Thursday, July 30, 2020

Ponderous thoughts I was pondering ...

This should appear on your screen when starting my future video podcasts. 

Ponderous thoughts I was pondering while looking at the thermometer with disdain:

** Over the past few weeks, this particular brand of column has given way to various other media types as I continue to experiment with ways to further enhance the "The Owner's Box" brand. But when push comes to shove, the written word will continue to be a big part of my efforts to remain relevant as the years create a greater gap between my past life as a gainfully-employed journalist and my new incarnation as a gadfly.

"Blogging Fearlessly" was the first step in this direction -- first through the blog sponsored by my former newspaper, then in this clone for private use, which was created in 2009 and then promptly abandoned in 2010 when The Sun Chronicle agreed to separate my blog from a mishmash of various voices (informed and otherwise) and give it a prominent and dedicated place on the newspaper website.

As I've said before, I rediscovered this particular blog almost by accident. I was running through my bookmarks looking for dated or inactive ones that could be deleted, and found this -- and realized that not only was it attractive and easy to update, but worthy of continuing under the auspices of a web address all its own. With the birth of my audio podcast, "The Owner's Box," I was able to create www.theownersbox2020.com to host it.

"The Owner's Box" is currently in a seasonal break, but I expect it will return next month with new guests. But It now has a younger sibling, the video podcast "The Owner's Box After Dark," which was born a couple of weeks ago and has a bright future. Indeed, I have purchased a new webcam for my desktop computer and new video editing software to create a more professional look, a hint of which appears at the top of this column in what I hope will be the title card going forward.

With that, and with all my ventures into sports broadcasting, I'm starting to think that I'm working more now than I was when I was really employed! But better that than the alternative ...

** There is still no definitive word on how the fall high school sports season will proceed, if at all, because everyone in the commonwealth is waiting for Gov. Charlie Baker's final decision. But I'm getting a sinking feeling that football may be at risk for outright cancellation, a shift to another season, or a move to a hybrid schedule that overlaps over winter and spring.

The first would be highly regrettable. The second and third would be highly inconvenient and negatively affect other sports.

But no matter what happens, nothing regarding sports should happen unless students can safely return to their schools and be present in them for at least a majority of the days of the week.

At this time, I think it would be preferable to plan for a truncated football season in the fall, with games starting on the weekend of Oct. 2 and concluding with a shortened playoff schedule that creates sectional championships and does not extend further into the winter than it would have under normal circumstances.

Moving football into a hybrid winter-spring slot would wreak havoc with the basketball, track, baseball and lacrosse athletes (among others) that would be competing in the winter and spring. Important as football is to an an athletic program, it's importance cannot be allowed to transcend the importance of the other sports that rely upon football athletes to sustain them.

Tough decisions are about to be made. I don't envy those that make to make them.

Glen Farley (left) and yours truly
in the King Philip press box.
** Heard through the grapevine that in Mississippi, at high school football games, only the public-address announcer and the scoreboard operator will be allowed in high school press boxes.

Ouch.

In the past, that would not have fazed me much; I spent the majority of my half-century of sportswriting walking the sidelines because I saw the game better from there -- and because the press boxes were either falling down, poorly located or overpopulated. But when I became a play-by-play announcer, all of a sudden those became "my turf," as it were.

I'd surely hate to see that happen here. I'm assuming there mat be restrictions on attendance at games this fall if they are allowed to take place, which means that media members whose jobs it would be to cover the games will become even more important to those that are interested in knowing the results.

So for the sake of the newspaper reporters that struggle to meet deadlines that are increasingly unforgiving, and for us on the electronic side, I really hope that accommodations can be made for all of us -- and that those accommodations don't just take into account our need to be present, but also our specific needs for typing space and Internet access or electrical power and camera locations.

** A quick note of thanks to readers (and listeners) Rick Smith and Bob Slugoski for checking in with comments via our email address (theownersbox2020@gmail.com). Both will be receiving spiffy "The Owner's Box" coffee mugs shortly.

I love emails and letters -- which is why you can now reach me also by "snail mail" at "The Owner's Box," P.O. Box 272, Mansfield MA 02048.

Lisa Downs visits the recording studio.
** My most sincere wishes of a happy 39th birthday (or somewhere thereabouts) to one of the most popular guests on my podcast, Foxboro High School girls' basketball coach Lisa Downs.

I first met Lisa when she was a tall and talented forward named Lisa Garland, and I have followed her playing and coaching arc ever since. She started that path quite traditionally, as an assistant at Foxboro under former coach Dan Damish, but then she left coaching to start a family. She returned to the FHS sidelines for two separate stints as an assistant under Sarah Behn before assuming the varsity job when her boss left for the UMass-Lowell job.

Now, entering her 10th season at the helm, Lisa has guided the Warriors to two state championships. She's not only a terrific coach and a tireless worker, but she's also a terrific role model to the young women of Foxboro. And she's a great friend; thanks to her thoughtful and knowledgeable commentary, she has helped to legitimize my podcasts and make them a popular destination.

Happy birthday, kid!

** That's all for today, but I leave you with one political thought. I am watching the funeral service for U.S. Rep. John Lewis, and have just watched former presidents George W. Bush and Bill Clinton give their remarks. The pastor just read a statement from former president Jimmy Carter, who no doubt would have been there if not still recovering from recent surgery. And former president Barack Obama will be speaking shortly.

With all that in mind, where is the current occupant of the White House? Cry-baby tweeting that the election should be postponed because he suspects widespread voter fraud from mail-in ballots.

That's all I need to say.

Stay safe, wear a mask, vote Blue in November and I'll have some podcasts up for you shortly.




Sunday, July 26, 2020

The Owner's Box After Dark, Ep. 8.


I'm back at the home base, but the sun sets there, too ... and thus, we offer one more episode of The Owner's Box After Dark, at least in its current format.

The topics for tonight are unpacking and mowing, why I didn't go to the beach more than twice in the entire two weeks, why my own cooking was actually better than dining out during the vacation, and I offer a few thoughts about the Red Sox and Patriots as they strive to find some sense of normalcy in a decidedly un-normal time.

But don't say farewell. If I can find the proper software for the purpose of sprucing these up with editing and music and title overlays, After Dark may just stick around for a while. See ya.


Thursday, July 23, 2020

The Owner's Box After Dark, Ep. 7.


The Owner's Box After Dark goes to the afternoon today, as we take the opportunity during a few moments of sunshine to touch base with several topics, including the resumption of Major League Baseball.

Also on the docket are some thoughts about what may transpire in high school sports this fall, with the delayed start all-but certain; another round of fears that there may be an outbreak of Eastern Equine Encephalitis this fall; and what it's like to hear some mid-40s guy say that it's important for his family to enjoy a day at a crowded beach because COVID-19 is nonsense, and just coop up the "old folks" inside.

What an ass.

It's The Owner's Box After Da ... er, Noon. Enjoy.


Tuesday, July 21, 2020

The Owner's Box After Dark, Ep. 6.


A quick trip to the home base spurred memories of a happy birthday trip to the Vineyard eight years ago, followed by a special dinner at one of my favorite restaurants.

All that, plus an update about the status of football in the fall and "Counting Cars," too. The "After Dark" experience marches on!

Enjoy.


Monday, July 20, 2020

The Owner's Box After Dark, Ep. 5.


We reconnect with old friends and then dredge up old stories -- the coronavirus-related fears about resuming high school sports in Massachusetts and whether enough answers have been found to satisfy balking NFL players who are being ordered to training camps on July 28.

Plus, another segment of the wildly-popular "Counting Cars" feature. Will the U.S. brands ever catch the Japanese?

All here in another episode of the most popular "After Dark" show since before Hugh Hefner wore pajamas. Enjoy.


Saturday, July 18, 2020

The Owner's Box After Dark, Ep. 4.


Lobster dinners, no social distancing at the beach, old basketball games forced to provide new entertainment -- it's all on the docket for the fourth episode of The Owner's Box After Dark, with your host, me.

Plus, another segment of the wildly popular "Counting Cars!"

So much entertainment, so little time. And what the heck, it's free.


Thursday, July 16, 2020

The Owner's Box After Dark, Ep. 3.


A new tradition continues to build momentum as we debut the third episode of The Owner's Box After Dark, complete with new camera angle and a fresh shave.

Tonight, I ponder the progress of treatment for my injured left knee (and yes, I know you've probably heard or read about all of what you want to know about that). Then I address the hot-button issues of the day -- why I probably won't be covering the Patriots' training camp this year, and why I won't be alone in that plight. I also talk about the Patriots' announced plans to limit Gillette Stadium to just 20 percent of fan capacity for the upcoming season (if they have one), and finally I delve into the fears that the upcoming fall high school sports season may be at risk, despite the hopes of many involved in the planning that it can either start on time or might survive by delaying it for a few weeks.

If you're tired of looking at me, watch the shadow of the ceiling fan in the background.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

The Owner's Box After Dark, Ep. 2


It's dark out and host Mark Farinella ruminates best in the dark, tonight pondering the change of the Washington NFL team's nickname and what effect that might have on local schools. He also shares the details about a less-than-perfect day and then offers the "Counting Cars" statistics from the day. And yes, the host does know what day it is, but like other people that struggle to read from teleprompters, he sometimes is led astray by typographical errors in the script -- that he wrote.

Enjoy.


Monday, July 13, 2020

The Owner's Box After Dark, Ep. 1.


Something new from the forward-thinking crew at Duck and Cover Productions ... video!

Yours truly debuts "The Owner's Box After Dark," a 15-minute soliloquy by yours truly about whatever tickles my fancy. Tonight's episode tackles the new "Perry Mason" show on HBO and my peculiar habit of "counting cars," or tracking the countries of origin of the cars than pass me on the highways and byways.

It's off the cuff and almost live, and when the script scroll breaks down, I can't remember the actual name of the show at the finish. But nothing is ever as good at the start as when it's been up and running for a while.

Enjoy.


Friday, July 10, 2020

You're on the clock for the contest!


The counter in the left-hand column has reached 10,000 views (web view only!), so you are on the clock to win some of my impressive new "The Owner's Box" coffee mugs!

Here's a quick refresher of the rules:

This mug can be yours.

 1. Either take a cellphone photo of the page or a screengrab.

2. Send me an email at theownersbox2020@gmail.com and attach the photo or screengrab. Make sure there is a timestamp to accompany the email, because that will determine the order in which winners are chosen.

3. I'll review all the emails and determine from the order of the timestamps who wins the mugs. At that point, I will respond to the winners asking for a name and mailing address that can be verified.

Once all that is done, within a short amount of time, you'll be drinking your favorite beverage out of the same mug given to guests that appear on the podcast -- and those mugs are proudly owned by people from here to Florida and California and back!

Just one restriction -- only one winner per address. No flooding my email box with timestamped entries trying to corner the market on coffee mugs. And the decision of the judges (i.e., me) will be final. I'll keep the lines of communication open until I have five legitimate winners.

Back in February, when I re-discovered this 11-year-old blog in the Internet ether, it had only about 300 hits on it. Now we're over 10,000! And if you see 10,020 or something like that, still try! That counter moves quickly!

I can't wait to hear from you! And thanks so much for viewing Blogging Fearlessly!

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Football playoffs, and why I'd end Thanksgiving games.

Captains of the 2013 Mansfield football team celebrate their Super Bowl victory.

Before we continue, I want it on the record that I am a traditionalist at heart where high school football is concerned.

The blogger writing a game story in 1969.
I grew up in the era in which high school teams played just nine games from September to November, including Thanksgiving. And that's when the season ended, period. No playoffs. No Super Bowls. No ratings systems. The Boston papers, all of them (Globe, Record American, Herald-Traveler) picked the eastern Massachusetts champions subjectively, in maybe three enrollment-based classes (now called divisions), and everyone was happy.

Well, apparently not everyone. In 1972, the Massachusetts Secondary Schools Principals Association (predecessor to the Massachusetts Interscholastic Athletic Association) felt the need to assume responsibility for selecting divisional champions, and thus the Super Bowls were born. Two competing teams were chosen by way of a complicated mathematical formula, and they played nine days after Thanksgiving. And everyone was happy.

Well ... apparently not everyone. The football postseason has taken so many twists and turns since 1972, it would be impossible for me to list all of the playoff plans here. In a nutshell, the number of divisions were increased. Then it was deemed necessary to have more competitors in the postseason, so the mathematical formula was scrapped and league champions were made automatic qualifiers, four per division. First they crowned Division *A and Division *B champions, creating as many as 10-12 "Super Bowl champions" in just the eastern part of the state. Then it was deemed necessary for the those teams to play each other, so it was ordered that there would be a semifinal round played on the Tuesday after Thanksgiving (five days after the holiday) and the Super Bowls would be played on the following Saturday (four days later). And then they created six divisions and they all played at Gillette Stadium, and everyone was happy.

Well ... again, not everyone. Some didn't like the condensed playoff schedule, squeezing three football games into a 10-day period. Some said that six divisions weren't enough, and the smaller schools didn't have a fair chance. Some didn't like that the games were changed (shorter quarters, fewer timeouts) to squeeze all the Super Bowls into one day at Gillette Stadium. And the folks from Western and Central Massachusetts raised holy hell over the fact that only the Eastern Massachusetts teams played at Gillette Stadium, and they wanted in. And finally, younger coaches looked at the playoff systems of other states where the holiday did not play a role in high school football scheduling, and they envied the system that would create true state champions, so they offered plan after plan to the MIAA until they finally broke down the state association in 2013 by finding a way to maintain Thanksgiving football while at the same time creating a multi-round playoff schedule (teams qualifying through a mathematical formula) that still ended on the first week of December -- although now, with eight divisions, the MIAA needed to prevail upon the Kraft family for two consecutive days of access to Gillette Stadium.

And that's where we basically stand today, and everyone is happy. No, I'm just kidding.

The current playoff system does have its flaws. The regular season lasts only seven weeks, which many believe is far too short. League championships no longer play a role in qualification. Too many teams with losing records qualified in the sectional tournaments. And teams that don't qualify for the playoffs or are eliminated still need to fill a month's worth of football weekends, so "consolation" games were created out of a pool of the lost and forlorn, creating three weeks of games that lack excitement, energy or buzz.

So, some member coaches of the Massachusetts High School Football Coaches Association came up with yet another plan, proposed to start with the Fall 2021 season. And it's high school football's version of "Back to the Future."

Feehan's captains enjoyed their "media day" at Gillette.
In this plan, the playoffs would not begin until after Thanksgiving, following a 10-game regular season. Eight teams would qualify in each division, and the first round of the playoffs would be on the Tuesday following Thanksgiving (five days later). Then the semifinal round would be played on the following Sunday (Want to watch the Patriots? Not if you're in the playoffs.), and the finals would be the Saturday after that -- which means that this year (for the purpose of explanation only), the football season would end on Dec. 12, forcing the adjustment of the entire high school sports calendar and pushing the winter sports back a week.

Well, the MIAA's Tournament Management Committee already has a plan for the future, part of the advent of statewide tournaments in all sports that was approved by MIAA member schools in February, and it does not include playing everything after Thanksgiving. So the MHSFCA's plan was not even discussed at recent meetings discussing alignments, and that has pissed off a few coaches who have taken to social media to claim that the state association "does not understand that football is unique."

Well, I have a solution. And those coaches are not going to like it.

In the statewide tournament -- which is a given, no matter what -- I propose a 10-game regular season starting on the last week of August and including one bye week if needed. The season will end on the first weekend of November, with 16 teams qualifying for the playoffs in each of the divisions by the use of a mathematical formula. The playoffs begin with eight games per division on the second week of November, four games on the third and two games on the fourth, followed by the Super Bowls on the first weekend of December as always. The larger playoff field would reflect the larger pool of available teams, from North Adams to Nauset and everywhere in-between.

The 10th week of the season would be reserved as "rivals week," when teams would play their traditional rivals or at least try to find games with some sort of special appeal. And once the playoffs begin, there are no non-qualifying teams playing and no consolation games. Once your season is done, you are through. Ten games should be enough of a football season for teams that probably don't want to play on any further. The early start is a little problematic, but it could be adjusted as the calendar falls to the first week of September with possibly the elimination of the bye week.

And there would be no Thanksgiving high school football. The holiday will be for family dinners, rest and reflection, and the Dallas Cowboys, Detroit Lions and whomever NBC gets for the night game -- just as it is for most of the rest of the nation.

Why kill off a tradition that's practically unique to this corner of New England, you ask? Because it's dying already.

This time, the coaches are the ones fumbling the ball.
I had a recent argument on Twitter with an unidentified coach about this very topic, and his retort every time I made note of the decline in high school crowds was that the athletic directors would never surrender the one game a year that makes them money. But how much are they really making these days? It's got to be a lot less than just 10-15 years ago.

I have been at a high school game on Thanksgiving every year since 1965 with just three exceptions, and I have covered Thanksgiving games for newspapers or in my new role as a broadcaster without interruption since 1977. I have covered most of the big games of long tenure in our area -- Attleboro-North Attleboro, Mansfield-Foxboro, Franklin-King Philip, Dighton-Rehoboth vs. Seekonk, and even a few games at Norton, Bishop Feehan and Tri-County thrown in for good measure. And I can say without fear of contradiction that the overflow crowds of my youth and even into the 1990s are things of the past.

I'll admit, the playoff system has had an effect. Thanksgiving games no longer count toward league titles or determine playoff berths, and in some cases, they've become glorified scrimmages -- although to their credit, our local coaches have approached the games with respect and competitiveness even if they risked their future in the playoffs with an all-out effort on the holiday.

But the games aren't what they used to be, and there are other reasons why. First, football is no longer the only game in town. Sports fans of multiple generations don't flock to the hometown fields as they used to because they weren't raised under the premise that no other sport mattered. And even if a lot of recent graduates show up, it's mostly to socialize and not to pay attention to the games.

Two years ago, I worked the North TV telecast at Attleboro High for the North vs. Attleboro game, spending four hours suspended 80 feet above field level in a coaching riser amid 10-degree temperatures to provide the color commentary. There were maybe 1,000 people in the stands at Tozier-Cassidy Field, if that many, because it was just too goddamned cold to bother. In days past, I thought, the game would have been such an event in the two rival communities that 5,000 or more would have braved the cold to cheer on their teams. That's just not the case any more.

Even last year, I was disappointed with the turnout of the Franklin-King Philip game at KP. Both teams came in at 7-3 and both had been eliminated from the playoffs, which may have contributed to the disinterest. The day started with a little rain but ended up being a nice, temperate day for late November, but there were still "plenty of good seats available" throughout KP's 14-0 win over the Panthers.

I'm sorry, I just don't see a super-condensed playoff schedule after the holiday as being much of a boost to the sport. It wasn't the first time they tried it, and an overriding concern was that it was asking too much of high school athletes to play three emotional and intense football games in the space of just 10 days.

What's more, in the midst of the argument when the coach claimed to me that money talked and that would guide the decision to restore Thanksgiving to past glories, I responded that it was a pretty lousy lesson to be giving the kids, that money is the only reason to put their bodies at risk. And I said that if money had been the guiding principle in 1972, the federal government would have never adopted Title IX of the Education Reform Acts, which mandated equality for women in athletics, because women's sports just don't rake in the cash.

The football coach got very upset, claiming it was "ridiculous" that I was making this a Title IX issue -- which I clearly was not, because I never suggested it. But later, when I had a chance to think about it, maybe it is after all. After all, Title IX mandates equal expenditures, equal access to facilities and equal equipment, and I guarantee you that there is no equivalent sport offered to female athletes that would involve the same financial investment as football.

Now, I know there will be those that will howl in protest over my suggestion that Thanksgiving games be eliminated. Most of them will be old farts like me. The "Males 60-80" demographic may be the last still-alive generation for whom Thanksgiving football was the biggest thing since sliced bread. But I suggest that with playoffs having been a part of the athletic psyche since 1972 and the current format having been in place since next year's seniors were in fifth grade, opinions and attitudes are changing.

Teams appreciate state championships more than holiday games.
To be honest, I think the youngsters will be happy to play when and where the games are. And wasn't the whole idea of the switch to a playoff system, to be inclusive? To get more teams participating in playoffs? The coaches of 7-10 years ago were determined to get a playoff system that resembled those in other states and they got their wish, and I honestly think the kids of today love playing for championships as much as kids of a prior generation loved playing on Thanksgiving, but this system was doomed from the start because some coaches just can't let go of a waning past.

As I said, I'm a traditionalist. I loved Thanksgiving football. But I have come to enjoy these playoffs now. And I want to see them continue -- but without infringing upon the next season in line.

The coach with whom I argued seemed to believe that winter-season coaches would not mind having their seasons pushed back another week by football's largesse. Well, this guy clearly has not been talking to the coaches I know. Not a single one to whom I've spoken on the topic believe that football should impose its wishes upon another season by a single extra minute. To me, a football schedule that extends into the second week of December should be an absolute non-starter.

If you'd like to see a head-to-head comparison of the playoff formats being discussed, follow this link to the state football coaches association's web page. There are a few opinions added that are skewed in the coaches' direction, as one might expect, but it's still an accurate representation of the two plans.

And before I close, a note to the football coaches of the commonwealth -- I'm not against you guys. I love your sport and have my whole life. One of its greatest joys has been my covering football at all levels, and my recent reincarnation as a play-by-play announcer doing the King Philip games on North TV's Plainville Channel has been the fulfillment of a lifelong dream to put the voice God gave me to good use calling sports on TV.

But I am sick and tired of this constant bickering over football playoff formats. Especially since the dawn of the 21st century, it seems that nobody can get on the same page about anything, and at the center of all the disputes is Thanksgiving football.

If the Turkey Day games were as popular and filled as tradition as they once were, I'd prop them up just like you are. But they aren't. For every rivalry that remains vital after 60 years or more, there are at least two or three that are of much more recent vintage and were created solely because enrollment shifts created untenable scheduling situations and forced belabored schools to seek more equitable competition.

No, maybe the time has come to shift the rivalries to earlier in the season, when it's warmer and excitement is building for the playoffs, and just let the holiday be the holiday. Some will regret this for obvious reasons, but the reality of today is that the list of vital, long-term rivalries has dwindled to a precious few -- and if the result of eliminating the holiday as a playoff date disappoints those, I can almost guarantee you that a better playoff system will benefit the sport as a whole a lot more going forward.

Until the next time that everyone is not happy, of course. It wouldn't be Massachusetts high school sports if someone wasn't complaining about something.



Remember the contest!


We're getting very close to 10,000 hits on this blog, and if you scroll down a ways, you'll find the rules and regulations for our contest that will send the five persons closest to the 10,000 plateau (over, not under) one of my spiffy "The Owner's Box" coffee mugs (the winner gets TWO!).

Keep an eye on the counter in the left-hand column of the web view. Sorry, the counter's not there in the mobile version.

Good luck!

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Redskins: It's time to board the name-change bandwagon.

The uniforms may not change much, but Washington's team could be re-branded.

You've probably heard the fight song somewhere along the way.

"Hail to the Redskins!
Hail Victory!
Braves on the Warpath!
Fight for old D.C.! …"

That little ditty was penned around 1938, a year after the NFL franchise moved to the nation's capital from Boston. The team was actually founded here as the Boston Braves in 1932 and played at Braves Field (now Boston University's Nickerson Field), but moved to Fenway Park the next year, prompting team owner George Preston Marshall to change the name to "Redskins," which they have been ever since.

The Washington Redskins' logo.
But I have a feeling that the Redskins' run will end in 2020. And I'm finally prepared to get on the bandwagon of the name change.

I've long been an opponent of the move toward political correctness in sports-team nicknames. In my 41-year tenure as a sportswriter and columnist that covered the NFL and had my work distributed widely via the Internet, I wrote several columns objecting to the changes that were being forced upon high schools and colleges by activists that worked overtime to find something offensive about their nicknames. And those columns drew plenty of ire -- not just from Native American groups that called me a racist, but from many of my friends with liberal leanings who believed that I subscribed solely to the liberal agenda as well.

Well, I'm still not sold on political correctness. I see nothing wrong with the Atlanta Braves, Kansas City Chiefs and Chicago Blackhawks, the Florida State Seminoles and the King Philip Warriors (more on that later).

But I've got to admit, my leanings where the Redskins are concerned have changed somewhat over the years. A quick check of the Internet archives confirmed that I most recently came out in favor of changing the Redskins' name six years ago, while still a columnist for The Sun Chronicle.

I wrote the following on Aug. 24, 2014:

"When I write about the Redskins, as I had to when the Patriots had joint workouts with them, I mean no disrespect to anyone. It's just a team name to me, and not a political statement.

"But I have to admit, I'm feeling more and more conflicted over it.

"I'm not in a position to be personally offended because I don't have any Native American ancestors. I'm far more offended by what the Olive Garden has done to Italian cuisine. But I do admit to having felt a little pique over the stereotypical intent behind the nickname of the short-lived XFL's New York-New Jersey Hitmen. Not all of us Mediterranean types have relatives that are Mafia assassins, you know.

"It's just getting far more difficult to defend 'Redskins.' Bottom line, it was regarded as a slur by a lot of people long before it became trendy and cool to be offended. It's silly to extend that blanket of outrage over far more benign team names with Native American roots, but I admit I absolutely could not defend using other well-known ethnic or racial slurs as nicknames if I couldn't use them in everyday discourse."

And that's the point. I certainly would not be happy with a team called the "New England Dago Wop Guinea Greaseball Goombahs." And to many people of Native American heritage, "Redskins" carries as much of a sting as the N-word does to Blacks.

This isn't new. Only maybe now, there's finally enough awareness to actually do something about it.

Many years ago, when the irascible Dan Snyder assumed ownership of the Washington franchise, he took to social media to announce that he would "NEVER" (he used the capital letters) change the franchise name. Snyder has been quite arrogantly steadfast about it even in the face of rising criticism, yet in the wake of the social upheaval of the last few months that has led many to take more serious looks at what's appropriate in today's culture and what isn't, maybe he can no longer avoid it.

Such was the case in the nearby town of Walpole recently; the town's school committee voted unanimously to eliminate the high school's "Rebels" nickname, in place for more than a half-century, because it was a direct reference to the Confederate States of America.

Walpole's Rebels will be known as something else in 2020.
The nickname was adopted because of the background of the school's successful football coach, John Lee (known far and wide as "the General"), who was from Newton originally but spent 12 years as a coach in Tennessee and brought the imagery of Southern football back with him. Lee was one of the most successful coaches in the commonwealth before his retirement in 1992, and Walpole High embraced the Confederate flag and the band played "Dixie" as part of the intimidating imagery of success.

But in the early 1990s, school administration started to step back from the Confederate identity. The Battle Flag of Northern Virginia was banned from display at games and was no longer allowed on uniforms (although one abutting neighbor to Turco Field continued to fly the banner in defiance right to his death a few years ago). And finally, following the recent murder of George Floyd by Minneapolis police and the wave of protest that followed, a pre-existing movement within Walpole to change the nickname was finally taken seriously enough for the school committee to take action.

It's fair to say that Walpole's case was one of justifiable political correctness. Natick may have also done the right thing when it changed "Redmen" to "Redhawks" many years ago, although that decision remains controversial within the town. Not long ago, Tewksbury rejected a petition to change its "Redmen" nickname. And the beat goes on.

Locally, three of our schools use Native American imagery for their sports teams. Seekonk, King Philip Regional and Foxboro are all "Warriors," and all three use some sort of Native American representation as part of that identity.

Seekonk (whose name is a Native American word for goose or duck) has a decal on its helmets that features an arrow tipped with a stone arrowhead. King Philip (the Anglicized name of the chief of the Wampanoag tribe in the mid-1600s, Metacomet) also uses a spear or arrow decal on its helmets.

The Redskins' logo is embraced by Foxboro High.
Foxboro may face a thorny problem if the Washington Redskins abandon their livery, because the school has embraced its use of the Redskins' Indian-head logo as pictured above in this post. Not only does it adorn the football helmets, but it also is used in a smaller, embroidered fashion on some school uniforms and even appears on signs outside the high school building.

The logo is licensed to NFL Properties, and the NFL is usually quite vigorous in protecting the copyrighted usage of its logos. But when it comes to youth sports organizations or high schools, the league doesn't send out a rash of cease-and-desist orders to schools that have adopted their logos as long as it doesn't become a matter of abuse. Indeed, it would be quite something if the NFL came down hard on a team in the host community of one of its 32 franchises, even though the logo in question is not the one used by the local team. Foxboro would probably be more at risk of running afoul of copyrights if a major college was involved, as they are known to protect their licensed images far more aggressively than the NFL does when it comes to youth programs or high schools.

However, some awareness of potential disputes was apparent in Foxboro a few years ago when the school committee decided not to have the Redskins logo woven into the artificial turf installed at Sam Berns Community Field on the high school grounds. That field is not presently used as the Warrior varsity football team's home (it's still Jack Martinelli Field at the Ahern School, where the team has played since the early 1960s), although presumably a change will be made at some point. Blue and gold letters "FHS" serve as the permanent logo on the turf field -- and my guess is that if the Washington Redskins abandon their trademarked logo, Foxboro High will be prodded to seek another identity for itself shortly thereafter.

King Philip's arrowhead helmet logo.
Foxboro has been the "Warriors" since the late 1940s. Seekonk and King Philip came on board in the 1960s. And you would think that King Philip would be looking at a double-whammy where the politically-correct zealots are concerned, as the three-town school district not only appropriated the Anglicized name of a native chief who was persecuted by English settlers, but then added the offensive-to-some "Warriors" monicker on top of it.

I still believe it's a measure of overreaction to look at every single nickname with Native American connotations as offensive. Hollywood has made millions of Americans think of Italian-Americans as Mafia thugs in the wake of successful films like "The Godfather," "Goodfellas" and anything with Joe Pesci in it, but should I be outraged to the point of wanting such works of fiction banned because of it? Fuggeddaboutit.

In fact, some of the complaints are just ridiculous. A few years ago, Holy Cross beat back a student-generated attempt to eliminate "Crusaders" as the school nickname because it was supposedly offensive to those not of Christian beliefs. Holy Cross is a Catholic school, as if you didn't know.

But corrections are being made that should be made. The Cleveland Indians surrendered their "Chief Wahoo" caricature a few years ago, and now are going to take another look at their name -- which, if legend is true, was chosen by fans more than a century ago as a means of honoring Louis Sockalexis, a member of the Penobscot tribe who starred for the Cleveland Spiders at the turn of the 20th century.

So, it appears the time has come for "Redskins" to ride off into the sunset.

There is no shortage of suggestions for replacements, the most intriguing of which is "Red Tails," which honors the squadron of African-American World War II fighter pilots called the "Tuskegee Airmen," who painted the tails of their P-51 Mustang aircraft a distinctive red.

"Redhawks" is also gaining momentum, and the wisecrackers out there seem to want "Sentinels," after the fictional team from the 2000 movie "The Replacements," which featured Keanu Reeves as the quarterback and Gene Hackman as the coach of a team of strike-breakers.

Given that Washington itself has a large African-American population, and that Snyder wants to relocate the team to a new stadium on an in-city site currently occupied by the team's former home, RFK Stadium, it wouldn't surprise me to see Snyder drop his objections if the city ponies up a lot of money to make the new stadium a reality. That wouldn't be the best of solutions for the District of Columbia's underrepresented taxpayers -- no wonder why they want statehood! -- but at least it would facilitate the dawning of a new era of awareness for the Washington football franchise.

But I'm starting to get the feeling that moves will be made before any stadium deal can be made. There is a lot of momentum building, and you'd have to be completely blind and tone deaf not to recognize it.

It should be "Hail and farewell to the Redskins."

Now, can we PLEASE talk about the "Fighting Irish" of Notre Dame?



Friday, July 3, 2020

Don't forget, we're having a contest!


Our "The Owner's Box" mug is the perfect complement to this balanced snack.
As I announced a few weeks ago, this blog is having a contest. I want to reward my loyal followers, those of you that have responded far beyond my expectations to put me on the precipice of 10,000 views since February.

And when someone trips the counter to the left of this post to 10,000 (sorry … web view only, not the smartphone view), that lucky person and four others close to the target will win spiffy new "The Owner's Box" coffee mugs if they follow a few simple rules.

One of these could be yours.
Indeed, the person that either hits 10,000 exactly or comes closest to it will win not just one, but TWO "The Owner's Box" coffee mugs, emblazoned with the logo of my popular series of podcasts. Four other viewers that come close to the magic moment will win a mug apiece.

How will we figure that out? Well, I'll need your help.

If you should open this blog someday and you notice 10,000 (or above it and close to it) on the counter to the left, I want you to follow these easy steps.

1. Either take a cellphone photo of the page or a screengrab.

2. Send me an email at theownersbox2020@gmail.com and attach the photo or screengrab. Make sure there is a timestamp to accompany the email, because that will determine the order in which winners are chosen.

3. I'll review all the emails and determine from the order of the timestamps who wins the mugs. At that point, I will respond to the winners asking for a name and mailing address that can be verified.

Once all that is done, within a short amount of time, you'll be drinking your favorite beverage out of the same mug given to guests that appear on the podcast -- and those mugs are proudly owned by people from here to Florida and California and back!

Just one restriction -- only one winner per address. No flooding my email box with timestamped entries trying to corner the market on coffee mugs. And the decision of the judges (i.e., me) will be final.

Back in February, when I re-discovered this 11-year-old blog in the Internet ether, it had only about 300 hits on it. But it didn't take long for a new generation of viewers to discover these ramblings and offer their support, which absolutely amazed me. Now, this is my way of saying thanks. We're almost at 9,700 hits, so my guess is that we could reach the magic moment right after the holiday weekend. And if you see 10,020 or something like that, still try! That counter moves quickly!

I can't wait to hear from you! And thanks so much for viewing Blogging Fearlessly!

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

The Owner's Box, Ep. 26.


The first season of "The Owner's Box" ends with a look back at four previous episodes featuring three local basketball experts -- all of whom made it clear that they did not like the idea of letting the national clearinghouse called MaxPreps take charge of the seeding (via proprietary "power rankings") of the Massachusetts high school tournaments in all sports.

The previous episodes were from February, March and May, but the comments by Foxboro High girls' hoop coach Lisa Downs, former Xaverian Brothers High coach Alex Salachi and Norwood High boys' coach Kristen McDonnell surely hinted that objections to the MaxPreps plan ran deep. 

Recently, the Massachusetts Interscholastic Athletic Association's Tournament Management Committee voted 13-0 to temporarily delay the handoff to MaxPreps until at least the 2020-21 winter season -- but the delay will be revisited before then.

Also, yours truly offers a blistering Final Rant to close out the first 26-episode season before vacation time. It's worth listening to.