 16 seed at worst, that’s what.  Having finally underwhelmed this past year we look forward with terrific anticipation to watching a team that will return its top five players in minutes played and points scored.  The graduating seniors take 14 points per game with them but as the following critiques show, replacing that loss should not be overly difficult.

BRIAN BARBOUR – What do you say to the kid who leads your team in points per game, assists, minutes played,  is dead cert at the free throw line as well as an All Ivy League First Teamer?  Hey, Brian, we need a little more. Personally, I’d like to see Barbour contributing an additional 5 ppg.   I’d prefer these points come via  2.5  more assists per game, but the Lions leader has been willing to do whatever it takes to help out and a couple of additional buckets per game would not be unwelcome.  He also needs to work on his ball screen communication with big men Mark Cisco and John Daniels.  It will make the entire offense run more easily if he does.  Grade A-.   Off season assignment  –  5 miles per day of interval running so that he has something extra in the tank come next March.

MARK CISCO – Number 55 hauled in 20 rebounds against Cornell on January 21 and should challenge for the league lead in that category come his senior season.   Besides his solid board work, our center works on defense and contributes 10 points per game.  An additional 3 points per game would be very welcome and given his efforts down low,  as well as his veteran status, he should see more opportunities at the charity stripe.  He also needs to put up his 12 foot j more often.  Grade B.  Off season assignment  –  100 jump shots and 50 free throws a day as well as 3 hours per week in the weight room.   He needs to stay strong.

MEIKO LYLES –   The rangy number two brings quickness and length to a tough Columbia defense, but is even more important on the offensive end.  Like the mis-distribution of the Lions’ victories, Meiko has to work on more efficiently using his trey.  At 43.6%, his 3 point shooting percentage is the best in the Ivies for anyone logging his number of minutes.  At the same time, he has either been can’t miss or m.i.a.   Compare his back to back 5-8 efforts versus Brown and Yale with his o-fers opening weekend against Penn and Princeton.   He should work towards a significant improvement in his scoring stats and I think he might be able to jump up to 15 ppg (v this year’s 10.6). Since he will be a well known quantity as a returning junior,  Meiko will have to stretch defenses even more than he has this year.  Grade B-.  Off  season assignment – 100 shots a day from 2 1/2 feet behind the three point line.

ALEX ROSENBERG – The first Frosh to earn significant minutes from Coach this year, AR is a versatile swingman who brought defensive energy and 7.2 ppg to the floor.  His length will be ever more important defensively,  and his aggresiveness on offense should provide 3 points additionally per game.  My two beefs with Alex – he is overly enamored of his dribble and occasionally careless with the ball (see his late turnover v Yale in the 58-59 heartbreaker at Levien).  He has to learn to move more effectively without the ball, to establish the position from which he can make a quick dive to the basket  or turn on his defender for the jump shot.  Grade B-.  Off season assignment – 100 jump shots and 5 hours per week in weight room.  I’d like to see a quick but even stronger AR taking it to Ivy opponents in 2012-13.

JOHN DANIELS – I have an absolute man crush on this guy.  He is a brutal bookend to Cisco on the boards, indeed his exertions down low free Cisco up for many of his rebounds.  Secondly, he is a relentless interior defender.  No one could have enjoyed working against the power forward this past season as Daniels tracks his man baseline to three point line and corner to corner.  Alas, big John is virtually absent offensively.  He needs to find a way to score off rebounds or become more comfortable launching his 10-12 foot jump shots.  The team could really use him doubling his scoring from 3 to 6 ppg.  Grade C+.  Off season assignment – 100 jump shots a day.

CORY OSETKOWSKI -This 6′ 10″ frosh has immproved steadily under Coach Smith’s critical eye.  He has learned to move his feet on defense and is not so prone to the soft fouls he generously doled out early on.  Similarly, he scored 10 points in two of his final three games, moving comfortably in the offense.  I see tremendous upside for him and the quickest returns are likely to be seen on the defensive side of the ledger, especially if Coach Smith employs the 2-3 zone he threw at Harvard in the second half of the 70-77 ot loss at Levien.  Cory was an active and daunting presence on the left corner of the baseline d.  If he can regularly chip in 6 ppg next season, the Lions are going to be a tough out.  Grade C+ . Off season assignment – 50 five foot hooks shots with each hand daily and hit the weight room 5 hours a week.  You’re not in high school anymore;  every one is big and tough.

NOAH SPRINGWATER, VAN GREEN – These two tweeners will stand for the rest of the returning crew.  Noah has an occasionally deadly, deep trey that he needs to hone.  I remember most an ICBM  he launched in the second half rally against Lafayette.  The gym held its collective breath at his audacity before exploding in noise as the shot found its target.  If anything, Noah needs to be a little more aggressive on the offensive end, his defense seems solid and should improve with additional minutes.  Van Green is flat out the most athletic Lion.  His quickness and hops are both well above league averages.  He must literally take care not to hit his head on the rim when fighting for rebounds.  I’m hoping that improved consistency with his jump shot and a more thorough commitment to defensive work will result in increased p.t. for this hoopster.  Combined grade C.   Off season assignment for both – 100 jump shots a day followed by 3 miles of interval running.  They also need to find time for 3 hours per week in the weight room.

COACH KYLE SMITH – Coach has posted his second 15 win season and is plus .500 on his Columbia career.  If  anything, however, coach seemed a bit less effective during this league campaign than in his first time through the Ivy.  After a very exciting December and early January, when the Lions, among other accomplishments, defeated NCAA tourney bound LIU and came back after a brutal first half to down Lafayette, our heroes underwhelmed in league play.  They won a single close game out of, to my eye,  eight possible victories.  Too often when the team needed to find an offensive solution or get a defensive close out,  it failed. The collapse in a 58-59 loss to Yale was especially sloppy.  At least a portion of blame for those late game inadequacies must be shouldered by Coach.  And, speaking of the non-league schedule, the Light Blue needs to have a tougher row to hoe before mid-January.  Coach needs to find two to three scary opponents for the crew.  Slaughtering Swarthmore does nothing for the team’s readiness for the killer P’s and other league foes.  On the plus side, Coach did a nice job bringing along first years Osetkowski, Rosenberg and Springwater in the wake of Agho’s injury.  Additionally, he showed good judgment in occasionally putting the boys into a 2-3 zone.  He featured it for a good stretch in the second half of the second Harvard match and it seemed a natural for his personnel.  Cisco, Daniels, and Osetkowski along the baseline are plenty long and tough.  They need to learn when to collapse to the middle, double the corner or extend on jump shooters.  Alex Rosenberg has the size to spell someone on that baseline or to chase down 3 point shooters up top when rangy Meiko Lyles, who should make life tough for bombers, needs a break.   Brian Barbour will bring his non-stop motor to his defensive responsibilities and should not be over victimized because of his stature.  Come on coach, go for it!  In the three point driven college game, an active and extending 2-3 can drive down opponents shooting percentages and save the Lions some fouls and miles on their wheels.  Those gains might offset the rebounding difficulties that usually haunt zone teams.

Having begun with Syracuse’s fall, it’s only appropriate that I end with those last sentences about the Lions looking to Jim Boeheim’s beloved 2-3 as a possible way forward in next year’s Ivy League for my true heroes.  Forgive my going on at such length but it’s been a fun season and I’ll be a bit lonely till next November’s first tip off.

 

Till then, LET’S GO METS,

Paulie B

 

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Having wasted a couple of sentences whining about life’s injustice as manifested in the NCAA, this writer has trashed his original lead and shaken off the horrible news of Fab Melo’s suspension from this year’s Division I basketball tournament. You’re reading it here, if not first, at least most certainly.   Syracuse will win the national championship.  Jim Boeheim will coach the six best games of his distinguished career and every one of his kids will play the best three weeks of basketball they have ever played.  Christmas will arrive early for the Orange.

D up!
paulie b

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Linsanity at Levien, Yawn. Zebras Rob Lions Again!

Having over indulged yet again on the eggplant pizza at V & T’s while foretelling our still bright futures, RIcky A and I arrived at Levien to watch the last consequential game of the year.  An overflow crowd was gathering to witness Tommy Amaker’s Cantabs continue their pursuit of a league crown and NCAA bid.  The Lions were playing out the string, reduced to spoilers at best, but at least performing in front of a full house for the fourth time this season

While Ricky fussed with his iPad and recommended that he shoulder all statistical burdens – “Look at this game flow chart!”   Suddenly, I heard another fan remark, “There’s Spike Lee.”  Sure enough, ensconced at the downtown verge of the visitors’ section and sporting a bright tangerine sweater, the great Brooklyn auteur and Knicks’ fan non-pareil awaited tip off with the hoi polloi. Remembering this site’s mission, I averted my eyes.  But who could ignore the hum of recognition that swept the gymnasium at half time as the NBA’s marketing tool of the moment, Jeremy Lin, parted the masses on his way to Mr. Lee’s perch?  The crowd rolled back in JLin’s wake and offered up the hosanna of a standing O for the Ivy’s current avatar in the Bigs.  That’s all the gossip you’ll get.

The Lions broke from the gate in their all too typical late season trance, missed defensive switches and allowed the Cantabs to regularly enter the ball deep to either Keith Wright or KyleCasey for easy deuces.  Falling behind by a quick half dozen, the Blue eventually started to score the ball through young Alex Rosenberg and the occasional jumper from Chris Crockett, Meiko Lyles and even a twelve foot jumper from big Mark Cisco.  Frosh big man Cory Osetkowski got into the mix, as well, eventually cashing 10 points for the second straight contest. Columbia soon managed to grab onto Harvard’s ankles, refused to let the league leaders get away,  and trailed only by four at half time.  Out of the break (and Mr. Lin’s entertaining appearance), the Lions, again typically, roared to life,  eventually seizing a 45-42 lead with thirteen minutes and change to go.  The euphoria was too brief.  The Crimson battled their back and eventually tied it up in regulation. Attentive readers know that back in mid-February an underdog Blue squad had visited Cambridge and fallen by 5 points in a game that featured an impossible to imagine 24 free throw advantage for the hosts.  This time around, the refs wielded a stiletto rather than a broad sword but the 7 extra charity tosses they awarded the Crimson would prove exactly the margin of the visitors 77-70 overtime victory.

Despite the injustice of the officiating, the Lions’ sixth straight loss left this observer, on the whole. sanguine about league combat next year.  As a Syracuse hoops partisan in my civilian life, I am very fond of the 2-3 zone as a difficult to solve defensive puzzler.   A good part of  Columbia’s second half push derived from Coach Smith’s effective switch from man to zone coverage.  The Lions have the defensive length and discipline returning next year to make the 2-3 an ever more effective tool – especially in a league that seldom sees zone.  I very much look forward to watching Messrs Osetkowski,  Cisco and Daniels make life uncomfortable for enemy Ancient Eight front lines next year.  Meiko Lyles will provide additional  length on top to harass three point shooters and Brian Barbour, though shortish will bring a Gerry McNamara like intensity to his defensive portion of the zone.  And let’s not forget that Alex Rosenberg played very effectively along the zone’s baseline on Friday but has the quicks to move up top when needed.  As always for this observer, the future looks bright for our boys.

And, indeed, the immediate future was brighter as the Lions defeated Dartmouth in the season finale on Saturday, giving graduating seniors Chris Crockett, Blaise Staab, Steve Egee and Matt Johnson the best of parting gifts on what has to be an unwelcome evening in any college hoopster’s career.  For your correspondent, the schedule’s conclusion is always bittersweet.  How hard the boys played even in defeat!  How often we despaired even nearing victory!  A long emptiness stretches till next November and the first tip off.  You aren’t quite out of the lion’s den yet, however.  The Blue Report Card has to be issued and the AllGame March Madness picks revealed.

Peace out and D up,

Paulie B

 

 

 

 

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