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A Myspace Flashback

This was originally posted on MySpace on June 11, 2007:

There's something that bothers me about the statement: "It's only a game."

Like the hurt, anger, shock, jubilation or happiness of playing in or watching a sporting event is lessened by that thought. And you know what makes it better, when a second person, then a third and a fourth tell you the same thing.

Sports are a way of life for many people. No longer able to play at a certain level (or at all), we latch on to our favorite teams to continue seeking the high we got from our athletic participation days. That is why there are so many fanatical people out there following "their" teams.

Of course, the fanaticism goes to extreme. Was it "just a game" for Andres Escobar? He was the Colombian defender who accidentally knocked the ball into his own goal during the 1994 World Cup allowing the Americans to win.

Is it only a game for the thousands, nay millions, of rabid followers of the Mexican National Soccer team? The ones who take to the streets to celebrate big victories, and voice their displeasure about losses.

Even beyond soccer, what about the fans of teams in L.A., Detroit and elsewhere who take to the streets in near-riot mode after a big victory?

So, yes, winning and losing really matter. No one goes through life trying to lose. You never took a test in school trying to get an F? You never asked out someone you really, REALLY liked hoping to get rejected? 

 But all that is nothing compared to the psychological effects winning can do for you.

In 2002, Gina's mom died the Friday before the beginning of the World Series. We, obviously, we're devastated by our loss, and wondering what it would be like watching the Angels' first series without her (an Angels' fan herself).

But it turned out that the World Series came at exactly the right moment for us. We took the opportunity to go and watch the games with Gina's dad. Growing up, baseball was one of the few ways that the two of them connected, so sitting down at a sports bar among people helped us talk and enjoy the moments.

We said our final goodbye to her mom a week later, the day of Game 6. I remember that it had been overcast and gloomy during the middle of the week, but it was sunny, but brisk that day. We had the service, and then a reception. I turned on the game in a side bedroom to keep tabs on what was going on -- and it wasn't pretty. Here we were still grieving over the loss and fuming about something that happened during the reception, and to make matter worse, the Angels were losing 5-0 and were going to lose the World Series.

We packed up to head home, and being the masochist I am, I went ahead and turned on the game -- just in time to hear Scott Spiezio's home run. I frantically called Gina (we were in separate cars) and told her we were coming back, and the crowd was going wild. The drive home flew by. I was back in Ontario when Darin Erstad hit his leadoff home run to make it 5-4, and I was practically in hysterics. I stopped for drinks at a Circle K, and we had the lead.

We sprinted into the apartment in time to see Troy Percival shut down the Giants for the 6-5 victory, hearing Joe Buck say "See you tomorrow night." I still get goose bumps just thinking about it.

We watched the highlights giddy. Seeing Spiezio's homer, I think both of us had the feeling that it got a little help from the newest Angel that night, because we know Gina's mom was looking out for her team and her kids at their time of need.

Tell me that "was just a game."

Where I think we've lost our way is that somehow being competitive and wanting to win means you can't be a good sportsman. That the lessons of fair play go out the window in the quest of winning. 

When I was in Little League (oh boy, here he goes again), playing in the lowest (non T-ball) division, we played. And we played to win. This was back before coach's pitched, walks were replaced by swings at a ball on the tee, safety baseballs and no one keeping score -- because we were all winners. No, the game was meant to be played to win.

I even remember one of those games. I was 9, and we were playing a team we hadn't beat all season. It was a late spring/early summer evening, and both teams were playing hard, jumping up and down in our dugouts and having a good time. If I remember correctly, we rallied, and then hung on for a 3-2 victory. 3-2, with a bunch of 8- and 9-year-olds.

Things started to change as I grew up. More and more parents were forgetting the lessons they were supposed to teach their kids, instead seeking absolute perfection. Yelling and screaming after every little mistake (like a 10-year-old is going to catch every ground ball hit their way). Berating volunteer officials to the point of physical violence. And then, to make sure no ones feelings were hurt at the end of the day, everyone started getting trophies (or medals) just for playing. Rules were changed to make the game safer and allow everyone the chance to hit (eliminating walks, for instance). Parents stopped keeping score and reinforcing the "everyone's a winner" motto.

I've since been a coach. The first thing I tell players and parents is that we will have fun during the season, but I do expect one thing: That while the players are on the field, that they are 100 percent on the field and trying to the best of their ability for the two hours we are there -- in other words "Go Hard or Go Home." As long as we do that, we'll never have any problems. And ya know what, we won more than we lost -- and nobody ever felt like we were doing their kids wrong.

So, now five days removed from the "just a game" that set me off on this rant, have my feelings mellowed on the subject of the Ducks winning the Stanley Cup. Ummm... how about no. But it doesn't mean I haven't looked at it objectively. Nor does it mean I can't give them credit (the cheating bast ... errr ... the superior team in the series got the win. Of course, Ottawa didn't help its cause by playing its worst game of the playoffs in Game 5).

In the end, the key to being a good player or fan, is the ability to move on. Forget ones losses. Learn from your mistakes. Look ahead to the next challenge without dwelling on the past. So taking that lesson into account, all I gotta say is:

Only 111 days until the Kings play the Ducks to open the season in London (Sept. 29 and 30). GO KINGS!

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And you know what's the best part? You don't have to stop working at your current career!
You -- yes, you! -- too can become a part of the popular liberal media!
(And just like the bulk of the people actually working in the media, you won't get paid.)
In your job, you can become a reporter, photographer, blogger and -- if you're real ambitious -- videographer for your local news outlet.
And if you think I'm being a cynical journalist burnout -- well, you'd probably be right. But it's also the truth.
Many, many, MANY news outlets are turning their publications over to "citizen journalists." Every day people with a smart phone, camera and home computer and the desire to share their gifts with the masses.
And it's not just for, you know, actual news. Going to your child's Little League game? Post pictures. Spend the day at church? Write about the sermon. Going for a hike? Write a blog for us rating the trail.
Media companies are scrambling. They're trying anything and everything. Some even want to become the Facebook for a community.
But there's a problem ... there's already a Facebook. And on it, you don't have to share your pictures with everyone and anyone in your city -- or the world -- who happens to come to media website. Facebook allows you to limit your friends, and who gets to see all those things.
Become a writer? Sure, sounds sexy. Until you realize you can't always say what you want whenever you want. Or that there are things like deadlines. Or a regular schedule to keep. Or that you also have 100 other things you have to do for your real job, family and personal life.
Plus, look at your Facebook timeline. Eliminate all the social media game requests, and what do you find a lot of? News stories from legitimate media outlets. Written by real reporters. Edited by the remaining professional editors. All for your consumption.
No matter how much the bean counters try to push it, "citizen journalism" is a search for fool's gold. It looks pretty, but it's not worth the money you think it is. You're trading in ethics, standards and real community knowledge for a bottom line that will spell the end of your bottom line -- when people tune you out and go elsewhere for their news.
So, good luck trying to get the citizens to "journalist" themselves.