What I’m Reading, February 4, 2015

Marshawn Lynch and Richard Sherman Are Black Heroes, Jaleesa Jones, Huffington Post, January 30, 2015

The systematic iteration of the word “thug” in reference to black bodies is problematic because it perpetuates white supremacist ideologies about black people, namely that we are pathological, violent and lawless.

I’ve grown particularly weary of the phrase recently as the media have lampooned Seattle Seahawks cornerback Richard Sherman and running back Marshawn Lynch with it.

The duo presents an interesting case study as both have been labelled “thugs” for polar reasons.

Sherman has been criticized for his “arrogance,” from his assertion that he’s “the best corner in the game” to his refusal to entertain inane questions. Conversely, Lynch has been attacked for his ostensible unwillingness to speak to the press. Of note, media have tended to practice selective attention — effectively ignoring friends’ speculation that Lynch has a fear of public speaking and is wary of sharing his intimate thoughts and disadvantaged past with strangers — and write Lynch off as stony and impersonal, even inhospitable.

Death of a Boogeyman: Why We Must Dispel the Black Fatherhood Myth, Goldie Taylor, Blue Nation Review, January 30, 2015 Continue reading

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19-17

October 16, 1994 was a magical day on the Rice University campus.

You see, nobody beats Rice’s football team 29 years in a row.

Nobody.

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Look, I get that the World Cup is a big deal…

…and I get that, as an American, I will probably never understand the true magnitude of its big-deal-ness—but I truly feel that it’s not worth this:

A soccer fan in China has died from sleep deprivation after saying up for days on end to watch the matches.

China is 11 hours off from Brazil, with the games airing between 11pm and 6am. Die-hard fans who want to watch the games live pull all nighters, go to work in the morning, and repeat the ritual the next night. It’s not known exactly how long the 25-year-old man from the eastern city of Suzhou had stayed up, but IB Times reports it’s believed he’d been up “for days.” It’s also not known whether he died directly from sleep deprivation or from a heart attack related to sleep deprivation. He was found in front of his TV five hours after Netherlands defeated Spain 5-1 in their first round.

It is worth noting that this is not an isolated incident.

IB Times notes that Chinese doctors had warned fans of the risks of sleep deprivation during the World Cup. Chinese hospitals saw a spike of admissions for exhaustion in 2006 and 2010 during the World Cup, and during the 2012 Euros Jiang Xiaoshan died after staying up 11 consecutive nights to watch the games.

Clearly it wouldn’t be the same to record the games and watch them during waking hours. For one thing, there just wouldn’t be enough time to watch them all without foregoing other activities. If you can’t afford to lose your job, it’s your leisure time, your sleep time, or both that have to go. (And we don’t know if this guy worked an 8-hour-a-day job, a 16-hour-a-day job, or if he did nothing at all but sit and watch soccer football for days on end.)

For another thing, anyone in Asia is generally at a disadvantage, considering that most World Cups take place in American or European time zones (I’m including South Africa in this because it’s on the same latitude as parts of Europe, and therefore still basically on the other side of the planet from China.)

Finally, I assume World Cup fandom is like most major American sports events (the Super Bowl, the World Series, March Madness, etc.) in that it’s not just about watching games—it’s also about talking/bragging/commiserating about the games. If you didn’t catch the game live, this isn’t Breaking Bad or Game of Thrones. People are not going to respect your request for no spoilers.

But damn, dude, all good things in moderation, because the World Cup (nor any other entertainment event) isn’t worth anyone’s health, let alone anyone’s life. Continue reading

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What’s in a Name?

I’m throwing in for the Change the Mascot cause, because it is the right thing to do. It’s not about political correctness, or team history, or anything else people have thrown out as excuses. It’s about not being an asshole. It’s basically the absolute bare minimum our society can do.

Luckily, this video presents a far greater argument than I ever could (h/t PZ Myers):

Another thing: In 1997, Abe Pollin made the decision to change the name of Washington’s NBA team almost unilaterally, and the city survived, so don’t give us any crap about history or tradition, please. Pollin himself explained:

Believe me when I say it was not an easy decision [to change the team’s name]. I won a World Championship under the name Bullets. However, too often during the mid to late ‘90s, I would hear the word “bullets” associated with guns and violence instead of my basketball team. While the name was longstanding, I finally reached a point that I was simply tired of the association between the two. Then, my good friend, Prime Minister Rabin was assassinated in Israel. That was the final straw. It was time to change names. With regard to the name “Wizards,” we held a three-tiered contest to determine a new name. The name “Wizards” was selected by the fans and has adorned our uniforms since that time.

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Football and Me: A Story of Indifference

By vectorbelly.com

By vectorbelly.com

When I was in college, a guy in my dorm wrote a column in the school newspaper’s sports page (which is, remarkably, available online) describing Texas football as a religion:

Growing up here, I have come to the conclusion that football is the official state religion of Texas.

Many Southern Baptists might disagree with me on this point, but I have yet to see a church that holds 60,000 followers or that has carpet which rivals the colorful plushness of Astro-Turf.

Football is as ingrained in our culture as the sacred word “y’all.” To a native Texan, a football stadium is a cathedral to which he must diligently make a pilgrimage on weekends.

Football is a faith with three holy days a week. The fall season means high school games on Friday nights, college games on Saturday afternoons, and professional games on Sundays.

I always thought that was a great observation, but if football really is a religion in Texas, then it is another way that I am an atheist.

Today being Super Bowl Sunday & all, it seemed like a good day to mention it. Or not. Whatever.

I’ve tried to like football. I really, really tried. I’ll watch a game and enjoy it now and then, but that’s not what I mean. Despite my descent from a long and proud line of Texas Longhorns, and despite more than 14 years of living within a few miles of Darrell K. Royal–Texas Memorial Stadium itself, I have never truly bled burnt orange. I might have watched the ‘Horns win the National Championship in 2006, but I was a fair-weather fan to my very core.

By Eric R from Scranton, PA, USA (2006 Rose Bowl Celebration) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

This was pretty f-ing epic, though.

It’s not just the Longhorns, either. I cared a bit about the Rice Owls in college, but students paid for tickets with their tuition and the student section never filled up, so why the hell not? Everyone who was there at the time remembers October 16, 1994, the moment when everyone was united, if only for one day, in passionate Rice Owls fandom.

I never much cared about the Cowboys, and I was neither happy nor sad when the Houston Oilers moved to Tennessee. I cared some about my high school team (Go Mules!), but at least there I actually knew some of them.

At some point, I finally accepted that I just don’t care about football, and social conventions be damned, I can’t force myself to be more interested. YMMV. Continue reading

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