To Be Like Mike or Not to Be Like Mike

The NBA inducted this year’s members to the Hall of Fame.  Some called it the best class ever.

Michael Jordan, David Robinson, John Stockton, Jerry Sloan, and C. Virginia Stringer (can’t say I know her).  That’s three guys from the original Dream Team (I know because I had the poster on my wall in ’92) along with a coach who’s been in Utah since before it was Mormon.

Should’ve been an evening of celebration and class, and it was.  Mostly.

Adrian Wojnarowski has written a great column for Yahoo! Sports.  The gist of it?  That MJ, who lives to win, was the night’s loser.  Robinson, Stockton, and Sloan–you’d be hard-pressed to find three classier NBA fellows in the past generation.  And MJ–well, that’s not exactly his strong suit.  I know, he can look like it is.  He’s got that smile and a slamming silhouette that is known in every country of the world.

But Mike might be slightly troubled.  And reading that great column (yes, I’m plugging it again) made me think.

Maybe nobody really wants to be like Mike.

Graham Harrell

Any die-hard Rider fans will recognize that name as a young QB currently with our club.

He has a more-than-impressive NCAA resume, and some dare to dream big things for his football future.  I read a great blog post on him recently, which speculated as to whether his game and our team might be perfect for one another.

An American’s View of the CFL

If you know me, you know I’m a football fan.  I simply enjoy that game–especially the CFL.

HERE is a great article by an American CFL fan, describing how he stumbled upon our game  Any football fan will enjoy this–the rest of you, keep moving.

Lions at the Gate

I woke up at 4:00 this morning.  Prior to that, I woke up a couple other times with those ahhh-did-I-sleep-in-and-miss-my-flight jumpy twitches.

But I didn’t. So I just got up and ready.

In the Regina airport, I crossed paths with pretty much the whole BC Lions team. Would you believe me if I told you that 42 professional football players can be spotted in an average Canadian prairie airport without the use of any special surveillance equipment?

Then I bumped into Coach Buono himself.

I had my Rider jacket on. He had his Lion look on. Our eyes met; no words necessary. I wanted to say, “Hey Wally, how’d Mosaic Stadium treat you last night?” But I decided just to silently nod.

You know I love you, Wally. And I hope your cholesterol is still down—the CFL would never be the same without you.

But I do hope the east side made you feel welcome last night.

Riderville

I was out a few times today on this warm Saturday and noticed a couple things that made me smile.

An old truck was on the Ring Road.  It had wooden walls on the sides of its box to hold a whole heap of garbage bags.  The homemade walls were painted up green and white with Rider slogans all over.  I pulled past the driver to see him fully decked in his gear.  Rider green shirt and hat to boot.

A few blocks later, I pulled up to a light alongside a car flying two Rider flags flying out the windows.  Who’s in the car?  Two old fellows (both could have been 80!).

So why the “green-ness” all over town, you ask?  A playoff push?  Game day?

Nope.

It’s training camp.  Haven’t even got the roster nailed down yet.

And that’s why Riderville rocks!