Wednesday, April 4

SoDo NoMo?

As someone who proudly wore a Seattle Mariner starter jacket and cap to the 1985 World Series, I think it’s safe to say I have some credibility when it comes to Mariner history.

Which is why I do not make this comment lightly about the M’s thwarting of the proposed Seattle basketball arena: Incredible.

No, it’s not because the Mariners are hypocrites who have no problem sucking from the public teat while simultaneously blocking their brothers from doing the same. And, no, it’s not because they continue to say that their interference has everything to do with traffic concerns and nothing do with keeping a lid on competition for Seattle’s pocketbooks.

No, the reason I say that this whole affair is incredible is because if 1985 me had flown in via time machine to 2012 and heard that the Mariners were the kingpins of the Seattle sports scene … well, 1985 me would have dropped his Mariner painter’s cap and Alvin Davis rookie cards in utter astonishment.

Regardless of your opinion of the nonsense arising from the professional sports teams in this region, you have to be amazed at how times have completely changed in the span of 25 years. Two decades ago, the Mariners played before crowds that resembled a Ringo Starr tour, were routinely booted to odd AM or FM stations whenever the Seahawks happened to be playing at the same time, and were generally thought of as the stepchild of Seattle sports, below (in order) the Seahawks, the Huskies, and the Sonics.

Now? Well, now it’s different. As Geoff Baker pointed out in the Seattle Times today, the Mariners’ decision to stand in the way of the proposed new arena is such a horribly pad PR move that it can only mean the team’s owners are close to selling, and could care less about the long-term ramifications of their decision.

Will their position hurt the team? Honestly, I have to believe that whatever tomatoes get thrown their way will have a minimal impact on the team’s attendance, and whatever money they forfeit from a hypothetical TV network involving the M’s, Sonics, and NHL would be more than made up for by not having to share King County’s disposable income with two other competitors.

Bottom line? The M’s decision is bad PR-wise, but not so bad that it’s going to kill them. After all, every Sonic fan already knows the true moral of this story, and every story regarding pro sports:

It’s a business.

Monday, March 12

The Sonic Dance


If you haven't already figured it out, we've replaced the competitors in this year's NCAA tournament with Sonic players and coaches who were either alums or former coaches or ... well, sometimes I had to fudge a bit. For example:

1) Lamar: Dale Ellis clearly didn't attend Lamar University, but his middle name is Lamar, so, there you go.

2) Murray State: Flip Murray/Murray State. Yes, I know.

3) Kentucky: Real Sonic (or Kentucky) fans will know why.

4) Lehigh: Bob Weiss has no affiliation with the school, but he did grow up in the same area.

5) LIU, BYU: Ditto #4

6) Harvard: He doesn't have an official relationship (yet), but thousands of Sonic fans wish Steve Ballmer's name would appear in a Sonic media guide in some future time.

7) Florida State: Rashard Lewis obviously never played for the Seminoles, but was heavily recruited by them.


Sadly, even my loose rules couldn't enable me to find a Sonic for UNC Asheville, New Mexico, Belmont, or Southern Miss. If any readers can provide some tips, we'll be glad to amend the bracket.

The Midwest bracket (Haywood/Meschery! Perkins/Ellis! Silas/McKey! Cage/McMillan!) has got it all over the West (Snow/Bianchi? Sundvold/Pope?).

Friday, March 2

50th Anniversary of Wilt's 100



Today marks the 50th anniversary of, as Ed Sullivan called it, "The greatest thing that's ever happened in indoor sports."

I'd argue it's the "greatest thing" that's ever happened in any sport. Unless the NBA lowers the rims or bans teams from playing defense, Wilt's 100 is one of the few records in all of sports that is virtually untouchable.

If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend picking up Wilt, 1962: The Night of 100 Points and the Dawn of a New Era by Gary M. Pomerantz. It's one the best (and quickest!) basketball books I've read in quite a while, breaking down this epic feat quarter by quarter, player by player.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go pay respects to Wilt's other greatest performance.