15 days until Christmas. I am not in the holiday spirit, though as many will substantiate, I was the last kid my age to get the scoop on Santa Claus. So, yes, I am a huge Christmas fan. I know it is supposed to be a religious holiday. Opening presents, eating chocolate chip pancakes and spending an afternoon assembling G.I. vehicles was to me - and many other boys under 12 - a religious experience. I am confident the Christmas spirit will return once Wifey and I begin procreating. In fact, perhaps this is just the sign needed to prompt that very thing to happen. Maybe…
As a child, you look up to your father. He’s the smart guy. He appears to know everything. When you disagree with him, you lose - your temperand the argument. Dad is the guy you strive to be smarter than, wealthier than, better than.
This week, I had the pleasure of joining my father on a conference call involving my very own business. It was the first time to experience business with my father and an outside party. You feel safe when you know the guy on your team is definitely the smartest one on the call. Plus, he’s your father. He’s got your back. And he didn’t have to say much. His presence was reassuring because Dad kicks ass. We did too.
We nailed it. The 3rd person on the call understood and accepted our proposition. I tend to think he was probably impressed too. Thanks, Dad.
My sister is an actor.
She recently moved from Los Angeles to NYC.
I recently moved from NYC, but that was after a decade of residing in the concrete jungle.
I feel like I should help her. Well, maybe just with the nuances only New Yorkers can appreciate. Like, for example, text messaging. Residents of Gotham interpret texting differently than others. A few illustrations;
- Text Message: in a cab
- Translation: I’m outside. I’m looking for a cab and feel confident that I’ll snag one in less than 5 minutes.
- Text Message: leaving in 5
- Translation: leaving in 15 minutes
- Text Message: b there in 5
- Translation: I’m 15 minutes away
- Text Message: where is it?
- Translation: If the restaurant/bar/club/lounge you’re suggesting is above 14th street, there’s a strong possibility I will not attend
- Text Message: I’m going to a birthday party. After?
- Translation: we will not see each other tonight
- Text Message: dining in
- Translation: I ordered from seamlessweb
- Text Message: Where do I get the J?
- Translation: I don’t leave Manhattan. Ever.
- Text Message: What r u doing after Macy’s?
- Translation: I would not go to Herald’s Square unless my entire family was being held at gun point.
- Text Message: call me when get in
- Translation: we’ll do something another day
Good luck, sis!
-The David Xperience
I have read it countless time. You may have too. It is communicated in a variety of ways, but the message boils down to this; when you’re on top and your actions lead you to believe you’re invincible, that’s when you should start to worry.
Unfortunately, university presidents and athletic directors evidently don’t do much reading, or thinking, for that matter as evidenced by the extensive realignment occurring in haste.
The damage will be great. It already is.
Over the weekend, Syracuse University and the University of Pittsburgh jettisoned the Big East Conference. After decades of rivalries cultivated among generations of students, those suddenly vanish as university presidents initiate shotgun marriages with conferences full of strangers. That’s what isn’t understood in college sports nowadays; that the rivalries built over decades have led us to where we are in collegiate athletics.
The rivalries meant something because teams shared a conference where the outcome of such contests had implications far greater than just a ‘friendly’ as they say in soccer parlance. Now, Syracuse-Georgetown, or Pitt-UConn, has little-to-no ramifications in the college basketball. And football? Forget it.
The system has bent over and over and over, and now, it’s breaking. Shattering is a more apropos word. Contests that people - particularly students and alumni - will soon cease to exist due to “scheduling conflicts”. Will Texas A&M alumni now get all jazzed up to play Vanderbilt on a random Saturday in the Fall? Or LSU? Or Auburn? I doubt it.
The beauty of what transpired over the past few decades - mainly my entire lifetime - is that rivalries among colleges were cultivated, thanks to an explosion in media coverage and generations grew up knowing who to love, who to hate, and why. Now, that’s gone.
Change is good, but only when the fundamentals behind change are solid. One must analyze the ramifications of change before undergoing it. To the detriment of students, athletes, alumni, and fans, the changes altering the landscape of collegiate athletics are not grounded in any objective reasoning.
Instead, it’s being billed as a money grab. Only problem is, universities are counting on the money to be there. What happens if it isn’t? When Texas A&M can’t field a competitive football team because in-state recruits don’t find it glamorous to get their butts kicked every week by Alabama, LSU, Auburn, and Florida, and the fans don’t rally around their wounded program, and national broadcasters no longer find it profitable to show the TAMU vs. Vanderbilt game…then what?