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THIS is what youth sports should be

I’m pretty much a casual sports fan. I generally don’t follow any sport or team particularly closely, beyond a cursory reading of the sports page of the newspaper or news websites.  But every once in a while, something comes along to make me sit up and take notice. Such an event happened yesterday.

Youth sports get a bad rap sometimes. We’ve all heard about the screaming coaches, or worse, the screaming parents, who sometimes do little more than berate kids who, when it comes down to it, just want to have fun on the field.

On the other side, fortunately, are people like Dave Belisle. He coaches the Cumberland, R.I. Americans Little League baseball team. He embodies, in my opinion, the essence of what all youth sports should be. Read on, and you’ll see why.

The Americans lost a heartbreaker 8-7 in the Little League World Series Monday night. The game was televised on ESPN. After the game, the team was devastated by the loss, and still on camera.

Coach Belisle’s words could make or break his team’s memories of the game and the tournament. His response was so letter-perfect, so inspirational, that it brought a tear to the eye of more than one adult watching it.  He was still wearing an ESPN mic, which captured every word. Here’s the transcript, from ESPN’s website, of what Belisle told his team:

“Everybody heads up high, let’s talk for a moment here. Look, I gotta see your eyes, guys. There’s no disappointment in your effort. In the whole tournament, in the whole season, it’s been an incredible journey. Look at the score: 8-7, 12-10 in hits. It came to the last out, we didn’t quit.

“That’s us! Boys, that’s us. The only reason why I’ll probably end up shedding a tear is because this is the last time I’m going to end up coaching you guys. But I’m going to bring back with me … and you guys are going to bring back, something that no other team can provide but you guys, and that’s pride. Pride.

You’re going to take back for the rest of your life what you provided for a town in Cumberland. You had the whole place jumping. You had the whole state jumping. You had New England jumping. You had ESPN jumping. Because you wanna know why? They like fighters. They like sportsmen. They like guys that don’t quit. They like guys that play the right way.

“We got down to the nitty gritty, we’re one of the best teams in the world. Think about that for a second — the world!

“We need to go see our parents, because they’re so proud of you. I want everyone to come in here for one big hug and then we’re going to go celebrate. We’re going to celebrate with our parents, and then tomorrow we’re going to celebrate and come home to a big parade.

“I love you guys. I’m going to love you forever. You’ve given me the most precious moment of my athletic and coaching career, and I’ve been coaching a long time. I’m getting to be an old man, I need memories like this, I need kids like this. You’re all my boys. You’re the boys of summer.

“So for the last time we’re going to try to suck it up and we’re going to yell ‘Americans.’

“One, two, three, Americans!”

It’s all a matter of perspective

For an octopus, forewarned is eight-armed….

A New Phrase

On my lunch hour, watching a new 24-hour breakfast emporium being built, it occurred to me that the English language could use a new phrase:

“Built like a brick Waffle House.”

Robin Williams

This was going to be a day for a funny, lighthearted post.

Sorry, but I can’t think of anything funny today.

Even if I could, it would never have been anything nearly as funny as anything Robin Williams could come up with in his sleep. The world has lost a huge talent, an inventive mind and a wonderful soul.

It’s telling that so many people around the world are remembering their favorite Williams performance, posting on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and blogs about them. No matter if it was a stand-up routine (my wife still talks about the time she saw him perform when she was in high school 30+ years ago), a movie or a television appearance. Everyone has a favorite.

It’s nearly inconceivable that a man who brought so much joy to so many others couldn’t find it in his own life. But that’s the paradox of depression. Sufferers often hide it from others with humor.

The late Jonathan Winters, Williams’ idol and mentor, battled depression for years, writing and speaking candidly about it in later life. Although it didn’t take his life the way it did Williams, it’s clear Winters’ life was shaped by it.

It’s an insidious disease, one that sneaks up without warning, a black cloud that can blot the sun before one realizes what’s happening. For too many — an estimated 30,000 people a year in the U.S. according to one news report — it makes suicide seem like the only solution.

But that doesn’t have to be. Help is available. Depression IS treatable. If Williams’ death changes the way we talk about depression, helps people understand there’s nothing to be ashamed of, he will have helped more people than he possibly could have imagined.

Rest in peace, Robin. The peace that eluded you for far too long.

Just Say No to Selfies!

Hello, and welcome to this, the first official grumble from the Bumble. To Bee or not to Bee — what a silly question! Of course, to Bee!

Our topic at hand, and one that has me quite grumbly is the now-ubiquitous menace to society known as the “selfie.”  OK, they might have been cute once, but now that they’re everywhere on social media all the time, they’re nothing more than a pain in the neck.

Not sure where this whole “look at me” concept came from, but it’s gotten old fast. In recent months we’ve had:

– Selfies at funerals –

– Selfies at the Tour de France (risky business, that) –

– Selfies at the annual running of the bulls in Spain (ditto) –

– Selfies at Auschwitz — Auschwitz!

There’s even more evidence that this tasteless fad is out of control.  Today’s news brings a story of a couple who slipped past the safety barricades at a Lisbono tourist destination and fell from a cliff to their deaths — while taking a selfie.

They left behind two children, ages 5 and 6.  Orphaned by ego.

Granted, most selfie-shooters won’t go to that level of risk. But in too many cases, selfies — and the attitude behind them — still reek of entitlement, egocentricity and arrogance.

Just say no — as this blog has done since 2014.