A brief sporting thought

The other day, on my drive home from work, I heard the sports-talk guys (Schopp and the Bulldog, for you Buffalonians) discussing sports and TV, along the specific example of the apparently-awful ratings this year’s NBA Finals received. The general gist of the discussion — as much as I heard of it, anyway, on my fifteen-minute drive — was that with the burgeoning of the Internet as well as other time demands, watching entire sporting events on television has become, well, passe. Bulldog noted that he loves golf and considers the US Open to be one of the most important events on his calendar of major sporting events to follow — and yet he also admitted that he will actually watch almost none of it.

I didn’t listen really any farther than that, but it occurred to me that in a way, we’ve managed to turn the clock back again. Baseball’s been “our national pastime” for decades, but widespread baseball on TV only came along, when? In the 1950s or maybe even the 1960s, I’m guessing. Same with football, and the other sports. Baseball was on radio for a few decades before that, but for the great majority of the country, the first half of baseball’s existence was one in which one followed the game pretty much exclusively third-hand, by reading reports in the paper and analyzing the box scores. But then TV came along, and along with it, the TV ratings money that has been the engine driving the staggering rise of the player salaries.

And now we’re heading back the other way. Baseball’s ratings have been declining for years, and now the NBA is suffering the same fate. Hockey has already disappeared from TV almost completely, except for a handful of games that NBC televises almost grudgingly and a cable channel that not a lot of people get in the first place. The NFL is still going strong, of course, which I’m guessing is part of the game’s nature: they’re on once a week when they’re on, and that’s it, so there’s usually not nearly as strong a sense of, “Well, I can skip this game, because there’s another in a day or two”, coupled with the fact that we’ve made the Super Bowl a virtual national holiday (which I still think should be on Saturdays and not Sundays, but that’s just me).

It seems to me that with the onset of the Internet, we now follow sports a lot of the time in a very similar way to that which our grandparents followed sports. The question I have, then, is what will this do to player salaries? As the main source of the cash that ultimately justifies multi-million dollar contracts, the TV money, shrinks, will that be what ultimately therefore causes the player salaries to start trending in the opposite direction? Or will the salaries keep going up, up, and still up, even as the TV money shrinks, causing teams in small markets to either abandon their markets entirely or simply field inferior teams because that’s what they can afford?

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Make ready my ship, general!

I keep meaning to post about various books I’ve read lately, and I keep putting off the post. So now I’ve got several such posts to write! First, three recent reads on the Space Opera front:

:: Dread Empire’s Fall: The Praxis, by Walter Jon Williams. The basic idea behind the Dread Empire’s Fall trilogy is that much of the galaxy has been conquered and brought into the Empire of the Shaa, a fairly mysterious alien race, under a guiding philosophy called “the Praxis”. But as The Praxis opens, the last of the Shaa rulers is about to die, which means that their Empire is about to undergo some serious change — change that one of the Empire’s dominant races, the insectoid Naxid, are plotting to exacerbate by basically rising up and taking over. In this book, Williams engages in the good old standard plot where one minor military officer recognizes the signs of enemy conspiracy but can’t convince his higher-ups that there’s anything going on…so he has to take matters into his own hands. (None of this is spoiler, really, since it’s all spelled out on the back cover blurb.)

What’s good about the book is? Well, Williams’s universe has more of a sense of hard-SF plausibility about it than most “space opera war-in-a-Galactic-empire” tales. The movements of starship fleets take weeks and sometimes months to execute, and the battles aren’t matters of giant ships getting really close to one another and then firing lasers back and forth, but rather ships from great distances firing missiles and then waiting hours to see if they hit anything. The combat sequences are really well done here, and they’re a nice change from things like the Battle of Endor in Return of the Jedi. Particularly welcome is the way Williams can set up these kinds of space battles without devolving into the kind of terminal infodumps that cause the books of, say, David Weber to grind to a halt when they should instead be ramping up to real excitement.

Williams’s characterizations tend to be limited, I found. The two “lead” characters — Lt. Gareth Martinez and pinnace pilot Caroline Sula — are sharply drawn, with lots of motivation behind them. Few of the other characters are so three-dimensional, I found.

The biggest problems I had with this book were in the world-building and in the pacing. This first book of the trilogy is called The Praxis, and yet we learn very little about this guiding religion of the Shaa empire. I suppose it’s at the heart of the way the society Williams creates is almost entirely stratified according to class, but “the Praxis” itself doesn’t seem to factor much into the story. Additionally, little is learned of the Shaa themselves. Williams does an excellent job of showing us his world, but I found too little sense of just why this world is the way it is.

The pacing was the biggest problem. Too much of this first volume feels like wandering through backstory — and, in the case of pilot Caroline Sula, it actually is wandering through backstory, as her past is shown through long flashbacks into her earlier life. There’s literally more than two hundred pages of set-up and character stuff before we ever actually get to the meat of the story, and I have to admit that I came close to setting the book aside several times before the tale finally kicked in.

Nevertheless, I enjoyed the second half of The Praxis sufficiently that I plan to read the second installment (and, unless that one completely blows, eventually finish the trilogy). If you decide to pick this one up, just keep plowing through those first 230 pages or so. It gets a lot more interesting later on.

:: Sigil is a comics series that I’ve picked up in TPB format, starting Mark of Power. Thus far, what happens is that a group of four wildly-different individuals are brought together by circumstance in the midst of a war between humanity and a reptilian race called the Saurians. Our hero, Samandahl Rey, is for some reason branded on his chest with the mark of the Sigil, some kind of mark of great power, which he uses in a moment of rage to annihilate a large part of a city. Rey and his three new cohorts have to flee, all the while seeking revenge on an old Saurian enemy of Rey’s, whilst also fleeing government agents who want to acquire this new weapon that can destroy entire cities.

At least as far as the first volume goes (containing eight or so issues of the original comic), this thing is just about all-action, all the time. So far I’ve found it a fun read, and I’ve already picked up the next two volumes in the series. The art thus far is pretty good, although I found the action sequences a bit hard to follow, artistically.

:: I really got a kick out of The Metabarons, though. This series relates the sprawling saga of a race of genetically-perfect warriors called the Metabarons. Imagine if the Jedi had been warriors along the lines of Conan the Barbarian, and you’ll have it.

These stories are full of lust, blood, war, sacrifice, and exactly the kind of Big! Bold! Gestures! that I tend to crave in story. If melodrama isn’t your thing, then avoid The Metabarons like the plague. But there’s just something hugely operatic about this series, in a Wagnerian way. The art is stunning — panoramic and beautiful. It took me twice as long to read Book One of Metabarons as it did to read Book One of Sigil, because the art is so intricate. (It must also be admitted that the dialogue of Metabarons tends to the dense, and almost stilted, language of The Big Epic. Partly this may be due to the fact that the story was originally written in French and then translated, but while I had no problem with it, other readers may find the dialogue not to their liking either.)

I’m a bit confused about the publishing history of the Metabarons series in TPB format. There seems to have been two separate publications of these tales, under two different titles, so one has to pay careful attention when buying these to make sure that one’s actually buying the right volumes and not simply buying the same volumes with different names. Book One, for example, seems to exist as both The Path of the Warrior and Othon and Honorata, published by two different companies (Humanoids Publishing versus DC Comics). I’m also not sure if each book contains the same groupings of issues, so if one mixes and matches from both — which I’m doing — there’s a possibility of either duplicating material, or missing material entirely.

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Fixing the Interpipes

For a while now I’ve had problems with the blog loading; none of my readers have complained of same, but I can only assume they’ve had a problem as well, at least in part. Anyway, I finally got off my arse and tried hunting down the problem. Turns out that the site blogwise.com is not working, and that the Blogwise widget I had in my sidebar (a hotlinked image of one of those button-things that links back to them) was therefore unavailable, and thus gumming up my Interpipes. So I ditched the widget. No great loss, really; to my knowledge, nobody ever arrived here via Blogwise.

The Blogarama widget was still working, but I figured since nobody’s ever come here from there either, might as well dump it as well. I don’t even recall when I signed on for those services, but generally speaking, sites of the “Join our directory and see your traffic grow!” sort tend to be totally useless as drivers of traffic.

(If you want to see traffic growth, just post photos of beautiful women and wait for Google’s image search to index them and move a few of them to the front of their search results for those particular names. That’s where just about all of my traffic comes from these days: I’m up to over 600 hits a day, but I’d say that at least 475 of those daily hits are image searches for various ROWR! designates.)

Anyway, if anyone’s been experiencing trouble loading this blog, I hope I’ve just solved the problem.

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Get that man a hair shirt.

I’m not big on mocking people’s religious beliefs, generally, but I’ve just seen in this FSM Message Board thread where some guy declares that he’s so conservative a Christian that he refuses to see Return of the Jedi. Why? Because of Princess Leia’s five minutes of screen time in that gold bikini. To this person, that constitutes “soft porn”.

I’m sorry, but I just cannot take seriously any person’s religious convictions when those convictions have them running screaming from any possible hint of Teh Boobiez. (Of course, I’m also a person who found Princess Leia’s Ewok dress a lot more my speed…and that long, long hair….)

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Sentential Links #102

In a change of pace, I’m gathering links from blogs on SamuraiFrog‘s blogroll. These are blogs I have never seen before.

:: Attention, people of Earth! You will give us tribute, or we will release powerful weapons!

:: At 76 years old we can only wonder what lies in store for Bill in ’08.

:: I’m convinced that what this country needs is another sociological goosing like we got from the musical “Hair” back in the sixties.

:: Do you think Zoe will laugh at this picture when she is older or be embarrassed long after I am gone?

:: Anyway, the one thing I love about both versions is the intelligent, rebellious, and unmotivated character that terrorizes one of his coworkers and fantasizes about the receptionist. Yep, I’m talking about Jim Halpert and Tim Canterbury.

:: I’ve never in my life seen these machines so used. They should put fruit in them so people would get some vitamins and minerals occasionally.

:: It’s not too much of an exaggeration to say that “Night and Day” represents the centerpiece of both Astaire’s and Porter’s movie careers.

:: For The Action Heroine Blog-A-Thon, I ask this question. Does a woman need to be in an action movie to be a heroine?

:: How many technological advances have happened since the last brood of cicadas emerged seventeen years ago?

:: Going by the Diplomat, though, in it’s seedy incarnation, was like running into an old buddy from your club days, and you’re both middle-aged, but you’ve got your wife and kids with you on the way to miniature golfing or to the zoo, and he’s with some woman 15 years younger than he is and still dressing funny and hanging out in the clubs. It’s nice to see him, but a little awkward– it doesn’t suit him anymore. It makes him look even older than you.

:: I don’t think that we’re going to see another big pirate movie in the theaters for a long time, so my recommendation would be to get out there and see this one in the theaters while you can and enjoy it for what it is: a pretty damn good pirate movie.

:: Judd Apatow is quickly becoming the master of making raunchy comedies that actually enforce personal responsibility and eschew the typical frat mentality that idolizes sloth in favor of a straight-laced, mature, and even moralistic lifestyle.

All for this week. Great stuff out there, as always.

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How ’bout a sequel series called “The Mezzos”?

I never watched a single episode if The Sopranos, because quite frankly I’m just not interested in stories about the Mob or organized crime. I just find those kinds of tales generally wearisome and uninteresting. I know, The Sopranos was incredibly well-done and all and I should and could like it on that basis, but mob stuff just isn’t my cup of tea. (The only mob tale I remember really liking was Road to Perdition, and I remember getting really frustrated when it turned out that the shadowy force behind the law firm in Grisham’s The Firm was just your typical mob family.)

Having said all that, I find it interesting that so many people were shocked by the show’s apparent non-end ending. The best characterization I’ve read — and I can’t remember where — is that it’s still going on, we just can’t watch. This is apparently stunning creativity at work — but then, it isn’t, really. Both Cheers and Frasier ended on similar notes that made us wonder what happened after the final fade-out, and fantasy readers have debated what happens after three men see a riselka ever since Tigana came out. Heck, in eighth grade I remember having to read “The Lady and the Tiger”, which is the canonical non-ending ending.

I’m not expressing an opinion of any kind here, except to note with bemusement that all the debate about how it would end never seemed to consider the possibility that maybe it wouldn’t end at all.

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