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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.

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.

 

 

 

 

From Fantasy To Reality

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By GORDON GLANTZ

GordonGlantz50@gmail.com

@Managing2Edit

GORDONVILLE – I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the Aaron Hernandez murder case lately.

And three names come to mind: Jimmy Graham, Jason Witten and Tony Gonzalez.

And no for the uninitiated – i.e. fairer sex – they do not comprise the legal defense Dream Team II, ready to swoop and rescue the accused Hernandez from a seeming lock for a life sentence in the alleged cold and calculated slaying of an “associate.”

With Hernandez in stripes, and teammate Ron Gronkowski on the mend from offseason surgery, the aforementioned comprise the other “elite” tight ends that suddenly move up the cheat sheets for the litany of fantasy football drafts that will be taking place next month.

Why, you may wonder, am I taking this twisted and demented view of the killing of a man?

Because, gulp, I am back in the game.

I pretty much gave up fantasy football around the time Sofia came into the world, but it turned out that itch I was feeling was not a mosquito bite.

The conduit for my old addiction, one I thought I had beaten, coming back to haunt me was Facebook.

I sent a private message to the guy who still runs my former league, the one I co-founded, and he said he wished he could get some of the clowns currently in the circuit to move along but, at present, there were no openings.

Part of me was disappointed, but another was relieved that I wouldn’t have to explain to my better half that I getting back into it.

Choosing to look on the bright side, I put this minor disappointment behind me.

But, as fate would have it, an old college chum, a Jewish guy who likes country music – we’ll call him Bucky Goldberg – messaged me saying his league had a spot open and asked if I was interested.

He added that he wasn’t sure if I had done the fantasy thing or not, but figured it was worth a try.

Ha, Bucky!

You’re talking to a draft-day specialist, perennial contender and multiple winning of championships here.

But also someone who doesn’t wear the pants in the family – a sad-but-true fact I had to reveal.

Peering out through the eye holes from the bag over my head, I told him I’d have to ask my wife.

With quivering knees, I submitted my application for approval, which she promptly stamped “denied” upon in the Gordonville Court of Common Pleas.

I didn’t even get the chance to argue about how I don’t do all the other things guys do – poker night, golf outings, shooting pool, bowling leagues, hunting/fishing trips, darts  etc. – while riding the hobby horse of life.

If it were a Democracy, the cruel and unusual treatment would have been unconstitutional.

However, upon appeal, I was granted tepid permission – but under the condition that if I became obsessed again, I would have to quit in the middle of the season.

In the middle of the season?

Quit?

Forgive her, she knows not of what she speaks.

In the judges’ chambers, we hammered out a deal.

I explained that we are in the age of hand-held devices – app-loaded cell phones and iPads – I wouldn’t have to spend hours on end following games online (I once spent three-plus hours following a San Diego Chargers game on NFL.com because I was in the playoffs, as per usual, and LaDainian Tomlinson held my fate in his hands).

At that point, I was granted one probationary season.

With that, I sprung right to action.

I contacted Bucky with the news, went right out and bought my first magazine to prep for the merciless act of drafting the rest of the league into submission and have played out D-Day (draft day, ladies) scenarios and strategies in my head.

I stumbled out of the starting gate, needing 129 tries to log onto the league website, but my team – “DaSopranos” (not my first choice for a name, but all the others were taken by someone in one of the leagues on the site that hosts my new league) – is now an official franchise.

I texted my good friend, the guy I co-founded the former league with, and secretly hoped he would sign on as consultant.

Instead, I got back “Ha Ha, have fun with that.”

My response: “The draft will be fun, probably all downhill from there.”

I was being modest. Barring injuries – I once had a player, Joey Galloway, pull up lame with hamstring injury minutes before a game (costing me a semifinal win) – it’s going to be a proverbial walk in the park.

The hope, though, is the years away have taught me to take it with a grain of salt.

Then again, salt is loaded with sodium.

And sodium is to blood pressure what tobacco is to lung cancer.

And the cheerleaders say: Give me an Oy. Give me a Vey. Oy … Vey. … Oy … Vey …

In Cooper’s Corner

By GORDON GLANTZ

Gordonglantz50@gmail.com

@Managing2Edit

GORDONVILLE – I always liked Riley Cooper.

I thought the Eagles committed highway robbery in 2010 when they snagged him in the fifth round of the NFL Draft out of Florida, where he was the favorite target of roommate Tim Tebow for the two-time national champion Gators.Image

As a rookie, when Cooper was in the midst of what seemed to be a breakout game against the Tennessee Titans (during which Andy Reid managed to snatch a defeat from the jaws of victory), my exuberance led to a halftime Facebook status that Cooper was the object of my man-crush.

I was kidding, but the point was that I have always been in this kid’s corner.

I remember the recovery of the onside kick in the 2010 remake of the Miracle of the Meadowlands, and his highlight-reel touchdown catch last season, after coming back strong after from a broken collarbone.

While the Eagle Nation mourned the loss of Jeremy Maclin for the season, I saw an opportunity for Cooper – along with Damaris Johnson – to step up and fill the void.

I was encouraged to read quotes from Reid’s replacement, Chip Kelly, who seemed – through layers of Coachspeak, one of the few foreign languages I comprehend – to be giving Cooper a vote of confidence.

He talked about all the attributes I always saw – Cooper’s size, hands, downfield blocking (a must in this new offense) and physicality.

Seemed like opportunity had knocked — and fate was answering — for Cooper in a sport where back-up players keep their heads down and work at their craft, not wishing for injury to teammates but are keeping themselves ready for the inevitable.

His career totals of 46 catches and five touchdowns seemed likely to be topped in just one season.

And that fast, penalty flags all over the field.

He was caught on tape in the middle of a drunken tirade at a Kenny Chesney concert. He cursed at a security guard and used the “N” word. It happened weeks ago, but came out this week to the normal shock and dismay.

If you would have told me this had happened and to guess which white player would be guilty of something so moronic, Cooper would have been about the last guy I would have guessed.

He always seemed so laid back when interviewed, and maybe we were fooled by him saying semi-religious stuff about “being blessed” to have made a catch and so forth.

Cooper is a rarity in that he not only got his college degree, despite being a two-sport star pro in either football or baseball (ironically, he was drafted by the Phillies out of high school). And his degree was in family, youth and community services (a stark contrast to some of the laughable fields of study chosen – i.e. recreation — by athletes).

That should provide more of a window into his inner being, at least for those who want to dig that deep.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt, you would have to say he is a decent person. Whatever he feels in his heart and soul, he revealed that he is only human.

And humans make mistakes.

Even sure-handed receivers, like Cooper, drop the ball.

And he dropped it hard.

Now the question: Should his illegal procedure be followed by more penalty flags for piling on and for late hits from the peanut gallery?

“All men die, not all men live,” is his favorite quote, according to the team’s media guide. Should others now sentence him to live in infamy?

The guy is a football player – one who will be 26 in September.

Stop and let that sink in.

And consider:

-More tapes of Richard Nixon’s psychotic rants have come out and the only response from the mainstream media is that they are “interesting.”

-Bill O’Reilly race-baits nightly on Fox News but because he hides behind buzzwords, as opposed to the “N” word, he is right there on the air every night.

-Rick Santorum said homosexuality equated to bestiality and he was a serious candidate by a major political party for president (winning four states, good for 248 delegates and 20 percent of the vote).

-Jesse Jackson, in 1983, referred to New York as “Hymietown” and his only excuse – in lieu of an apology — was that the conversation with the reporter was off-the-record. He also said that he was “sick and tired of hearing about the Holocaust.” A civil rights leader to this day, he was a presidential candidate, not to mention a Baptist minister.

Until we hold people like these to a higher standard, we should think twice about a football player who wasn’t allowed backstage at a concert and used a word he likely hears daily.

Even if Riley Cooper wasn’t “brought up like that” by his parents, which is what he says, the culture has brought the “N” word to lips.

Cooper works in an environment where that word, for better or worse, is probably tossed around more than the oblong pigskin that he is paid to catch 1,000 times in practice just so he can get his paws on IT a few times 16 weeks of the year during the season.

It likely comes from locker-room boom boxes, or from teammates rattling off the lyrics to the latest rap song (a genre Cooper also likes, along with country). It comes from joking around. It comes from quotes on tattoos on their muscled-up bodies.

And, let’s be honest, that word – or ones like it – can be heard in small groups of same-race players talking about others.

I have been in pro locker rooms. Trust me on this.

Sometimes athletes get caught doing whatever and they issue apologies that we dare judge as true, false or somewhere in between.

The sense here is that Cooper is genuinely sorry – and no, not just because he got caught, which is the cute riddle with no rhyme the public lynch mob enjoys.

From reports, he actively apologized. None of it was staged. The team fined him, after consulting with the NFL – an entity besieged with players doing a lot of more egregious things (including Aaron Hernandez, Cooper and Tebow’s college teammate) than a guy going temporarily insane at a concert.

The team is also going to send him to sensitivity training, even placing him on leave as of Friday (we’ll probably see him back sometime between the first and second preseason games, when other storylines emerge).

That’s more than teammate Jason Peters got from the team for allegedly drag racing and leading police on a car chase prior to camp. It’s more in the way of ramifications against LeSean McCoy for a Twitter war with the mother of his son, or for the alleged incident last December which involved a woman who said he, and others, assaulted her on a party bus he rented – while he was supposed to be preparing to return from a concussion – to go from Philadelphia to New York City.

Cooper lists McCoy as his funniest teammate. Maybe he thought the star running back was kidding when he came out and said he couldn’t respect Cooper anymore and felt that he lost a friend.

Surely, McCoy is not alone. Cooper has a lot of damage control ahead of him. And it’s all with a target on his back for a few seconds of indiscretion.

He has already punished himself. No matter what he says or does, probably for the rest of his life, he will be branded as “that guy.” There will be protestors at away games. There will be boos whenever he makes a catch.

It’s a bad situation, but there is no need to make it worse.

They say that those without sin should throw the first stone, and yet stones are coming fast and furious at Riley Cooper – at least until the next pro athlete steals the headlines for something stupid they said or did.

No one knows this better than quarterback Michael Vick, who spent 21 months in jail for well-documented transgressions, only to come out and be voted “most courageous” by his mostly black teammates.

Vick, along with the ultra-religious Jason Avant, have been the first to forgive – without necessarily forgetting – in the case of Cooper.

As for me?

I still like Riley Cooper.

I just don’t like what he did.

I’m still in his corner.

And I’m not ready to throw in the towel.

This commentary also appeared at phillyphanatics.com

Thanks Dad, For The Love Of The Games

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By GORDON GLANTZ

GordonGlantz50@gmail.com

GORDONVILLE — A lot has happened in the last five years.

Good things, bad things and just plain things that happen as we play the unpredictable game of life.

It is enough that it would belie the notion that the time flies by.

But Father’s Day, 2008, seems like yesterday.

It was all about my daughter, Sofia, who just happens to be making me my 2013 Father’s Day card right now – asking how to spell the names of our cats to sign it for them (they’re napping, or else she might be tempted to figure a way to put their paw prints on it).

But there was the phone call with my father, and a subsequent conversation that turned to sports.

A month later, he was in a car accident and never recovered, despite signs of false hope, and he died while in hospice care that August.

He missed the Phillies winning the 2008 World Series by a few months.

Ironically, and despite having three decades of fandom on me, I had witnessed this rare gift from the baseball Gods more times in my life than he did (not counting the technicality of the Philadelphia A’s. of course).

More peculiar, though, is the fact that I find myself thinking in these terms.

My father and I had an odd relationship, and communication – although improved as the years saw me move into adulthood and he into senior citizenship – was often coded.

And that code was sports.

It was our common ground.

Even on serious topics, or ones seemingly unrelated, the analogies would be sports-centric.

While his yearbook shows participation on the track team, my father was not a natural athlete. He biggest claim to fame was returning an interception for a touchdown in a pickup game of touch football while in the military.

He would claim his broken nose and surgically repaired knee were “old football injuries” but we would usually roll our eyes.

That’s because we had eyewitness accounts to the contrary.

My Uncle Oscar, his older brother, was the team captain of Central High’s basketball team. He used to say that “Sammy was a klutz” in a matter-of-fact tone.

Everyone at the table, except my father, would laugh.

Uncle Oscar might have been overstating it a bit. My dad had the basics down. We played catch, and shot baskets in the driveway, and he wasn’t a complete “klutz.”

But the evidence is there.

Because he was left-handed, my dad made the non-athlete’s mistake of buying me a glove for my right hand when I was preschool age. My first street hockey stick was curved the wrong way (a blessing in disguise, as it helped develop my wicked wrist shot).

My first baseball bat was too heavy, so he told me just to put it on my shoulder. I knew better, which probably helped my bat speed at a young age.

But when it came to the art of being a fan, my father knew best.

He showed me how to keep a scorecard, baseball or basketball, a lost art at which I was proficient by Sofia’s age (6 and change).

It is safe to say I knew how to read the standings – usually finding the Phillies and Eagles in last place – in the newspaper before I could even read the articles.

We played sports strategy games – my favorite board games, outside of Monopoly – which enhanced my understanding of Xs and Os when I watched sports on television.

Or in person.

And that happened a lot.

It was not uncommon to attend four or five sporting events in weekend.

This was especially true in the fall. He had season tickets to the Eagles, which are now mine, and to Temple football. He shared a package for the 76ers and, to make me happy, scored Flyers tickets –the toughest in town – when he could.

The winter, as the NBA and NHL continued, Big 5 basketball – the vintage Big 5, before Villanova ruined it with its snobbery – was part of the mix.

The spring brought a Sunday package for Phillies games (my first was actually helmet day at Connie Mack Stadium, and I still remember that palpitation in my heart when we came through the tunnel and saw the diamond).

We would attend the Penn Relays each spring. It was also not uncommon to check out a high school game. In the summer, we would invariably find ourselves at Temple’s McGonigle Hall taking in double- and triple-headers of the Sonny Hill League and Baker League.

I was only with my father on weekends, so not much homework got done. If we weren’t at a game, I was outside acting out what I saw or in my room replaying match-ups via Strat-O-Matic games.

When he started seeing my subpar report cards, he became aware of the monster he created and played the dangling-carrot game, threatening attendance at upcoming games, if he didn’t see improvement.

Invariably, though, it didn’t come to pass. We would be in the car, stopping at Pat’s Steaks and heading to one of the venues.

It was a golden time in Philadelphia sports.

I was born in 1965, so we saw all four teams rise to power. Three of them – the Flyers (1974, 1975), Phillies (1980) and Sixers (1983) –went on to win championships.

The Eagles, well, it’s more complicated.

The greatest memory remains the victory over Dallas in the NFC title game in January of 1981. The worst, and the last time together at Veterans Stadium, was that bitter loss to Tampa Bay.

Disgusted and cold, he left as soon as the game ended. He stayed in my seat for a good 20 minutes, not only replaying the game but reflecting on all the good times I had in that stadium.

And he was the reason.

When my father passed away, there were the invariable things left unsaid.

For the love of sports, Philadelphia-style, I can only say this.

Thank you, dad.

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