Showing posts with label Bill Simmons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bill Simmons. Show all posts

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Facts and Noise: Lockout Edition

Much talk, little progress
This isn't breaking news or anything but I hate the lockout. I stopped blogging because I didn't want to write about it. My sister works for a fledgling school district in Langhorne, Pa., I worry about her. I'm far less concerned about the players bringing down their percentage of BRI (basketball-related income).

The lockout began on July 1, 201l. Since then, there's been a lot of noise coming from the players, owners, agents and talking heads. Although thanks to the baseball playoffs, hockey, college and pro football, no one really seems to notice/care. (Don't blame you). I told you my opinion and I'm sure yours falls within the confines of mine —  these rich bastards better stop arguing and get back to the game before they lose me or screw these rich bastards, I'm out.

Below are quick facts to get you caught up on the lockout and some links for opinions. If you want a more detailed history of the lockout (although why would you?) click here.

The facts:

  • All games from Nov.1-Nov. 14 have been cancelled, costing players approximately $170 million in salaries, according to Chris Broussard of ESPN.
  • The main sticking points since July: division of revenues and restructured salary cap system. 
  • David Stern and Billy Hunter brought in Federal mediator, George Cohen (worked on NFL lockout) to mediate sessions.
  • In the last 32 hours, the two sides have met for approximately 24 of them. Little progress was made in that time, though both sides are reportedly inching closer to an agreeable revenue split
  • Owners upped their offer of a $3.4mil/yr mid-level exception (MLE) to $5 mil/yr. This is down from the former MLE, $5.8/yr in the CBA from 2005.
  • Owners proposed a strong luxury tax, punishing teams for going over the salary cap. The players oppose this, saying the luxury tax would act as a de facto hard-salary cap, which of course the players refuse to accept.
The noise:
Check back tomorrow for more facts/noise.


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Bill Simmons is All Blown Up

Every year in college I would boycott Bill Simmons for about three months. Just couldn't read him. Why? Pure unadulterated jealousy. Plain and simple.

He simply wouldn't die. I don't mean that in literal terms - more of a comedic sense. I was waiting for Bill to blow the punchline. Stumble. Miss a beat. Come back down to earth. Something. Never happened. His readership climbed. His books were bestsellers. He was killing.

The comedian Jim Norton on the radio show Opie and Anthony said, "comedians hate seeing other comedians do well." Same can be said for writers. When one of my friends gets published I get legitimately mad at them. Not to their face, but certainly to the side of their face.

I wanted to see him suffer a little. I hated how I was an English major toiling through Shakespeare and Irish Lit classes at Saint Joseph's University in West Philly while he sat on his ass and wrote 5,000 words on an NBA Finals preview using Anchorman quotes in LA. Apparently, I wasn't the only one.

Detractors routinely come out of the wordwork to bash Simmons for his clinging to the "everyman fan" persona as he sits courtside at Lakers games, behind home plate at Chavez Ravine or hangs out with his celebrity friends. Oh and the pop culture references. A lot of people aren't fans of the constant Karate Kid and Teen Wolf shoutouts in his columns or his sudden fascination with The Wire or international soccer. 
Stop doing well!

Are they wrong? Not really. Simmons has his faults. He's no Halberstam or Hunter S. Thompson, and I don't appreciate his use of footnotes a la David Foster Wallace, but to his credit he pretty much ditched the "I'm just a regular guy" gimmick in his columns. He had to. I don't know many people with 1.4 million Twitter followers or a podcast that gets downloaded nearly 700,000 times a pop. The truth is, he doesn't even write that much anymore, sticking to the popular podcast. He's pretentious, rarely admits when he's wrong and is quick to point out when he's right.

But why would I beat up a guy who A) wouldn't read what I'm writing anyway or B) care? I let the jealousy fade.

Until today.

Until I clicked on NYTimes.com and found myself glancing at their Sunday Magazine and seeing a magazine preview featuring the one and only Sports Guy.

Initial reaction: You gotta be fucking kidding me? A thumbnail photo of Simmons in a tie getting showered in Gatorade accompanies the article. I loathe it.

I fire up my blog and unload. I pepper the post with words like "sellout," "hack," and "David Foster Wallace ripoff." My diatribe continues for more than 1,500 words but pales in comparison to Charles S. Peirce's review of Simmons' The Book of Basketball.

But what purpose am I serving? Why am I so angry about a guy I regularly read actually succeeding? There are approximately eight writers in the world who make a decent living at this thing and seven of them write about vampires and/or wizards. When did I become so cynical, crossing my fingers that the people I read on a daily basis fail? Pretty soon I'll be the guy on Twitter who thinks he's making witty comments when all he has shown is his prowess at being a complete douche.

Stop projecting.

I deleted the post. I should be glad that the guy who made me think I can get into this game is doing well and breaking out into new endeavours. But I think it's time for another three month sabbatical. I deleted the post. Basically, I wrote what amounts to an angry letter during a hissy fit. Who's the hack now?

Friday, April 29, 2011

Welcome to the Blogosphere

Currently, 9450 has 1,136 page views in just under three months. Those numbers will trickle up, one view at a time from family members, my girlfriend and close friends. Not exactly Google type numbers here, this I know. But I still feel like this is a turning point for me as a blogger.

I hate that word - blogger. It has a negative connotation in my mind. When I think of a blogger, I envision a middle-aged guy with male-pattern baldness and dirt under his fingernails, sprawled across his worn out and frayed couch in a dirty wife beater and shorts that struggle to reach the top of his knees, hiding behind his Burger King-crumb filled Asus, hurling expletives at no one in particular on his "Sox Sells" blog because his beloved Red Sox, of which he considers himself to be a "die-hard" due to the two hats of different colors displayed in the rear window of his 1996 tan Hyundai sedan and a bumper sticker that reads: "Jesus Hates the Yankees," lost game 19 of 162 in extra innings against the Kansas City Royals.

So that is what I'm trying to avoid.

I created this blog for my athletic communications internship at Saint Joseph's University, where I attend Graduate School with a focus in Writing Studies. I craved a sports writing outlet because in the real world, my staff writer's position for a fledgling medical publication in South Jersey was and still is, making me want to jump out a window. Consider the title of this recent gem of mine: "Researchers Perform Comparison of Amputation and Infrainguinal Bypass for High Risk Patients"

No idea what that means.

I didn't expect much from the blog - only that my friends would occasionally glance at a few posts every once in a while and my parents would tell me how that phone call from ESPN was right around the corner. But as I wrote, I found that I wanted to be heard. Screw the credits from the internship, I'm doing this for me. (This is not true, I need those credits. There will be no credit-screwing here). I started posting my most recent entries on Facebook and Twitter. One of my friends recommended Reddit, I posted on there as well. As I wrote, some of my friends who aren't basketball fans, occasionally came up to me and said they read the blog and felt as though they could hold a conversation on the NBA now. Maybe they were just being polite, but the feedback was helpful.

So my question is, how do I expand? Well, expansion is relatively easy thanks to social media. The real question is, how do I get seen without creating a seven car pileup? My initial answer was: just write better than everyone else. Quality wins out. The problem is, quality takes time. The longer I spend on each post, the more desperate I become for page views. I don't get paid for this. Page views are my little reward.

Page views are the lifeblood of a website or blog. Without them, the blog is just an online personal diary. But there is so much online, distinguishing yourself from the guy next to you without the ESPN brand on your blog is nearly impossible. I say nearly because there are quality blogs out there from quality bloggers and journalists and reporters. They are what I strive to be. But like I said: how do I get there? I want to be them right now. Like the 25 year old in 2011 that I am, how do I get what I want, TODAY?

Well, there are other blogs that distinguish themselves by creating the aforementioned bloody car crash. I could make my own drama. But that's not me. That's them...right? They are so outlandish, so entertainment/rumor/sexual innuendo-based, that I wonder why they are even covering sports in the first place. Am I talking about Deadspin? Yeah, I guess I am. I understand Deadspin and it has uncovered real news stories (I especially liked the feature on the BYU honor code). But in my opinion, dick pics and Rex Ryan's wife's feet have no place in sports journalism.

But for every Deadspin, there is a Grantland.com, Bill Simmons' future website that features some of the best scribes in the world, including Malcolm Gladwell, Chuck Klosterman and Katie Baker, who contributed to Deadspin.

Online, quality does not always win out. Drama and controversy often take the top spot and generate the most views. The loudest are usually the most ill-informed, yet they are often the most heard (see: Trump, Donald). I'd like to think Simmons understood this and created Grantland.com to change it.

In class, we speak of ethics, cultivating sources, citing, on and off the record, background, deep background and all of that kind of stuff.

But I can't help but wonder if we are losing that commitment to ethics. I can't compete with the big boys right now. Hell, I can't compete with basically anyone right now. But I have enough outlets at my fingertips where, if I'm controversial enough, if I offend just the right group of individuals, I will be heard. I could join them, just this once. I'll get some readers and then do my own thing. The page views will sky-rocket and the numbers will hit me like a drug to the vein. And so I do it again, and again and again, until I have everything I want and I am everything I've always hated.

And I just think that's sad.

Welcome to the blogosphere.