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A New Dawn For Birds

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By GORDON GLANTZ

Gordonglantz50@gmail.com

@Managing2Edit

The unrelenting sports news cycle, which keeps its head on a swivel runs a 4.4 40 in the world of the NFL, got some mileage out of Monday night’s sideline skirmish between Eagles’ wide receiver DeSean Jackson and Redskins’ corner D’Angelo Hall.

Not only did Hall draw a mindless personal foul penalty for a late hit that was – both literally and figuratively – well out of bounds, but it came after Jackson had left Hall in the dust on a touchdown that was the centerpiece of the frenzied scoring spree that sent the Birds into halftime of their eventual 33-27 road win with a 26-7 lead and made them the source of league-wide buzz.

Jackson bounced right up and shoved back, but drew no flag.

The two notoriously impulsive players, known more for being temperamental than temporal, continued to jaw during and after the next play, exchanging another shove while Jackson allegedly took time to flash a gang sign at the same player who taunted him prior to a 2010 Monday night game that ended in a huge win for the Birds.

A bad sign.

For those who sit on their high horse and look down in disgust at such unsportsmanlike behavior, perhaps it was.

But this is Philly, the home of long-suffering fans impetuously waiting to end a 53-year championship drought of the franchise they would most like to see win a championship, if only because  it is the team that has gone the longest without one.

If an opponent got under Jackson’s skin last year, it was because the Eagles were losing and he was frustrated. And because of the negative karma swirling around the team, like flies to you-know-what, he would have surely been flagged for retaliating.

This time around, the Eagles were winning and nobody was going to break his stride. Not even the official dared.

When Jackson got into Hall’s face, it was a statement: You may have pushed us around in the recent past, but not anymore.

Cast in that light, it was all good.

As Grace Slick of the Jefferson Airplane proclaimed to the rain-soaked throng at Woodstock: “It’s a new dawn.”

The Eagles are coming off a 4-12 season, the last of the unnecessarily prolonged Andy Reid era.

They have been that bad, record-wise, before. And they probably will be again. Who knows? Maybe even this year, meaning that Monday’s barrage was a mirage.

But last season was played with no heart, no soul.

It just wasn’t Philly, watching abominations like tacklers being dragged into the end zone and opposing receivers prancing across the middle like carefree kangaroos in the Outback.

This is supposed to be the place where the fictional Rocky Balboa was so believable because of the backdrop. Instead, it was like having a cheesesteak with tofu instead of whiz.

The Eagles were getting knocked down, and not getting back up.

They were throwing in the towel.

And the coach, Reid, uttered one-word answers and acted like the long-suffering fans wouldn’t understand the devilish details if he did care to explain.

He was canned on the last day of 2012.

Chip Kelly, after initially turning down the job, was hired a few weeks into 2013.

New Year, new life.

At his introductory press conference, the wunderkind from the University of Oregon, by way of New Hampshire, said he had spoken with a gracious Reid and declined to take the bait and say anything negative.

Owner/Whatever-Else-He-Calls-Himself Jeffrey Lurie spoke glowingly about Reid as well, talking about a day – certainly not next Thursday night, when Reid’s Kansas City Chiefs come to town – when the coach who went 1-4 in NFC Championship Games and 0-1 in Super Bowl appearances during his 14-season run would be honored by the franchise.

And then all hopeful, albeit skeptical, eyes turned toward the future.

There was a solid draft (on paper), post-workout smoothies, racial epithets at a country concert, a quarterback controversy, a 2-2 preseason and peculiar final cuts that left us with as many question as answers about an overhauled roster and new schemes on both sides of the ball.

In reality, it was a way to pass the time until the season-opener against the Redskins, which the rest of the nation saw as more of a return of Robert Griffin III from offseason knee surgery, with a cute sub-plot about Kelly’s fast-break offense that probably would come up short on the scoreboard but would be fun to watch.

And then came game time, and the clear signs that this Eagle team under Kelly couldn’t be any different than Reid’s.

Introductory press conferences and first days of mini and training camps aside, it marked Kelly’s arrival. And Reid’s departure.

The ghost of Big Red was officially put to rest Monday. Call it an exorcism.

Post-game, holdover players talked about having pure and unadulterated fun for the first time in their pro careers.

If that was enough of an indictment of Reid, and how stale of a soft pretzel with no mustard his approach had become, Kelly inadvertently kicked dirt on the grave of his predecessor with a comment in a post-game press conference in which he said more of substance than Reid probably did in a season.

“It is still a game. I think sometimes we take ourselves too seriously,” said Kelly, whose fast-talking – in full sentences, no less – is earning him the nickname “Machine Gun.”

He then added that he, like the players, had fun as well.

Reid, as we know, took himself way too seriously to have fun coaching what is a game. The players are professionals, not kids at recess, but it was still obvious they were following his dour lead in the way they went about their business.

Make no mistake, winning helps.

And the Eagles won Monday.

But the change in culture, which is probably more important than the won-loss record this season, is alive and real.

The standard prediction for the Eagles this season falls between 5-11 and 7-9, and Monday’s win – which was way closer than it needed to be – really shouldn’t change that gut feeling.

This team is much like the 1986 Eagles, which went 5-10-1 in the first year of Buddy Ryan’s coaching tenure but laid the groundwork as holes were filled to fit the new personality.

The year before, they were a boring 7-9 under Marion Campbell (technically 6-9 under Campbell, as they won the final game under interim coach Fred Bruney), but no one dare argue they were better off.

“You got a winner in town,” were Ryan’s first official words when introduced as the new coach.

Despite a step back on the tally sheet in the first year, no one dared to doubt it.

There was a new attitude, a new pride, a new sway.

They were young and tough and opponents, even more talented opponents, were not thrilled about having them on the slate.

The Eagles were getting their groove back.

What goes around generally comes around.

And it’s coming around again.

Enjoy.

Eagles Preview/Analysis: No instant cure for 53-year itch

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By GORDON GLANTZ

Gordonglantz50@gmail.com

@Managing2Edit

GORDONVILLE — The country elected its first Roman Catholic president.

The movie “Psycho” gave moviegoers thrills and chills.

A postage stamp cost four – yep, four – cents.

It was the year of the underdog. The Pirates topped the Yankees, 4-3, in the World Series while the U.S.A. Olympic hockey team believed in their own miracles at Squaw Valley by outlasting the likes of the Soviet Union and Canada to win the gold medal.

How many of you remember where you were for all these events in 1960, which, fittingly, was a leap year? Probably not too many. That was 53 years ago, so you were probably too young to fully comprehend what was going on, or not yet with us.

This is the hard historic fact facing the restless Eagles Nation, as 1960 was also the last year Philadelphia’s beloved professional football team – not counting the Stars (1984) of the USFL or the Soul (2008) of the Arena League – laid claim to the championship.

Heck, to put 1960 in historical perspective, there wasn’t even a Super Bowl yet. That didn’t come until 1967, when Vince Lombardi’s vaunted Green Bay Packers toppled the Kansas City Chiefs, 35-10.

The Packers would go on to win second Super Bowl (33-14 over Oakland). The trophy for winning the Super Bowl is named after Lombardi. Despite two appearances in the big dance, it is a trophy the Eagles have yet to hoist in front of their fans.

It should be noted that the 1960 Eagles, with a 17-13 win on Dec. 18 of 1960 at Franklin Field, were the only team to ever to beat Lombardi in a championship game.

That factoid, along with the ongoing wait, has made names like Bednarik and Van Brocklin and McDonald take on mythical proportions, like Greek gods who earned their legend in an ancient stadium.

In 1960, Eagles fans – our grandfathers and fathers – likely didn’t think it would be another half-century and counting until the Birds would win another championship. The franchise had won titles in 1948 and 1949 after coming up short in 1947, but the Eagles had become one of the worst teams in football by the end of the 1960s.

Until another Eagles’ team comes along to win it all – thus ending the longest championship drought of the city’s four major professional teams – that ghost of 1960 will continue to haunt.

A Super Bowl win – not just an appearance (1981, 2005) – remains at the top of the bucket list for the war-weary members of an Eagles Nation that is known more for its snowballs than its patience.

But here they are, with a new coach and new five-year plan to cross the desert and reach the Promised Land.

The new Moses figure is Chip Kelly, the coach the current ownership sweet-talked out of his college fiefdom at the University of Oregon.

Kelly said no to the initial prom invite, but changed his mind when owner Jeffrey Lurie and general manager Howie Roseman were about to pull the trigger on Gus Bradley. The defensive coordinator in Seattle, Bradley has since been hired as the head coach in Jacksonville, locking himself with Kelly forever as a point of comparison.

Kelly arrives with a promise to revolutionize the sport, with what amounts to a hurry-up offense that will be fun to watch – at least until defenses catch up to it – and provide more frank talk than his droll predecessor, Andy Reid.

Will the entertainment lead to the ultimate prize, or will the ghost of 1960 loom ever larger as the years flip on the calendar?

The first step begins Monday night in Washington, where their Redskins run a bastardized version of Kelly’s read-option attack.

The 16-game grind of Year One of the Kelly Era will likely be strewn with peaks and valleys and growing pains. The success will be measured by knowing how close, and yet how far, the team is from 1960.

Kelly enters this season with a mixed hand. Some of the cards were dealt to him by the last coach, while others he and Roseman culled together from the draft and the street corner.

As of Tuesday, there were 21 new players on the 53-man roster. There are nine rookies and 15 others with two or fewer years in the NFL.  Still, many familiar faces are being counted on to play key roles in any possible taste of future glory.

Let’s take a closer look:

OFFENSE

Coordinator: Pat Shurmur (Kelly will still call the plays).

Key Assistant: Jeff Stoutland (the offensive line coach from Alabama brings in a new blocking scheme vastly from that of Howard Mudd).

System: Read option, with some West Coast elements in passing game.

Quarterback: Michael Vick seemed like the epitome of the Andy Reid regime and the player least likely to return. But here he is, after accepting a cut in salary and winning a battle with second-year man Nick Foles, to run the show. He is the clear-cut team leader, which is likely the hidden reason Kelly gave him the keys to the car with hopes he doesn’t get into too many fender benders. The system is quarterback-friendly, in terms of safety valves and options, but it remains to be seen if the 33-year old Vick will make the right choices. If the 12-year veteran is the proverbial leopard that doesn’t change his spots, Foles and rookie Matt Barkley are waiting in the wings. Grade: B

Running Back: The Eagles have one of the best groups in the league, boasting a top-five back in LeSean McCoy (above). Bryce Brown, the second-year backup, has starter talent, but is still working to cure his fumbilitis. Chris Polk, also in his second-year, is the most physical runner and best blocker of the group and should get a few totes each game. All will benefit from running behind what is generally considered one of the league’s 10 best offensive lines – if healthy – and a consistent commitment to the ground game, which is also something new to Philly. Grade: A-

Receiver: The team was dealt a big blow early in camp when Jeremy Maclin was lost for the season with a knee injury. DeSean Jackson, after several sub-par seasons, claims to be reborn under Kelly, who will likely make it a part of the game plan to use Jackson as more than just a go-deep-kid decoy. Expect a lot of designed bubble screens, quick hitches and reverses to make defenses readily aware of Jackson again. Riley Cooper received a battlefield promotion to the starting lineup when Maclin went down. While he lacks the same explosiveness, he is a stellar downfield blocker, which is a required skill in this offense. With his size (6-3, 222) and hands, Cooper should be a better option in the red zone than Maclin. Jason Avant continues to excel at slot receiver, finding open spaces and making all the catches. Fourth receiver Damaris Johnson may be used a bit in a similar fashion as Jackson and will likely be the primary return man. For now, at least, Oregon product Jeff Maehl is the fifth receiver but may not be activated on game day. Grade: B

Tight End: Kelly must have thought so much of his top three – veteran holdover Brent Celek, free agent signee James Casey and second-round pick Zach Ertz – that he let a legit NFL-caliber player walk in Clay Harbor in the final cuts, opting instead to keep blocker/special-teamer Emil Igwenagu (even though he retained practice squad eligibility). This isn’t a bad group. Expect to see two and three tight ends on the field a lot, but the lack of top-tier threat will not have opposing defensive coordinators tossing and turning at night. Grade: B-

Offensive Line: Keep those fingers crossed, fans. There are a lot of “ifs” around this group, but “if” it all works out, the Eagles can ride this group to some surprising victories by keeping their defense off the field and paving the way to plenty of points. Health is the main concern. Jason Peters returns for the first time in two seasons. When healthy, the left tackle is the quintessential man among boys. The claim is that he is looking good, so … fingers crossed. Center Jason Kelce (left), tabbed by experts at watching centers as a Jeff Saturday clone, is also coming off a knee injury that put him on the shelf last season. With the left-handed Vick winning the quarterback battle, rookie first-round pick Lane Johnson is charged with protecting his blind side instead of Peters. If he gets beat a few times, which is inevitable in the learning curve, will it change how Vick plays? Todd Herremans will play alongside Johnson at right guard. One of the better offensive linemen to have never made the Pro Bowl, Herremans has also battled dents and dings the last few seasons. Evan Mathis, the only starter to make it all the way through to last season’s ugly end, gets the pleasure of lining up between Peters and Kelce and should do well there. The backups are a little shaky. Dennis Kelly, who played a lot of right tackle last season, is currently hurt and won’t be ready for a few weeks. Julian Vandervelde, a guard by trade, was taught to play center in the offseason and it would be a big drop off if Kelce went down again. Rookie free agent tackle/guard Matt Tobin had a good camp and was kept over first-round bust Danny Watkins, but he is still a rookie free agent. Right now, the first man off the bench at tackle or guard will be six-year journeyman Allen Barbre. Grade: B+ (only because of the lack of depth)

OFFENSE GPA: 3.15

How to improve the grade: Stay healthy on the offensive line, allowing the running backs to gallop free in what should be a healthy 50-50 run-pass split in the game plan. McCoy could challenge for the league lead in rushing and yards from scrimmage, even with Brown and Polk getting some carries. If this happens, Vick should find a comfort zone. It he doesn’t, we’re revisiting a past we don’t want to see.

How to fail: Suffering injuries on the offensive line, and/or Johnson struggling, could spell doom. Also, if none of the receivers – including the tight ends — really step up and consistently hold onto the ball and make plays. Several guys in this group have the talent to make names for themselves (or in Jackson’s case, reclaim his place as an elite player), but there is no guarantee. The dink-and-dunk passing game, with the option for select shots downfield, could get predictable in a hurry without everything really clicking.

DEFENSE

Coordinator: Billy Davis

Key Assistant: Bill McGovern (Charged with coaching the suspect outside linebackers, he has coached on the collegiate level for 27 years but has no NFL experience).

System: 3-4 (most of the time, we think)

Defensive Line: This appears to be the strength of the unit, if only by default. If you don’t have a nose guard in a 3-4, you may as well scrap the whole system. Veteran Isaac Sopoaga, signed from the San Francisco 49ers, is not a superstar but he knows how to play the position. Oddly, if we see him taking around 30 percent of the snaps, it means he is doing his job on running downs and getting off the field to give way to others in different packages. Second-year man Fletcher Cox, the first-round pick from 2012, and self-made man Cedric Thornton both look like the real deal. Additionally, 2012 second-round pick Vinny Curry appears to be a better fit for the defense than anyone expected. Rookies Bennie Logan and Damion Square can play either nose or end and have promising futures. Clifton Geathers, perhaps because of his freakish size (6-8, 340), curiously remains on the roster. Grade: B

Linebacker: This is where it gets a bit dicey. Surprisingly, the Eagles kept only three outside linebackers on the roster, jettisoning both Chris McCoy and Everette Brown after strong preseasons. Only Connor Barwin, the free agent, has experience at the position. Longtime defensive end Trent Cole and third-year man Brandon Graham, who was coming into his own at the end of last season as a defensive end, are still learning on the job. They each seem fine going forward, stuffing the run and getting after the passer, but expect opposing quarterbacks to simply audible out of runs when Cole and/or Graham are on the field and throw swing passes to backs and tight ends out in the flat. Until they can prove they can handle the inevitable challenges, expect to see these types of plays a lot early in the season. Inside, DeMeco Ryans and Mychal Kendricks have looked comfortable. Kendricks, in his second year, is being touted as a three-down linebacker and don’t be shocked if he takes his share of snaps outside to help in coverage. Clay Matthews, rookie free agent Jake Knott and Najee Goode are the backups inside. Matthews and Goode – signed off waivers from Tampa Bay, prompting the semi-shocking release of Emmanuel Acho – may also see time on passing downs. All three should excel on special teams. Grade: C-

Secondary: The Eagles were one of the worst in the league last year, despite some big names at the cornerback position, giving up 33 touchdown passes. Brought in as free agents were Cary Williams and Bradley Fletcher, and each seem be cast in roles a notch above their comfort zones. Williams was the No. 2 corner with the Super Bowl champion Baltimore Ravens and now becomes the No. 1 here, drawing the opponents’ top receivers. His competitive fire is encouraging, but will wear thin with the fans if he reminds them of Izel “Toast” Jenkins. Fletcher, more of a nickel corner after a knee injury derailed a promising career in St. Louis, is the No. 2 corner. The most talented corner, Brandon Boykin, is deemed too small (5-10, 185) to play outside and is ticketed for the slot – for now. Shaun Prater, a special teams ace, was signed off waivers. Rookie Jordan Poyer, the seventh-rounder who seems like a slow-footed hustler, hangs onto a roster spot for now. Ditto for injured Brandon Hughes, who is known mostly for special teams play on what was a horrid unit the last two seasons. At safety, there are more questions than answers. Patrick Chung, the free agent from New England, has been christened the prize possession of the group, which is kind of like being the prettiest girl in Boys Town. Nate Allen (above) is the other starter – again – but only because he temporarily fended off a challenge from fifth-rounder Earl Wolff. Kurt Coleman returns, as does Colt Anderson, with the hopes that they do most of their chasing of the opposition on special teams. Grade: D+

DEFENSE GPA: 2.0

How to improve the grade: Be in the top 10 in the league in every category that equates to pressure on the quarterback – sacks, hits, hurries, pressures, knockdowns – to limit the outside linebackers and defensive backs being exposed. While the Eagles should be able to stop the run, this is a pass-first league and it could get ugly. A player like Cox or Kendricks needs to emerge as a budding star to build around, while Boykin pushes Williams or Fletcher out of the starting lineup.

How to fail: The line must fulfill its preseason promise, both in terms of generating pressure without the benefit of all-out blitzes and stuffing the run. If not, the record numbers of last year will not likely be reversed.

SPECIAL TEAMS

Coordinator: Dave Fipp

Kicking/Punting: Alex Henery is not considered an elite placekicker, but that is mainly because he hasn’t had the chance to put up gaudy numbers. He is accurate, particularly inside 50 yards, and a change in his approach on kickoffs has made him automatic lock for touchbacks on kickoffs (at least until the late-season winds swirl). Punter Donnie Jones fended off a strong challenge from rookie Brad Wing and looks to be the team’s most effective punter in years, maybe since Sean Landeta. Neither should have to worry about dealing with bad snaps. Long snapper Jon Dorenbos is of the best at his craft. Grade: A-

Coverage Units: With Henery looking strong on kickoffs and Jones able to consistently flip the field on punts, games can be stolen if the coverage teams perform an about-face from what we have seen from Bobby April’s units under Reid. With Fipp, there appears to be a culture change. The roster is loaded with players – Anderson, Coleman, Matthews, Goode, Prater, Boykin, Igwenagu, Hughes, etc. – known for being strong special-teams specialists. Rookies like Knott and Poyer and Wolff helped themselves by doing the same. Grade: A-

Return Game: While Johnson has been electric, picking up where he left off last season, ball security and judgment are concerns. Jackson, Kelly claims, will still get opportunities to reclaim the mantle of being one of the game’s most feared punt returners. Boykin, too, will get opportunities on kickoffs, and has some skills. Grade: A-

Special Teams GPA: 3.75

How to improve the grade: A lot of time has been invested in special teams since Kelly took the reins, and the back half of the roster clearly reflects that the units being a priority is not just lip service. All the players have to do is play how they have been coached. This is one spot in the team where the pieces are in place.

How to fail: Henery could hit a wall, but it’s unlikely. And the young players on the field could lead to some mental errors and costly penalties that ultimately turn possible wins into frustrating defeats.

SCHEDULE

The league has done the Eagles no favor with the schedule. After opening in Washington on Monday night, they return home the following Sunday to take on San Diego and, five days later, to welcome back Reid and the Kansas City Chiefs on a Thursday night. That is followed by three difficult road games – at Denver, in the Meadowlands against the Giants and at Tampa – before home games with Dallas and the Giants again. That’s a lot to ask from a young team still finding itself.  What the Kelly-coached Eagles have on their side is the element of surprise, a polar opposite from the last few years when they were painfully predictable under Reid. They also bring an everything-to-gain-and-nothing-to-lose approach, which can be dangerous. If they can get through those first six games at 3-3 and can be 4-4 at the midway point, perhaps a playoff push in a weak division is not out of the question. Realistically, though, it’s not 1960. The next leap year is 2016, a more realistic target to break the spell and recreate the mythology for future generations.

THE CRYSTAL BALL

The X-factor in the NFL is always injuries. If a division foe gets ravaged, like the Eagles were last season, maybe a 9-7 ceiling exists, but that is extreme. This team, tops, is 8-8, with all the bounces and breaks that sometimes accompany beginner’s luck with rookie coaches. That would include the special teams units stealing a game or two and pulling out a few wins by virtue of having the ball last. The bottom, the floor, is 4-12. But that would only be with the injury bug hitting here – again – and/or the first-half schedule proved too tall of a mountain to scale. Realistically, this is a transition year. Despite having a Player of the Year candidate in McCoy, we are looking at 6-10.

Originally appeared at http://www.phillyphanatics.com.

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“I don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps”

George Harrison (The Beatles)

-While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Rand Paul And Co. Are Driving Me Nuts

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I know I should be paying closer attention to the actual Capitol Hill banter on the seriousness of a sticking our beak into Syria‘s Civil War, but I have been overcome with one overpowering question: How is it that that that women with Southern twangs sound so sweet and sexy and the men sound like such jackasses?

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So tonight you better stop and rebuild all your ruins, because peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.

Led Zeppelin

-Immigrant Song

Defeating the Kobayashi Maru

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By GORDON GLANTZ

Gordonglantz50@gmail.com

@Managing2Edit

GORDONVILLE – As we sat around the dinner table – you know, kind of like “The Waltons” (Sofia even insists we take turns saying grace, which is a challenge when it’s my turn because I feel I need to leave the word God out of it) – we commenced discussing this Syria situation.

It was Saturday, and my head was still spinning from Temple’s 28-6 loss/moral victory against Notre Dame (my young Owls were 30-point underdogs) and the Eagles’ inexplicable roster cuts (no Chris McCoy, really?), but CNN on in the background helped refocus the conversation.

My mother, Sofia’s Nana, seems the most obsessed about it (you know seniors, when they get stuck on something). The wife, Sofia’s Mama, seeks a solution as an intellectual challenge.

Me? I don’t see why the Eagles need six cornerbacks on the active roster when two have broken hands …

Oh wait, Syria.

Yeah, that’s a tough call.

Damned if we do, damned if we don’t (and damn, don’t I enjoy the freedom to use a word like “damned”).

“Kind of reminds me of the Kobayashi Maru,” I said.

“Wait … what?” said a little voice.

Yeah, that was Sofia, already talking like Taylor Swift as an incoming missile of a first-grader.

I know, right? (Yep, she says that, too).

So I had to explain that it was not a new Japanese restaurant, which was important to clarify since her Mama has a Sushi addiction (I’ll have to save that line for a song).

It derives from the alternate universe that is Star Trek. As Trekkies know – I am a hidden Trekkie, as I’ll watch the original series for hours but not be caught dead at a convention – the Kobayaski Maru, while not a bad name for a high-end Japanese food joint, is a Starfleet test.

Cadets, as shown in the opening scene of the fine flick “Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan,” have to find a way to survive in a simulated no-win scenario.

After the commander in training, a fine Vulcan chick (despite the ears) named Saarek, flunks – and first-time viewers are led to believe everyone is really dead on the ship – Kirk walks through a door in the mock bridge and engages Saarek in constructive criticism.

“I don’t believe in the no-win scenario,” he says.

Kirk, as it turns out, is the only cadet to have avoided losing.

How so?

He cheated, programming the computer ahead of time, for which he received a commendation for “original thinking.”

As much of a glass-half-empty type of a guy as I am – particularly with sports and traffic jams – I am kind of with Kirk, a role model of sorts (although Mr. Spock, with his logic, appeals the most).

Syria might be a lose-lose – as most scenarios in the arcane Arab world are (Spring or no Spring) – but the president, blessed with an IQ double that of his predecessor, will at least join Temple and find a way to beat the spread and record a moral victory.

I think Obama should wait – at least until after the Eagles open the season on Monday Night Football, Sept. 9.

The wife thinks he should put the onus on Congress a little, as it is a political wedge issue at home as much as it is a moral one in Syria.

Nana, she just holds her head, not knowing what to do.

“I would attack now,” says a little voice.

Why? We ask.

“To surprise them,” she responds.

And it’s not like she hasn’t been giving it some deep thought.

As soon as she heard about it, she said: “Another war? Not again. I don’t believe it.”

And then she broke out her map to locate Syria and study the logistics.

While she was more upset Saturday afternoon that Disney Jr. did away with her favorite game on its website, our little Hillary Clinton was refocused on world affairs come dinner time.

The question arose about whether or not Syria bordered Israel. I said it did, but Nana dared to doubt me (I guess that’s fair, considering the grades I brought home). Sofia backed her Daddy up, breaking out her trusty map (after grilling me over where I put it after tidying up the family room that often looks like Hurricane Katrina blew through and George W. Bush sent “Brownie” to deal with it).

After she put it away, the question arose as to whether Syria was also bordered by a body of water. In an instant replay, my affirmative response was not good enough. Sofia went for the map again and pointed it out.

“See, Nana, the Mediterranean Sea,” she replied.

And yes, she rattled off that word – with its 13 letters and six syllables – as if it were “gaga.”

It’s been that kind of summer with Sofia.

For me, she has found a way to help me win the no-win scenario.

And I will be so eternally grateful that I vow to spoil her rotten forever.

I know I was already doing that, but you get the point.

That car at 16 is looking good, even if she isn’t allowed to drive it until she is 30.

Meanwhile, at 6, she continues to do and say amazing things – like the morning she got up first (a true rarity, as she is a night owl like her Daddy) and sat quietly under a hallway light and made a list of all the states and their capitals.

Or like the time she got her dolls ready for a tea party for hours, including writing up invitations (she tried to make the cats sit still for the party but it didn’t work).

Or the time I came home late from the recording studio and she scurried out into the hall to issue a whispered warning: “Mommy’s not happy with you.”

It’s terrific that Sofia is smart, but even better that she has – at least so far – a desire to learn.

She had a summer reading list knocked out by June, and her math workbook nailed by July. She has a first-grade primer she does just for fun. Ditto for drawing and crafts.

She also throws the cutest tantrums when she doesn’t get her way, or when she is misunderstood or rushed, and it’s hard to get her off the computer and/or iPad.

She can be bad.

But it’s all good.

She is better than any mind-numbing tranquilizer. It has been the best, most carefree summer of my “adult” life.

We have gone on multi-night stays in Hershey and the Eastern Shore of Maryland (she was a little bored at Annapolis, but was a good sport for my sake). She also took day trips to Dutch Wonderland and Crystal Cave.

She got a new kitten, Hershey, giving us a feline hat trick (even though Sofia is a little allergic).

In between, I have been her chauffeur for all kinds of stuff – piano lessons, swimming lessons, music camp and gymnastics.

But it’s not just about where she has gone and what she has done. It has been a blessing – there I said it – to be in the here and now with her, without having to worry about rushing off to work all the time and coming home after she is already asleep.

There have been glimpses into the future, too. In tears, she confessed that some of the girls in her dance class this past year could do cartwheels and that the teacher praised them – and one specifically – for being graceful.

You could see the betrayal in her face when Nana let it slip, after pinky-swearing not to tell, which kid from Kindergarten Sofia considered her boyfriend (this happened while Sofia was pretending to be at a café in France and making Nana be the waitress).

I played dumb, telling Sofia I didn’t hear what Nana said because my hearing aid wasn’t in, but I don’t think she bought it.

Being able to share this extended quality time with her – negotiating like union-versus-management to get her to practice the piano and watching “The Family Guy” from 11 to midnight (although she thought it was a good idea to put on Al-Jazeera to get “their point of view” Saturday night) – has taken the losing hand I was dealt by being left jobless and turned it into into a royal flush.

They say that it is he who laughs last, laughs the loudest.

I have had some loud laughs this summer, so I guess I’m laughing last.

And it’s all because of Sofia and her ability to turn my my Kobayashi Maru into a win — without even cheating.

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Temple of Doom

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Note: One thing you need to know about me is that I sometimes prepare myself for the worst-case scenario by predicting it, particularly in sports. That said, I’m not really feeling good vibrations about Temple Owls this weekend, as they open their season Saturday (Aug. 31) at Notre Dame. Let’s see how it turns out.

The following is a reprint of column I did for the nice folks over at http://www.phillyphanatics.com:

By GORDON GLANTZ

Gordonglantz50@gmail.com

@Managing2Edit

GORDONVILLE — I could have gone anywhere – well, not really – but I chose Temple back in 1982, in advance of graduating high school in 1983.

Up until that point, I always just assumed I’d be a Penn State guy.

As preparation, I was a Penn State football fan, watching its games on Saturday afternoons.

I specifically recall being devastated on New Year’s Day, 1979, when the Lions had four cracks at the goal line from a yard out and couldn’t score against Alabama in the Sugar Bowl.

But when Penn State played against Temple, I had to pull for the Owls.

It was in my blood, my DNA. My family tree is planted on North Broad Street.

Temple winning was unrealistic, I know, but that’s where my emotional attachment was rooted.

I regularly attended Temple games since the early 1970s, when Wayne Hardin’s teams won more than they lost and played a lot of games in the comfy atmosphere of old Temple Stadium in Mt. Airy.

Temple took on Penn State a few times and nearly won a few, a fact that hastened my distaste for the arrogance of the average Nittany Lion fan who took the thrill out of victory for themselves by expecting it as a birthright.

By the time I became a Temple student, I had no need for Penn State in my life. I was particularly disgusted by friends who went there – notably female friends who wouldn’t know a goal line from a clothes line – who got swept up in the tail-gate culture.

Temple was more of a basketball school, and I was there when the Owls were No. 1 in the country for most of a season (Mark Macon’s freshman
year) under John Chaney.

That was nice, but basketball ain’t football, folks.

We had Paul Palmer setting records, and even a 6-5 season in there (good enough for one of the 819 bowl games nowadays), but it wasn’t the big time.

It only got worse from there. Coaches I don’t even want to remember – Jerry Berndt, Ron Dickerson, Bobby Wallace – were good men who couldn’t stem the tide of the slide.

The Big East gave us the boot for being too feeble of a sparring partner. The games with Penn State were rarely close anymore , as Joe Paterno would run up the score and then empty the bench.

All I wanted was a reason to hope.

I had modest goals. A few winning seasons, maybe? An upset victory over Penn State just once before I perish?

Enter Al Golden, a former Penn State player and Paterno disciple. Within a few seasons, he had Temple not only competitive, but winning. Sure, it was the MAC and not the Big East, but the Owls went to the Eaglebank Bowl in 2009 (losing to UCLA, but only because star running back Bernard Pierce got dinged before halftime). We were just as good the
following year, going 8-4, but became the first 8-win team since the expanded bowl format not to get a bowl invite. (Meanwhile, teams that were 6-6 went to bowls).

Golden bolted for Miami and Steve Addazio arrived. The Owls went back to a bowl game in 2011, the New Mexico Bowl, and won. Yes, won. My goal became simple. Give me four .500 seasons and three second-tier bowl appearances within a 5-year cycle.

I had no delusions of grandeur about national titles, or even finishing in the Top 25.

It seemed like Addazio was going to give us that standard, despite a little bit of a dip under .500 in 2012, as he was a better recruiter, pound for pound, than Golden.

Then, he bolts for Boston College, clearly showing that Temple is a stepping-stone job for these guys.

Enter Matt Rhule, a former first lieutenant under Golden who spent his time in exile earning a Super Bowl ring as the offensive line coach with the New York Giants (as high on my NFL “hate” list as Penn State on the NCAA level).

Rhule ran an offense under Golden that was, at times, painful to watch. It only produced because of the running of Pierce and his backup, Matt Brown, behind a solid offensive line. The play-calling was often gruesome.

But he seems to have returned a changed man, revamping the
offense to a more wide-open look.

When Connor Reilly stands over center at Notre Dame – yes, that Notre Dame – he will be the fourth starting quarterback in four seasons. Meanwhile, Rhule is the third coach in four seasons and the American Athletic Conference the third league in three seasons.

Can we get a little continuity here?

Last year’s quarterback, Chris Coyer, who also started the second half of the previous season – earning MVP honors in the New Mexico Bowl – has been moved to H-Back (don’t be surprised if he ends up back at quarterback at some point, even if H-Back gives him a better shot at a pro career).

The era of dominant running attacks – paced by Pierce, Brown and Montel Harris – seems to have given way to a running-back-by-committee approach, if only out of necessity (Kenny Harper and Jamie Gilmore are likely to be the main guys, when running plays are actually called, but there is no need to memorize their names).

The defense, led by sophomore linebacker Tyler Matakevich, appears to be more of an issue than an offense with some nice playmakers at receiver.

But that’s not my concern.

All things considered, my goal of being bowl eligible is not outlandish once league play and some less insane out of conference games commence.

But Saturday scares me.

I suppose it’s noble, taking the dare and playing at Notre Dame and opening the season in that hornet’s nest as a 30-point underdog, but it could cost the young team an ego blow – on national television, in front of a trillion zealous Irish-Catholics from coast to coast – from which it doesn’t recover.

Saturday’s opener is almost being viewed as a nice little field trip for the team that will be followed by a friendly scrimmage against the No. 14 team in country.

Oh, if only that were true.

It’s a train wreck waiting to happen. I have to watch, for loyalty reasons stated above, but anyone else without a vested interest should consider this warning that the images they are about to see Saturday afternoon could be disturbing.

I am hoping for the best – which, realistically, is staying competitive – but am fully prepared for the worst.

As Hyman Roth said to Michael Corleone in “Godfather II” – “this is the life we have chosen.”

And I chose Temple.

 

 

 

 

Petty

 

“Two cars parked on the overpass
Rocks hit the water like broken glass
Should have known right then it was too good to last
It’s such a drag when you live in the past”

Tom Petty

-Even The Losers

The Dream Goes On

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Fifty years ago, we saw the best of the American spirit and its will to change when the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. led a march on Washington, D.C.

There, he delivered one of the greatest speeches in our history, one that rivals Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg address.

He said it better than I, or anyone else, could explain it. So why not read it again — I know, it requires patience, but try — with enlightened eyes?

The following is the full text:

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

 

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”