DECEMBER 16, 2014 TOUCHING THE STATE
The Pennsylvania Interscholastic Athletic Association (PIAA) has 12 geographic divisions. Its strongest division for football has always been the Western Pennsylvania Interscholastic Athletic League (WPIAL), comprising nine counties around Pittsburgh. ROOT Sports Pittsburgh televises WPIAL football. This year we saw Central Valley three times.
For one of our telecasts, the producer wanted to highlight how often Whitehead was involved in the action. One of the statistics I was asked to keep track of was his touches.
I wasnt sure what qualified as a touch. First I tried to figure it out using the English language. On any play when Whitehead made contact with the pigskin, he should be credited with a touch.
If that were the definition, the center and the quarterback should get touches on every play. If the quarterback put the ball in Whiteheads hands but then pulled it back out to carry it himself, Whitehead should get a touch, albeit a very brief one. If he attempted to catch or intercept a pass but dropped it, at least he touched it. If someone fumbled and Whitehead tried to recover but batted the ball away, at least he touched it.
However, I learned that incomplete passes and the like dont count. Also, interceptions are defensive plays. So I began listing touches as only rushes, receptions, and returns. But no, I was reminded, punt returns and kickoff returns are special-teams plays. It came down to only offense: rushes and receptions.
When I got home, I tried to confirm this by looking up touch in a list of football terms. It wasnt there. It isnt a football stat. Its a fantasy football stat, which is why I wasnt familiar with it. And touches do equal rushes plus receptions.
Pennsylvania has four classes for football based on the size of a schools enrollment. This year, our WPIAL champions in all four classes went on to win twice more, in the PIAA quarterfinals and semifinals, thereby reaching their respective state title games. According to the Pittsburgh Post-Gazettes Mike White, this was the eighth such clean sweep for the WPIAL since the PIAA playoffs started 26 years ago.
All four of these WPIAL representatives happen to be public high schools, where athletes are required to live in their schools geographic district. Their opponents in the finals the best of the other 11 divisions across the state included one public school and three Catholic. Parochial schools can recruit any students they want, including athletes who live many miles away. St. Josephs Prep, in Philadelphia, has out-of-state players from New Jersey and Delaware. Theres some debate about whether its fair to make public schools, with their recruitment restrictions, compete against private schools.
Last weekend in the PIAA championships, one WPIAL school (South Fayette in Class AA) was able to play against another public school like itself. The WPIAL team won. But in the other three classes, the WPIAL representatives were defeated by Bishop Guilfoyle, Archbishop Wood, and St. Josephs respectively.
In Class AAA, the Archbishops defense held Whitehead to 34 yards on 13 carries. Central Valley finished the season as a state runner-up with a 15-1 record. They almost touched the trophy.
DECEMBER 11, 2014 DRESSED ALL IN FUR
Is Eric a bearded piano player? Why, yes; yes, he is. But two months ago today, he revealed two other personal characteristics both of which are big parts of who I am, he says. Neither is his Defining Characteristic, but they may be surprising to some of his readers.
What are they? Click on Snidely Tweeting 3 if you dare!
DECEMBER 6, 2014 WAY UP HIGH, SUDDENLY HERE AM I
Watching NBC's production of Peter Pan got me thinking. I imagined I was a youngster attending a live stage performance, with no prior knowledge of what was about to happen.
The play starts a century ago in a conventional way, with characters conversing in English accents about domestic matters. Then a strange boy enters through a window and tells strange stories about his home in a strange place called Neverland.
DECEMBER 4, 2014 HIS WIFE WASN'T MRS. RUTABAGA
From 1943 to 1947, Jimmy Durante teamed with Garry Moore (the nose and the haircut) on a radio show which I never listened to, on account of not having been born yet. Jeff Kallmans account is here.
However, I do remember each of these stars from 1950s TV, Moore hosting Ive Got a Secret and Durante performing his chaotic vaudeville routine at an upright piano. Stop da music! hed shout at any interruption. Stop da music! Everybody wants ta get inta the act! Im surrounded by assassins! Its a catastastroke!
Also in the 1950s, we elementary-school kids performed Frosty the Snowman for our beaming parents. Loudly we sang out, in even rhythm.
That brings us up to yesterday. The omnipresent seasonal background music included Frosty as performed by Durante, who was actually a talented musician who had helped popularize ragtime jazz in New York City as far back as 1908. Having no choice but to listen, I appreciated that he knew how to phrase the snowman's song more meaningfully than we schoolchildren did, delaying the in.
Thumpity thump thump.
I also remember an aging Durante singing September Song in the 1960s. The days dwindle down to a precious few: September. November.
And the Schnozzola had a funny-sounding pet name for the first Mrs. Durante, who died on Valentines Day in 1943. Thereafter when he signed off his broadcasts he waved goodbye and said Good night, Mrs. Calabash . . . wherever you are.
DECEMBER 2, 2014 PETER PAN
Last holiday season, NBC aired a live broadcast of The Sound of Music. This year theyre doing Peter Pan. It airs Thursday.
Of course, there have been many other versions of Pan over the 110 years since J.M Barrie first wrote a play about Peters adventures in Neverland. I remember especially the 1953 Walt Disney movie.
NOVEMBER 30, 2014 NON-DEATH PANELS
Among the shortest articles on this website is a letter to the editor that I wrote more than 20 years ago. Dr. Jack Kevorkian was helping terminally-ill people put themselves out of their misery, although assisted suicide was against the law.
Today, the right to die is still in the news. Scott Adams let us know how he feels. Here are some edited excerpts from his blog posting earlier this month.
When I was a boy, a television program was brought to me by a single sponsor. For example, Dinah Shores variety show was sponsored exclusively by Chevrolet, and the closing credits ran over Chevys theme song.
When I was a young man, advertisers realized that not everyone watched Dinah, so it was better to spread their message around to different audiences by buying spots in several different programs. But there were rules. For example, no more than one competing car company could buy time in a given show.
Also when I was a young man, CBS decided viewers deserved to be updated about news that broke between Walter Cronkite at 7 pm and their local newscast at 11. The network introduced, right in the middle of prime time, a 30-second headlines update. It was anchored by Connie Chung, as I recall. Almost immediately, however, the local stations claimed this time. At first, like CBS, they used it to inform us about stories that would be covered in more detail at 11. But then they stopped giving us any facts at all. The newsbriefs became merely teases promos to whet our curiosity so we would tune in at 11 to find out what was happening.
Now that I'm an old man, the automotive sector is very competitive, and every car company wants to buy advertising. On a show last night, when the two-minute window for local commercials came along, I first saw the stations weatherman. Theres a big storm coming. Will you have to change your Thanksgiving travel plans? Join us at 11 to find out. And then an announcer said, This news update is brought to you by Chrysler, imported from Detroit.
Fair enough. That was immediately followed by a car commercial, which I assumed would be for Chrysler. But no, when they finally got around to identifying the product it turned out to be Infiniti. Then there was a commercial for Chevrolet. And then there was a commercial for Nissan.
Four competing advertisers, back to back! How is a viewer supposed to know which car to buy?
NOVEMBER 23, 2014 MIKE AND THE RADIO
The acclaimed film and stage director Mike Nichols died of a heart attack last Wednesday at the age of 83. I remember him from the comedy sketches he performed with Elaine May many years ago. Reading the obituaries, I learned some other details I hadnt known before.
His familys ancestral home had been in Siberia. They fled from Nazi Germany to the United States in 1939, when Mikhail was only seven. His physician father, known as Pavel Nikolaevich, became Paul Nichols in this country. Albert Einstein was a distant cousin.
At the University of Chicago, Mike enrolled as a pre-med student, and he joined classical radio station WFMT as an announcer. There, in 1953, he created a folk music program on Saturday nights that he called The Midnight Special, playing records but also inviting guests to perform live in the studio. Ive quoted Ronald Cohen in another article (about the radio station on my own college campus, where our live folk music program aired on Friday nights). Cohen writes that Nichols show combined "folk music and farce, showtunes and satire, odds and ends." With different hosts over the years, it continues on WFMT to this day.
Two decades later, Garrison Keillor started a similar radio program in Minnesota that he called A Prairie Home Companion. It also endures to this day. PHC plays no records but has been hosted by Keillor for all 40 years. Like many, he must have been inspired by classic Nichols & May routines like this one, in which a mother lays a guilt trip on her successful son. Many times have I heard Keillor and Sue Scott perform variations on this sketch.
Listening last night, I was reminded of long-gone television variety shows that blended music and comedy and even topical references. This week, for example, Keillor sang about a New York city where some neighborhoods have been buried under seven feet of snow. In Buffalo, Buffalo, thats how conditions are, he observed to the tune of Camelot.
Later, a performers brief Bob Dylan impersonation included the following lines that rang true for this bachelor. Mere hours before, having returned home from nearly 17 continuous hours in a TV truck telecasting four high school football championship games without a meal break, I had exhaustedly peeled off multiple layers of winter clothing, many of which had still not been properly put away.
Also last night, Keillor joined a guest for a medley of Cole Porter songs with some lyrics adjusted. As a boy, I used to see this type of specially-arranged entertainment on TV all the time. No expensive scenery was required, only a pair of stools. Heres an example from half a century ago, and heres an even more impressive combination of tunes.
May classic entertainment live on, even if only on YouTube and public radio.
OVEMBER 17, 2014 YUMMY
I always wondered about the slogan used by an Ohio jam maker: With a name like Smuckers, it has to be good.
#1 Do they mean that theyre saddled with a founders name so unimpressive that they have to overcome that handicap by producing a superior product? With a name like Wurst, well never be able to sell anything unless its the best.
#2 Or do they mean that their company has earned such a high reputation that they have to meet that expectation of excellence? With a name like Rolls-Royce, we cant afford to let our customers down.
Those schmucks at the company claim the original connotation was #1 but has now grown into #2.
NOVEMBER 11, 2014 SORROW FOR FORMER INDIVIDUALS AND THANKS
The TV behind me was tuned to a college football game. I heard a commercial come on, but there were no words, only a mournful dirge being played softly by a brass choir. I wondered who died.
Later, I heard the somber music again, and I bestirred myself to turn and actually look at the screen. The commercial turned out to be a recruiting spot for the United States Marine Corps.
During the Vietnam War, I was in college. Soldiers and Marines, many of them my age, many of them drafted against their will, were being cruelly sentenced to suffer and die in the jungles of Southeast Asia. To me, therefore, the scenes in the commercial did not have the desired effect.
I saw footage of serious-faced sweaty men and one or two women, swinging from ropes in basic training and handling deadly weapons on a battlefield. A row of young people, former individuals but now wearing identical dress uniforms, stood stiffly at attention. Armored personnel carriers tore recklessly across a meadow. Silhouetted helicopters flew toward an apocalyptic sunset.
As noted, this peaceful senior citizen was repulsed by these scenes. I have never wanted to sweat, or kill, or destroy, or stand at attention. I have never wanted to go to war. But I am not the commercials target audience. Its aimed at young people who aspire to be proud Marines.
Fortunately for our country, there have been more than a few such brave souls, now veterans, who have been inspired to do the work Im glad not to have to do.
NOVEMBER 6, 2014 JUST ASKING
Can someone be good without Gods guidance?
In my latest article, a Southerner named Tucksey is not shy about offering his opinion.
OCTOBER 31, 2014 THUS BE IT EVER!
It was an unnerving couple of days in Canada last week. First two soldiers in Quebec were deliberately hit by a car. One died, and the driver was killed by police. Then a gunman launched another fatal attack in Ottawa before eventually being shot by Parliaments sergeant-at-arms.
Around the National Hockey League, teams showed their sympathy and support for the nation where their sport began. They emulated the Pittsburgh Penguins example with emotional pre-game performances of O Canada, the Canadian national anthem.
Unfortunately, we cant completely eliminate all the terrorist madmen who want to make war on the West. The next time a similar incident happens in our own country, I imagine the following ceremony.
Ladies and gentlemen, would you please rise and remain standing as we pause to remember those who have protected us, these brave first responders. The audience stands in silence. After half a minute, the voice of a lone vocalist rings out.
The audience thinks, I know that melody. Its the national anthem, isnt it? But what are these words?
Ive never heard them before, but theyre appropriate. Better than asking whether we can see.
Many in the audience begin to sing along, louder and louder, as the anthem concludes with the time-honored words.
The words are in fact part of our national anthem. Theyre the neglected fourth verse of the poem that Francis Scott Key wrote in 1814.
OCTOBER 27, 2014 HALLOW-EEK
Youre probably familiar with the phrase eke out a living. Eke, pronounced eek, is a verb that means to achieve with difficulty.
There was once a different English word also spelled eke, except it was an adverb and was pronounced ache. Like the German auch, this eke meant also. William Shakespeare sometimes used it. Geoffrey Chaucer eke employed it two centuries earlier:
Mickey Rooneys passing earlier this year prompted me to watch his 1935 appearance in the film of Shakespeares A Midsummer Nights Dream. Comic actor Joe E. Brown eke was in the movie, playing the character called Flute. In Act III, he had a punning line describing the young Pyramus: most brisky jew-venile and eke most lovely Jew.
And eke? There are alternative possibilities like and also or and at the same time or as well as. However, those would not have fit the iambic meter, so Shakespeare chose and eke though the word had already begun to fade into obsolescence. (He also spelled the preceding word juvenal.)
But Flute must not have been familiar with Middle English vocabulary. He knew not eke (ache), but only eke (eek) as in Eek! A mouse! The actor raised his pitch and squeaked the word as eek! The meaning seemed to be most animated juvenile and horrors! most lovely Jew. I cringed slightly.
Herewith, I wish you ghostly dreams and eke a happy Halloween!
OCTOBER 24, 2014 BUZZED BY BASEBALLS BY THE BAY
Have you ever been unable to read your own writing? Theres a dry-erase board on my wall over the dresser, and on it I keep a to-do list for the next five weeks: hockey telecasts, doctors appointments, payments due, and so on.
Looking at it yesterday morning, I discovered I was scheduled for something called Btored. I had no idea what that meant.
In my defense, writing on the vertically-mounted board is difficult because of the angle, and I was trying to write small. But what did I write? Well, what might I have wanted to remember? Pondering this weeks chores, I finally realized the mystery scrawl was Bronco. Only two of the six letters are what they appear to be.
(Ive heard that archaeologists have similar difficulties deciphering ancient manuscripts. That letter looks like a dalet but I dont see a yud, so maybe its a reish, which would change the meaning of the entire sentence.)
Bronco refers to the 1974 Bronco League World Series, and my task was to replay to an e-mail from a player in that series, Bob Kruemmel. Hes #9 on the far right of this picture of the Linthicum Ferndale Youth Athletic Association team from Maryland.
Bob happened across my article about televising that Series. Been trying for years to get pictures and maybe even some video clips of the games. Don't know if you would remember [I dont] but I hit a home run late in the game against Venezuela that bounced off of the roof of the concession stand in center field. They were showing replays of it when I got back to the Washington-Jefferson College dorm that we stayed at. Also remember being interviewed by the guys running the play by play on radio. He met league founder Lew Hayes and got a ball signed by him, and he returned to Washington with the same LFYAA team for the Pony League World Series in 1976. Had a great time, he writes.
OCTOBER 16, 2014 TODAY'S NEWS
A newspaper could print those tragic headlines every day. Those are the average daily U.S. gun violence statistics, according to this from Tom Begnal.
Thats a major reason I dont share some peoples love of firearms. Another reason: Ive watched nature documentaries on TV. They celebrate the lives of the wildlife with which we share the planet.
On one, an English barn swallow literally feathers its nest. There are ducks in the barnyard, and occasionally a downy white feather is shed and the breeze carries it off. In slow motion, we watch a swallow fly toward the feather floating in the sunshine, grab it in its beak, take it to its home in the rafters of the barn, and drop it into the nest. So charming.
Or weve all seen scenes of bear cubs playing with each other. Their mother comes by and starts to teach them how to catch fish. So cute.
Once, changing channels, I came across a scene of an adult bear standing up leaning against a tree, scratching his back. Aaah, that feels good. The bear relaxes, contented. Suddenly, BANG! The defenseless animal flinches, stumbles, falls to the ground, and dies. We cut to two hunters with their rifles and sniper scopes, congratulating each other on the ambush murder theyve just committed. So disgusting.
OCTOBER 10, 2014 TICK TICK TICK TICK
Ages ago, CBS News introduced a series called 60 Minutes, anchored by Harry Reasoner and Mike Wallace. They needed a graphic design.
The program was described as a news magazine: three separate mini-documentaries within a single hour. Therefore, the background simulated a printed news magazine like Time. (The dark border around Harrys head resulted from the primitive blue-screen Chromakey technique of the time.) And to symbolize the passing of those 60 minutes, they added a ticking stopwatch. The larger hand circled the dial once in a minute, the smaller hand once in 60.
Five years out of high school, during my brief stint as a graduate student on WAER in Syracuse, I experimented with using a stopwatch to become a smoother disk jockey.
Announcers often talked over the introductory portion of a record, back-timing their comments to conclude just before the vocalist started to sing. Ken Levine posted this week, As a former disc jockey, I still talk-up records in my car. Right up to the vocal. Im a master at this. Its maybe my greatest skill ... which is unfortunate since its also utterly useless. KHJ Boss Radio is not coming back anytime soon. Someone named Yekimi commented, Holy crap! I thought I was the only one that did [that. I only] get embarrassed when at a traffic light with my car windows down and someone pulls up alongside and looks at me like I'm a serial killer.
To accomplish this trick, DJs need to know the songs rather well. I didnt. So I used a stopwatch.
During the 1970s, digital stopwatches began to appear. Theyre smaller and easier to read, typically to a hundredth of a second. (But can you push the button that precisely?) Also, you dont have to wind them, and you can more easily measure multiple events.
The old ticking analog stopwatches are obsolete nowadays, except on 60 Minutes.
A mere two days ago William Steven Humphrey, editor of the alternative Portland Mercury, posted this recommendation: "The tweets of Eric D. Snider are a rapid-fire stomp through pop culture brimming with erotic candor and ennui." I'm not sure what that means exactly.
Nevertheless, in my latest compilation you can read Erics opinions about noise pollution from leaf blowers and motorcycles, a crime wave in his neighborhood, Ansel Elgort, minding his brothers kids, and celebrating his 40th birthday . And more.
Peek, if you have the courage!