• Trump vs. the Constitution

    May 16, 2016
    US politics

    South Texas School of Law Prof. Josh Blackman:

    On January 20, 2017, Chief Justice John Roberts will administer the oath of office to the 45th president: “I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.” Donald Trump is utterly unqualified to keep this solemn pledge to our most fundamental law. We know this because in winning the nomination, Trump has already promised that he will knowingly break the law and violate the Constitution.

    Free speech? He will “open up the libel laws” to allow public officials to sue the media, and use the Federal Communications Commission to fine critics. Private property? To Trump, eminent domain is a “wonderful thing” and is not actually “taking property” because the owner can move “two blocks away.” Faithfully executing the law? His harebrained scheme to make Mexico pay for the border wall ignores the clear text of a statute and unilaterally prohibits foreign commerce. Serving as commander in chief? Trump has already pledged that he would violate international treaties and domestic law. The military “won’t refuse” his illegal orders. “Believe me,” he promised. Protecting our national security? Trump has lauded FDR’s internment of Japanese Americans, one of the darkest hours in the history of our Republic. And what about the Supreme Court? Assuming he keeps his promise to appoint conservative jurists — and that this promise is not merely a negotiating tactic — Trump’s approach would likely mirror that of George W. Bush: appoint justices who will defer to bold assertions of federal power. Judicial minimalist, thy name is John Roberts.

    These are the unconstitutional things Trump has told us he will do. I shudder to think of the trump cards the boardwalk emperor is holding close to his vest. For Trump, courts are merely a venue to silence critics, seize property, and evade creditors through bankruptcy protections. At every juncture, Trump uses and abuses the legal process to aggrandize his own personal power, bragging that “on four occasions I have taken advantage of the [bankruptcy] laws of the country.” Taking advantage of the laws aptly summarizes his approach to the law. Perhaps this makes him a shrewd businessman, but this ethos — and his promises to continue such egregious behavior — renders him ineligible to “preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

    Donald Trump shows absolutely no awareness of the importance of the freedom of speech — especially as a means to shine a light on dark public figures. Throughout his career, he has repeatedly turned to the law to silence dissent. In 2006, Trump filed a $5 billion libel suit against author Timothy O’Brien who wrote that he wasn’t a billionaire. In 2012 he secured a $5 million defamation judgment against a Miss USA contestant who claimed the Miss USA pageant was “rigged.” (Sound familiar?) Even when he didn’t actually follow through with litigation, Trump has often threatened to sue critics — which has the effect of chilling speech. In 2013, an online petition was organized to persuade Macy’s to drop his clothing line. His lawyers threatened the organizer of the campaign, whom Trump called a “loser,” with a $25 million lawsuit claiming the petition “far exceeds anything protected by the Constitution.”

    It’s not surprising that Trump has promised to “open up the libel laws” to allow public figures to sue newspapers that write “purposely negative and horrible articles about him.” Luckily, the Constitution stands as a barrier to his ability to silence critics. Fox News Sunday host Chris Wallace challenged Trump on this flatly unconstitutional standard, telling him “the Supreme Court ruled on this . . . so you’re going to have to win them [and] the Constitution.” Trump’s reply? “Well, in England, I can tell you it’s very much different and very much easier.” Trump seems entirely unaware that England lacks a First Amendment. He also seems unaware that libel laws are exclusively state laws, and the federal government would have no power to “open [them] up,” short of passing a federal seditious libel law. (The Adams administration did not have a good experience with the Alien & Sedition Act of 1798.) But more fundamentally, Trump’s response to criticism is to attempt to silence his critics. As the national strongman, he gets to determine what the grounds for debate are.

    But a Trump administration wouldn’t need to alter laws to chill speech. After a September 2015 debate, where Carly Fiorina rebuked Donald Trump’s misogynistic attacks, National Review’s Rich Lowry rebuked him on Fox News: “Let’s be honest: Carly cut his balls off with the precision of a surgeon — and he knows it.” Moments later, the choleric Trump tweeted “Incompetent @RichLowry lost it tonight on @FoxNews. He should not be allowed on TV and the FCC should fine him!” Instead of sending frivolous cease-and-desist letters, the Trump administration could simply fine anyone who speaks ill of his policies — which I am sure will be hailed as terrific in the polls. Or, a U.S. attorney appointed by Trump can give special attention to media entities that are critical of the government. Or, a Trump IRS can look extra closely at the tax returns of groups that are disfavored. The panoptic powers of the federal government are pervasive.

    Beyond libel laws, the serial-tweeter even said he would censor the Internet in the name of national security. In a speech in December, Trump urged shutting down parts of the Internet to stop ISIS — as if the Internet can be sectioned off like rooms in a casino. “We have to go see Bill Gates” and “people that really understand what’s happening,” Trump said, and “talk to them about, maybe in certain areas, closing that Internet up in some way.” What about the Constitution? In a mocking tone, Trump scorned, “Somebody will say, ‘Oh freedom of speech, freedom of speech.’ These are foolish people. We have a lot of foolish people.” Present company included.

    In addition to using the courts as a tool to squelch speech, the real-estate mogul has cheerfully exploited the state’s power of eminent domain to aggrandize his personal wealth. During an October 2015 debate, Trump was asked about eminent domain. His answer: “So eminent domain, when it comes to jobs, roads, the public good, I think it’s a wonderful thing, I’ll be honest with you. And remember, you’re not taking property, you know, the way you asked the question, the way other people — you’re paying a fortune for that property. Those people can move two blocks away into a much nicer house.”

    The very purpose of eminent domain powers is for taking a person’s private property! The Fifth Amendment expressly provides, “nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.” Further, victims of eminent-domain abuse seldom get fair-market value, let alone a “fortune.” That doesn’t even begin to compensate a property owner who values his home above market prices.

    And Mr. Trump has personal history with this populist abuse: He attempted to use eminent domain to take the home of an elderly widow in Atlantic City in order to construct a parking lot for one of his casinos. For Trump, ample parking for limousines contribute to the “public good.” The New Jersey court ruled against him, finding that the “primary interest served here is a private” purpose — that is, benefiting Trump — “rather than a public one and as such the actions cannot be justified under the law.” The pattern is consistent — he uses power and the courts to promote his bottom line.

    The Constitution imposes a duty on the president to “take care that the laws be faithfully executed.” Unfortunately, President Obama has routinely delayed, suspended, and modified the laws in violation of this fundamental principle of the separation of powers. President Trump would up the ante. On Meet the Press, Trump was asked whether he would rely on executive action in the manner of President Obama. “I won’t refuse it. I’m going to do a lot of things,” Trump replied. “I mean, [President Obama] led the way, to be honest with you,” he added. But rest assured, Trump noted, “I’m going to use [executive actions] much better and they’re going to serve a much better purpose than he’s done.” The Constitution does not vest the unitary executive with this authority for good reason. Trump’s constitutionalism would, like his hair, comb over any limitations.

    For a preview of how Trump will simply disregard the law when it is inconvenient, consider his signature proposal to make Mexico pay for the border wall. How would he do this? His legal team released a memo to the Washington Post detailing this audacious executive action. First, he would propose a regulation that would prohibit people in the United States without lawful presence from transferring money abroad. Second, President Trump would demand a “one time payment of $5-10 billion” from Mexico to ensure that wire payments continue to flow south of the border. Third, we build the wall. I will put aside for a moment the catastrophic implications this extortion racket would have on our diplomatic relations. More pressingly for our purposes, such a move would be flatly contrary to domestic and constitutional law.

    The crux of Trump’s proposal revolves around Section 236 of the Patriot Act, which requires financial institutions to verify the identity of customers who “open[] an account.” Regulations issued by the Bush administration made clear that this provision does not apply to financial institutions where customers do not open accounts, such as “wire transfer” services. This is a sensible reading of the statute. In his legal memo, Trump announced the he would ignore the clear text of the statute, and apply the provision to “money transfer companies, like Western Union.” Even though these institutions do not require a person to open an account, which is what the statute requires. Like President Obama before him, a President Trump would simply ignore statutes that get in the way of his terrific goals.

    Further, the statute makes absolutely no reference to excluding foreigners from U.S. financial institutions, unless they are on a “suspected terrorist” watch list. Under the Bush administration’s regulations, an alien only needs to provide a foreign “passport number and country of issuance.” Trump would change that too. Now, an alien who wants to send money abroad must “provide[] a document establishing his lawful presence in the United States.”

    This executive action would not be limited to aliens sending money to Mexico, but would also prohibit investments by foreigners where funds are transferred abroad. As a result, foreign nationals will no longer be able to open accounts and invest in American banks. There is absolutely nothing in the tenor of the act — passed in the wake of 9/11 — that would remotely suggest that the president has the authority to limit investments with financial institutions to U.S. persons.

    Billions of dollars already in American bank accounts held by foreign nationals could no longer be withdrawn. The money will effectively be seized, and impounded within our borders by the federal government, without any due process of law or statutory authority. More foundationally, Congress’s power over the regulation of foreign commerce would be ignored.

    The most troubling aspect of this harebrained scheme — an apt phrase for anything from the mind of Donald J. Trump — is that his lawyers have already blessed this proposal. No doubt a Trump Justice Department would be staffed with attorneys who would continue the trend of rubber-stamping implausible assertions of power. This is the sort of illegal executive action that President Obama has made routine, with respect to the implementation of Obamacare. President Trump would continue down this dangerous path.

    Under Article II of the Constitution, the civilian president is also the “Commander in Chief” of the armed forces. This is a solemn duty that Trump has already shown a complete lack of regard for. During a debate, he announced that in the fight against ISIS, the military would kill not only the terrorists, but also “take out their families.” However, as Senator Rand Paul (R., Ky.) pointed out, “if you are going to kill the families of terrorists, realize that there’s something called the Geneva Convention we’re going to have to pull out of. It would defy every norm that is America.” He’s right. Common Article 3 of the Geneva Conventions — which the United States Senate ratified, and is part of our “supreme law of the land” — mandates that people who are taking no active part in the hostilities “shall in all circumstances be treated humanely.” That means you can’t kill innocent family members. Perhaps Trump’s handlers didn’t coach him on this in advance — although frankly, it shocks the conscience that a presidential candidate could even propose this. But even more importantly, the military could not, and would not comply with such illegal bloodshed.

    CIA Director Michael Hayden stated that if President Trump “were to order that once in government, the American armed forces would refuse to act.” Hayden added that he “would be incredibly concerned if a President Trump governed in a way that was consistent with the way that candidate Trump expressed during the campaign.” In a debate following Hayden’s comments, Trump was asked what he would do if the military disobeyed his illegal orders. His reply: “They won’t refuse. They’re not gonna refuse me. Believe me.” Moderator Brett Baier shot back, “but they’re illegal [orders].” Trump brushed off the criticism: “I’m a leader, I’ve always been a leader. I’ve never had any problem leading people. If I say do it, they’re going to do it.” This is Trump’s modus operandi. The law is always subordinate to his leadership, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his terrific goals.

    The next day — after his handlers no doubt got to him — Trump issued a statement purporting to walk back his outrageous remarks: “[I would] use every legal power that I have to stop these terrorist enemies,” he said. “I do, however, understand that the United States is bound by laws and treaties and I will not order our military or other officials to violate those laws and will seek their advice on such matters. I will not order a military officer to disobey the law. It is clear that as president I will be bound by laws just like all Americans and I will meet those responsibilities.”

    This statement is not reassuring. As George Mason University law professor Ilya Somin pointed out, “that is not the same thing as saying he will refrain from ordering the military to target civilians.” He only said he would obey the law. Trump did not state that ordering the execution of innocent family members would be illegal. But as president, he would have expansive authority to decide how the law and the Constitution ought to be interpreted. Compare President Bush’s interpretation of his Article II war powers with President Obama’s interpretation of his discretion to enforce immigration laws. “The really important question,” Professor Somin asks, “is what [Trump] think[s] the law is and how much it constrains presidential power.” The answer is: not much.

    One of the strongest rejoinders to the #NeverTrump movement is that a President Hillary Clinton could appoint four Supreme Court justices, and radically alter the High Court for a generation. At a minimum, Trump supporters counter, the presumptive Republican nominee can be trusted to nominate the right kind of justice. Don’t be so sure.

    For such a frequent litigant, Trump has a striking ignorance of how courts work. During an interview on ABC’s Good Morning America, he was asked what kind of justice he would appoint to the High Court. “Well, I’d probably appoint people that would look very seriously at [Hillary Clinton’s] e-mail disaster because it’s a criminal activity, and I would appoint people that would look very seriously at that to start off with.” Trump’s muddled answer makes it difficult to understand exactly what he is getting at. However, in no sense should a justice-to-be care, at all, about Secretary Clinton’s e-mail situation. Monumental issues of constitutional law hang in the balance with these appointments.

    Further, it is unclear if Trump even understands what courts do. During a February debate, Senator Cruz criticized Trump for suggesting he would nominate his sister to the Supreme Court, Judge Maryanne Trump Barry, who wrote a decision supporting partial-birth abortion. The real-estate tycoon displayed a stunning ignorance of the judicial function when he said Cruz was “criticizing my sister for signing a certain bill.” Huh? Judges don’t sign bills. They write opinions. Trump continued: “You know who else signed that bill? Justice Samuel Alito, a very conservative member of the Supreme Court, with my sister, signed that bill.” Again, Alito did not “sign the bill,” nor did he agree with Judge Trump Barry’s opinion. Alito’s opinion concurring in judgment stated in the very first sentence, “I do not join Judge Barry’s opinion, which was never necessary and is now obsolete.”

    Trump doesn’t even seem to understand how justices decide issues of constitutional law. Fox News host Bill O’Reilly asked Trump if he would appoint a justice who would overturn Roe v. Wade. Trump replied, “I will appoint judges that will be pro-life.” He can’t even impose the correct litmus test. (Litmus tests are entirely inappropriate because they would force a justice to recuse himself after prejudging questions of law.) The question is not whether a justice, in his or her personal views is “pro-life.” The question is whether they view the 14th Amendment’s Due Process Clause as including a substantive right to abortion. It is entirely irrelevant what a nominee thinks about abortion. In 2012, Justice Scalia offered an answer that should give Trump some guidance: “The Constitution, in fact, says nothing at all about [abortions]. It is left to democratic choice. Now, regardless of what my views as a Catholic are, the Constitution says nothing about it.” It is not enough for Trump to promise to appoint justices in the mold of Scalia or Thomas — he must understand what that actually means. …

    Simply stated, no matter what advisers say, the president does what he wants for Supreme Court nominations. But the risk is much higher for a Trump presidency. A candidate who views the law as a means to an end, and has no grounding of constitutional limits, will be an absolute disaster when it comes time to picking a nominee. One can even imagine Trump striking a deal with Senate Democrats: swap a liberal Supreme Court justice for building a border wall. What a terrific deal! (In any event, the construction of the wall will be held up for years with waves of challenges based on environmental-impact statements and eminent-domain proceedings.) Or maybe Trump will appoint one his cronies to the Court, like Lyndon Johnson did with Abe Fortas.

    More troublingly, to the extent that President Trump continues President Obama’s abuse of executive action, the sort of justice a President Trump will look for is a deferential jurist who will uphold his constitutional violations. For all of Trump’s ridicule of Chief Justice Roberts for upholding Obamacare, the unpresidential nominee would likely want to appoint a justice to uphold his agenda, and look away from all manners of his demagoguery. President George W. Bush was committed to “judicial minimalism,” and appointed a justice who would defer to government, and be supportive of his war on terror: John Roberts. In the last sentence of NFIB v. Sebelius, which rewrote the Affordable Care Act’s insurance mandate as a tax, Chief Justice Roberts explained that “the Court does not express any opinion on the wisdom of the Affordable Care Act. Under the Constitution, that judgment is reserved to the people.” We may as well print that slogan on a red baseball cap.

    The glue that holds our Republic together is the separation of powers — something the presumptive Republican nominee seems utterly unconcerned with. Perhaps I can illustrate the separation of powers with an image even Mr. Trump will understand: a wall. The separation of powers exist between the three branches to block one faction from abusing and exploiting the other. In the timeless words of James Madison in Federalist No. 10, “ambition must be made to counteract ambition. In framing a government which is to be administered by men over men, the great difficulty lies in this: you must first enable the government to control the governed; and in the next place oblige it to control itself.”

    After eight years of an Obama presidency, there are no longer walls between our branches. Perhaps, there are what Mr. Trump would call small fences, or what Mr. Madison would call “parchment barriers.” The problem with these fences, as Mr. Trump has observed, is that ambitious people will trample over them. In such a regime, our most fundamental freedoms are in jeopardy. However, under Donald Trump’s constitution of one, there would be no wall. There would simply be a Boardwalk Emperor, unconstrained by the rule of law, who will do something terrific. Sad.

    Instead of building a Mexican wall, we need to rebuild the Madison Wall, and reassert the defined spheres of the executive, legislative, and judicial powers. It is only a Republic, if we can keep it.

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  • From a #neverTrump

    May 16, 2016
    US politics

    Jonah Goldberg has been fighting the right fight back when Donald Trump was a Clinton supporter:

    “Let no one be mistaken, Donald Trump’s candidacy is a cancer on conservatism and it must be clearly diagnosed, excised, and discarded,” former Texas Gov. Rick Perry declared ten months ago. Trump’s candidacy, Perry added, represents “a toxic mix of demagoguery and mean-spiritedness and nonsense that will lead the Republican Party to perdition if pursued.”

    Lest you’re thrown off by the alliteration, “perdition” means eternal damnation in Hell.

    Perry has since had an epiphany, selling his political soul for a seat on the Trump Train. He even says he’d like to be his vice president, which would make him a co-pilot (or co-conductor?) leading us down the tracks to Hell (“Can I blow the whistle Mr. Trump?”).

    As Thomas More might say, “Why Rick, it profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world… but to be Donald Trump’s valet?

    Taking his words literally, Perry wants to make a deal with the devil. In this war on cancer, Perry wants to help cancer win “any way I can.”

    Perry is far from alone in his hypocrisy. With the exception of Sen. Ben Sasse, Speaker Paul Ryan, former Florida Gov. Jeb Bush and a handful of others (including, I hope, Sens. Ted Cruz and Marco Rubio), the Republican aristocracy is for the most part bending its knee to the new king, proving that much of the “establishment” is exactly as craven as Trump always claimed.

    Those who do not yield can hear the executioner’s axe sharpening against the wheel. Trump has dispatched one of his top minions, Sarah Palin, to punish Ryan for his effrontery in second guessing Trump’s commitment to conservatism. She said she’ll work to defeat Ryan’s re-election bid this fall. “His political career is over,” Palin said on CNN.

    She’ll probably fail, but the message is clear. The litmus test in the new Republican Party boils down to loyalty, not to a principle or conviction, but to a man: Trump.

    It’s a cult of personality, pure and simple. One cannot even agree with Trump on his “policies,” because that is like committing to the blob in a lava lamp. Less than a week after Trump became the presumptive nominee, he’d already thrown his tax plan in the dustbin of history – the very tax plan that Trump could never talk about intelligently, which nonetheless seduced, or suckered, so many supply-siders to his cause.

    The GOP platform can now be written on a bumper sticker: “In Trump We Trust.”

    That was the upshot of Trump’s weekend interviews. When ABC’s George Stephanopoulos asked Trump if he needed party unity, the businessman shrugged. Unity’s nice, Trump said. But he doesn’t need it. He’s more interested in winning the loyalty of Bernie Sanders’ socialist brigades than he is in persuading conservatives he’s one of them.

    “I have to stay true to my principles also,” Trump told Stephanopoulos. “And I’m a conservative, but don’t forget: This is called the ‘Republican Party,’ not the ‘conservative party.’”

    When Trump says “I’m a conservative,” picture a car salesman insisting, “I’m a Tito Puente fan too.” It’s just something he’s saying to close the deal. As for his adamantine principles, there is only one: The limelight belongs to him alone. (That is why Trump is reportedly considering speaking every night at the GOP Convention).

    Conservatives who still have the courage of Perry’s former convictions have no role in the party so long as Trump’s running it. He has admitted that he doesn’t want or need Reaganite conservatives; he’d rather rely on the rank and file supporters of a socialist instead.

    For conservatives, party unity is another way of saying “suicide pact.” I will never vote for Hillary Clinton because she believes things I can never support. I will never vote for Donald Trump because he’s a bullying fool who believes in nothing but himself. The conservative movement can wait out a Clinton presidency intact. But Perry was right. A Trump presidency is a ride straight to perdition, with a capital H.

     

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  • Presty the DJ for May 16

    May 16, 2016
    Music

    Today in 1980, Brian May of Queen collapsed while onstage. This was due to hepatitis, not, one assumes, the fact that Paul McCartney released his “McCartney II” album the same day.

    Today’s rock music birthdays start with someone who will never be associated with rock music: Liberace, born in West Allis today in 1919.

    Actual rock birthdays start with Isaac “Redd” Holt of Young–Holt Unlimited:

    Nicky Chinn wrote this 1970s classic: It’s it’s …

    Roger Earl of Foghat …

    … was born one year before Barbara Lee of the Chiffons …

    … and drummer Darrell Sweet of Nazareth:

    William “Sputnik” Spooner played guitar for both the Grateful Dead …

    … and The Tubes:

    Richard Page of Mr. Mister:

    Krist Novoselic of Nirvana was born one year before …

    … Miss Jackson if you’re nasty:

    Finally, Patrick Waite, bassist and singer for Musical Youth, which did this ’80s classic, dude:

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  • Presty the DJ for May 15

    May 15, 2016
    Music

    The number one British single today in 1959:

    The number one album today in 1971 was Crosby Stills Nash & Young’s “4 Way Street”:

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  • Presty the DJ for May 14

    May 14, 2016
    Music

    The number one British album today in 1983 (with the clock ticking on my high school days) was Spandau Ballet’s “True”:

    The number one British album today in 2000 was Tom Jones’ “Reload,” which proved that Jones could sing about anything, and loudly:

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  • How to (maybe) raise an NFL quarterback

    May 13, 2016
    media, Sports

    Monday Morning Quarterback has a fascinating, though long, read of the attributes of the newest NFL quarterbacks.

    We talk about them the most when we talk about quarterbacks. Yet we rarely discuss where they come from, or how a passer goes about acquiring them. For many quarterbacks who end up in the NFL, this grooming process often begins all the way back in Pop Warner. But how, exactly, do you raise and mold a quarterback? And what traits make QBs rise and fall in the eyes of NFL decision-makers?

    For answers, The MMQB examined the youth football careers and family backgrounds of the 15 quarterbacks who were drafted in 2016 (a record number). They are not all coach’s sons, nor are they all sons of ex-athletes. And while a certain basic requirement for arm strength unites them today, it didn’t link them when they were first handed a football as kids.

    After consulting with experts in the field of training and evaluating quarterbacks, and after interviewing more than two dozen parents and coaches of these newly minted NFL passers, we identified several key life experiences that appear to be predictors of success:

    • 13 of the 15 quarterbacks grew up in homes that were valued near or above the median home value in their respective state, according to public records and online real estate figures. Seven families lived in homes that were more than double the median values: Goff, Hackenberg, Carson Wentz, Connor Cook, Jeff Driskel, Kevin Hogan and Jake Rudock.

    • 13 of the 15 quarterbacks in the 2016 draft spent their early childhoods in two-parent homes. (Of note, a majority of the 30 parents hold four-year college degrees.)

    • On average, the 15 quarterbacks taken in the 2016 draft began playing the position at age 9, with only two having taken up the position in high school.

    • At some point before high school graduation, with many paying significant fees or traveling great distances to do so, 12 of the 15 received varying degrees of individual instruction from a QB coach who was not a parent or a team-affiliated coach; 12 of the quarterbacks also participated in offseason 7-on-7 football during their high school careers. …

    Many of the 15 quarterbacks selected in the 2016 draft have benefited from factors such as parental involvement, family wealth, individual instruction and offseason competition—or some combination that increased opportunity not only for personal growth, but also to be noticed by coaches and scouts along the way. It begs two obvious questions: How much do these factors separate NFL draftees from the rest of the crop? And who is being left out?

    You might find this part really interesting:

    At Michigan State’s pro day on March 16, Chris Cook paced nervously behind a row of bleachers assembled in the middle of Spartans’ indoor practice facility. An imposing man with a broad smile, Chris had played tight end at Indiana from 1982-84 …

    Chris’ involvement in his son’s affairs and his outsized, sometimes abrasive personality were noted by several NFL evaluators as potential red flags for Connor Cook, who fell to the Raiders in the fourth round. After the Michigan State QB was drafted, screenshots of aggressive and homophobic tweets apparently published years ago by Connor’s father surfaced in media reports and provided a public glimpse of what teams had known for months. According to a source close to the Spartans’ program, Chris called coach Mark Dantonio at the beginning of last season and expressed concern that the team’s decision to not make Connor a captain would damage his draft stock. …

    “A lot of it comes down to resources,” says Bruce Feldman, author of The QB: The Making of the Modern Quarterback. “The position is so nuanced, you don’t have guys showing up in college with very little experience and having success at quarterback like you see with other positions. Rarely do guys all of a sudden become quarterbacks.

    “At the same time, I remember Oliver Luck telling me, you can’t force it on the kid. If they don’t really love it, they’re not going to be doing the extra work and doing all the stuff that it takes to be really, really good.” . …

    What all of these quarterbacks have in common—even the outliers in this study—is empowerment. Along the way, their efforts were first validated by parents or guardians, and then by multiple people whom each athlete respected in a football sense. From California to Louisiana, parents of quarterbacks who make it this far are often described by people using the same words: devoted, intense, and very supportive. The high school coach of former Memphis quarterback Paxton Lynch, a first-round pick of the Broncos, describes David and Stacie Lynch as having been “very involved.” …

    Kevin Hogan, the former Stanford QB and fifth-round pick of the Chiefs, was once ferried by his parents from a summer basketball tournament in New Jersey to a 7-on-7 tournament his high school football team was playing in at the University of Virginia—all in the same weekend. “They were just very supportive of everything Kevin did,” said Joe Reyda, Kevin’s head coach at Gonzaga High in Washington D.C.

    The Dolphins’ seventh-round selection, Brandon Doughty, is a local kid who grew up in Davie, Fla. In order to get on the recruiting radar, his father took him to camps as far away as Boston College and Ohio State. “I’m gonna be honest man, my dad’s my best friend,” says the former Western Kentucky quarterback. “I don’t even know why I remember this, but we were at N.C. State when Michael Jackson died, and I just remember exactly where we were. The recruiting stuff was a bonding time with me and my dad. It’s something I’ll hold dear to my heart for the rest of my life.” …

    One of the major benefits to youth quarterbacks is the progressive effect of empowerment, according to Dr. [Kevin] Elko, the sports psychologist. “All coaches are not created equal,” Dr. Elko says, “but the really good coach will show you how you’re better and convince you you’re better. That’s especially important for quarterbacks, because we know the best quarterbacks have a confidence that’s not really related to anything tangible. They just believe.”

    The upshot is that these potential future NFL stars’ parents support and help them (often to financially large extent), but, unlike Cook, aren’t overbearing problems to their sons’ high school coaches. I’ve seen a fair number of overbearing problem parents. I have yet to see any of their children become professional athletes, and few end up having an impact even at the Division III college level. And once their playing days end, then what?

    A sports editor I know points out it’s much easier to get an academic scholarship to a college than it is to get an athletic scholarship.

     

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  • The great Scully

    May 13, 2016
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    Sports Illustrated writes about the best baseball announcer of all time, Vin Scully, beginning with a commencement address at his alma mater, Fordham University:

    “I’m not a military general, a business guru, not a philosopher or author,” Scully told the graduates in the adjacent Vincent Lombardi Fieldhouse. “It’s only me.”

    Only me? Vin Scully is only the finest, most-listened-to baseball broadcaster that ever lived, and even that honorific does not approach proper justice to the man. He ranks with Walter Cronkite among America’s most-trusted media personalities, with Frank Sinatra and James Earl Jones among its most-iconic voices, and with Mark Twain, Garrison Keillor and Ken Burns among its preeminent storytellers.

    His 67-year run as the voice of the Dodgers—no, wait: the voice of baseball, the voice of our grandparents, our parents, our kids, our summers and our hopes—ends this year. Scully is retiring come October, one month before he turns 89.

    One day Dodgers president Stan Kasten mentioned to Scully that he learned the proper execution of a rundown play by reading a book written by Hall of Fame baseball executive Branch Rickey, who died in 1965. “I know it,” Scully replied, “because Mr. Rickey told me.” It suddenly hit Kasten that Scully has been conversing with players who broke into the major leagues between 1905 (Rickey) and 2016 (Dodgers rookie pitcher Ross Stripling). When Scully began his Dodgers broadcasting career, in 1950, the manager of the team was Burt Shotton, a man born in 1884.

    It is as difficult to imagine baseball without Scully as it is without 90 feet between bases. To expand upon Red Smith’s observation, both are as close as man has ever come to perfection. …

    I am not in search of more tributes to Scully, nor, as appreciative though he may be, is he. “Only me” is uncomfortable with the fuss about him. He blanches at the populist idea that he should drop in on the call of the All-Star Game or World Series.

    “I guess my biggest fear ever since I started,” he tells me, “besides the fear of making some big mistake, is I never wanted to get out ahead of the game. I always wanted to make sure I could push the game and the players rather than me. That’s really been my goal ever since I started—plus, trying to survive. This year being my last year, the media, the ball club, they have a tendency to push me out before the game, and I’m uncomfortable with that.”

    Tributes are plentiful. What I am searching for is a rarity: Scully on Scully, especially how and why he does the incomparable—a man on top of his game and on top of his field for 67 years.

    Vin is America’s best friend. (“Pull up a chair….”) He reached such an exalted position not by talking about himself, not by selling himself, or, in the smarmy terminology of today, by “branding” himself, but by subjugating his ego. The game, the story, the moment, the shared experience…. They all matter more. …

    I remind Vin about the home opener this year, when Koufax was among many former Dodgers greats who greeted him in a pregame ceremony on the mound.”

    “I thought, Oh, wow. That’s nice,” he says. “Sandy has always been one of my favor­ites. Of all the players on the mound, he and I threw our arms around each other.”

    Just then something magical happens.

    I see it in his eyes. Vin is about to go on a trip. It’s the kind of trip that is heaven for a baseball fan: Vin is about to tell a story. For a listener, it’s like Vin inviting you to ride with him in a mid-century convertible, sun on your arms, breeze on your face, worries left at the curb. Destination? We’re good with wherever Vin wants to take us.

    “Because, oh, I’m sure I’m the only person alive who saw Sandy when he tried out.”

    And we’re off….

    “Ebbets Field. We had played a game on kind of a gray day. Not a lovely day. And I was single, and the game was over early. I had nowhere to go, and somebody said, ‘They’re going to try out a lefthander.’ So I thought, Well, I’ll go take a look, and went down to the clubhouse. I looked over and my first thought was, He can’t be much of a player. The reason was he had a full body tan. Not what you call a truck driver’s tan, you know? Full body.

    “But I did notice his back, which was unusual. Unusually broad. So I thought, I’ll go watch him, you know? And I had played ball at Fordham, so I saw some kids that could throw really hard and all of that. He threw hard and bounced some curveballs and … nice, but you know, I never thought, Wow, you’re unbelievable. Nothing like that at all. So what a scout I am.”

    It’s classic Vin. He never speeds when he drives. He takes his time. He stops to note details, such as the weather and the expanse of a teenage Koufax’s back. The use of the word “so” to link his sentences, where most people use the sloppier “and,” is warm and friendly. It is one of his trademarks. He includes himself in the story, but only as a self-deprecating observer.

    “His timing is impeccable,” Monday says. “He’s never in a rush. It’s like the game waits for him. We have a little joke among us. When Vin starts one of his stories, the batter is going to hit three foul balls in row, and he’ll have plenty of time to get it in. When the rest of us start one, the next pitch is a ground ball double play to end the inning.” …

    From 1958 to ’68, with only a rare excep­tion here or there, Dodgers fans in Los Angeles could see their team on television only in the nine to 11 annual games the team played in San Francisco. O’Malley blocked the national Game of the Week from the L.A. market, even when the Dodgers were on the road. Virtually the only way to “see” the Dodgers play was to hear Scully describe it—even if you were in the Coliseum. California’s booming car culture, its beautiful weather that encouraged a mobile citizenry and the early local start times for most road games made Scully’s voice ubiquitous.

    After just two years in Los Angeles, the Dodgers left KMPC for KFI and a sponsorship deal with Union Oil and American Tobacco Company that paid the club $1 million annually, the game’s second biggest local media package, even with virtually no television income, behind only the Yankees. Scully was the driving force of the revenue. By 1964 the Dodgers were paying Scully more than most of their players—$50,000, which was more than three times the average player salary and almost half the earnings of Willie Mays, baseball’s highest paid player at $105,000.

    “I had played six years in the major leagues,” says Monday, who grew up in Santa Monica and broke in with the Athletics in the American League. “It wasn’t until my seventh year, when I was with the Cubs and we played the Dodgers, that my own mother finally thought of me as a major leaguer. Because it wasn’t until then that she heard Vin Scully say my name during a broadcast.”

    Circumstances created an ideal audi­ence for Scully. By tone, wordsmithing and sheer talent, Scully turned that audi­ence into generations of votaries. He became not only a Southern California star but also a national treasure, branching out to call 25 World Series on radio and television when baseball was king. (In 1953, at age 25, he was the youngest ever to call the Series; in 1955 he called the first one televised in color; and in 1986 he called the highest-rated game in history, the Mets’ Game 7 win over the Red Sox.) He was the lead announcer for CBS in the 1970s on football, golf and tennis; the lead announcer for NBC on baseball in the 1980s; and even a game-show host (It Takes Two) and afternoon talk show host (The Vin Scully Show) in the late ’60s and early ’70s. The man who called his first event, a 1949 Boston University–Maryland football game, from the roof of Fenway Park armed with a microphone, 50 yards of cable and a 60-watt bulb on a pole now can be heard worldwide by anyone with an Internet connection and an MLB.tv subscription (though, because of a cable carrier dispute, not in 70% of the Los Angeles viewing market).

    “Many of the best announcers have some of the best qualities Vin may have,” says MLB Network’s Bob Costas. “The command of the English language, the terrific sense of drama, the ability to tell a story…. But it’s as if you had a golfer who was the best off the tee, the best with the long irons, the best with the short irons, the best short game and the best putting game.”

    Time for another ride. Hop in. . . .“We were in the back of the auditorium,” Vin says. He is driving us back to Fordham Prep in the early 1940s. “I remember I said, ‘Larry, when we get out of here, what do you want to do?’ And he said, ‘I’d love to be a big league ballplayer.’

    “And I said, ‘I wonder what those odds are.’ And then I said, ‘Well, you know, I’d like to be big league broadcaster. I wonder what those odds are.’

    “And then I said, ‘How about this one for a long shot: How about you play, I broadcast, you hit a home run?’ And we said, ‘The odds, no one would be able to calculate that!’ ”

    Larry was his friend, Larry Miggins. A few years later, on May 13, 1952, playing for the Cardinals, Larry Miggins hit his first major league home run. It happened at Ebbets Field against the Dodgers. On the call that inning in the broadcast booth happened to be Larry’s buddy from Fordham Prep, sharing duties with Red Barber and Connie Desmond.

    “Incredible, isn’t it?” Scully says. “I mean, really, absolutely incredible. And probably the toughest home run call that I ever had to call because I was a part of it. He hit the home run against Preacher Roe, I’m pretty sure. And I had to fight back tears. I called ‘home run,’ and then I just sat there with this big lump in my throat watching him run around the bases. I mean, how could that possibly happen?”

    Scully has called roughly 9,000 big league games, from Brooklyn to Los Angeles to Canada to Australia and scores of places in between. He has called 20 no-hitters, three perfect games, 12 All-Star Games and almost half of all Dodgers games ever played—this for a franchise that was established in 1890. The home run by Miggins was and remains the closest Scully ever came to breaking down behind the microphone. …

    Says Costas, “He never shouts, but he has a way within a range that he can capture the excitement. If you listen to the [1988 World Series] Gibson home run…. ‘In a year that has been so improbable…’ he’s letting the crowd carry Gibson around the bases, but then he has a voice that has a tenor quality that cuts through the crowd.”

    Most every other great announcer is framed by singular calls—and Scully, from the 1955 Dodgers to Koufax to Aaron to Buckner to Gibson, has a plethora of them. Such a narrow view, however, sells short his greatness. Like listening to all of Astral Weeks, not just one track, Scully is best appreciated by the expanse of his craft.

    “What he truly excels at,” Costas says, “is framing moments like that and getting in all the particulars so the drama and anticipation builds. You don’t always get the payoff, but he always sets the stage. Other announcers have great calls of special moments. What he’s incredibly good at is leading up to those moments—all the surrounding details and all the little brushstrokes to go with the broad strokes.”

    Here is more of what sets Scully apart: his literate, cultured mind. Scully is a voracious reader with a fondness for Broadway musicals. He doesn’t watch baseball games when he’s not broadcasting them. “No, not at all,” he says. He has too many other interests.

    He once quoted from the 1843 opera The Bohemian Girl after watching a high-bouncing ball on the hard turf of the Astro­dome: “I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls.” When he appeared with David Letterman in 1990 he quoted a line from Mame. He suggested a title if Hollywood wanted to turn the 1980s Pittsburgh drug trials into a movie: From Here to Immunity. Last week, during a game against the Padres, he offered a history on the evolution of beards throughout history that referenced Deuteronomy, Alex­ander the Great and Abraham Lincoln.

    Barber, his mentor, majored in education and wanted to become an English professor. Lindsey Nelson taught English after he graduated from college. Mel Allen went to law school. Ernie ­Harwell wrote essays and popular music. Graham McNamee started out as an opera singer. When Scully calls his last game—either the Dodgers’ regular-season finale on Oct. 2 in San Francisco or, if they advance, a postseason game—we lose not just the pleasure of his company with baseball but also the last vestige of the very roots of baseball broadcasting, when Renaissance men brought erudition to our listening pleasure.

    “I really like to do the research,” he says. “So, in a sense, that’s a little bit in that renaissance area, the research of the game. Plus, I’ve always been—even in grammar school—always afraid to fail. So I always studied, not to be the bright guy but just to make sure that the good sisters didn’t knock me sideways, you know?”

    A story: At age 88, in preparing for his 67th home opener, Scully notices a player on the opposing Diamondbacks’ roster with the name Socrates Brito. The minute he sees the name, Scully thinks, Oh, I can’t let that go! Socrates Brito! Inspired in the way of a rookie broadcaster, Scully dives into his research. So when Brito comes to the plate, Scully tells the story of the imprisonment and death by hemlock of Socrates, the Greek philosopher. Good stuff, but eloquentia perfecta asks more:

    “But what in the heck is hemlock?” Scully tells his listeners. “For those of you that care at all, it’s of the parsley family, and the juice from that little flower, that poisonous plant, that’s what took Socrates away.”

    It’s a perfect example of a device Scully uses to inform without being pedantic. He engages listeners personally and politely with conditionals such as For those of you that care … and In case you were wondering…. Immediately you do care and you do wonder.

    Scully isn’t done with Socrates. In the ninth inning, Brito drives in a run with a triple to put Arizona ahead 3–1.

    “Socrates Brito feeds the Dodgers the hemlock.”

    Someone once asked Laurence Olivier what makes a great actor. Olivier responded, “The humility to prepare and the confidence to pull it off.” When Scully heard the quote, he embraced it as a most apt description of his own work. So I asked Scully, because he pulls it off with such friendliness, if he had a listener in mind when he broadcasts games.

    “Yes. I think when I first started, I tried to make believe I was in the ballpark, sitting next to somebody and just talking,” he says. “And if you go to a ballgame and you sit there, you’re not going to talk pitches for three hours. You might say, ‘Wow, check out that girl over there walking up the aisle,’ or, ‘What do you think about who’s going to run for president?’ There’s a running conversation, not necessarily the game. So, that’s all part of what I’m trying to do—as if I’m talking to a friend, yes.” …

    There was a moment at the end of the ceremony when the former players retreated to give Scully his own space and his moment near home plate. Gazing up on the adoring Dodger Stadium, where he has worked 55 of his 67 years in the business, Scully stood alone with his thoughts.

    “I looked at him,” Monday says, “and I saw a look I never saw before. It was emotional. He never lost it, but it was wistful.”

    Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “Nothing great was ever accomplished without enthusiasm.” I remind Vin of this, and then I tell him, “You can’t be this great for this long without enthusiasm. So, for Vin Scully, what are the points of enthusiasm?”

    “Well, I guess the challenge to be prepared, number one,” he says. “As soon as I have a little breakfast, I’m on the computer checking rosters to make sure that in that dramatic moment [I know if] somebody comes into the game who wasn’t on the roster three days before. Again, the fear of failing.

    “And then, there’s the one thing that to me is the most important, and that’s the crowd. The enthusiasm of the crowd is enough even on those days when I think, you know, I’d rather be home sitting under a tree and reading a book or something. I’ve been asked several times now already, ‘What would you miss the most when you retire?’ I said, ‘The crowd. The roar of the crowd.’”

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  • Presty the DJ for May 13

    May 13, 2016
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    The number one British single today in 1957 gave a name to a genre of music between country and rock (even though the song doesn’t sound like the genre):

    The number one single today in 1967:

    The number one British album today in 1967 promised “More of the Monkees”:

    (Interesting aside: “More of the Monkees” was one of only four albums to reach the British number one all year. The other three were the Beatles’ “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,” the soundtrack to “The Sound of Music,” and “The Monkees.”)

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  • Trump and Palin (!) vs. Ryan

    May 12, 2016
    US politics

    David Blaska:

    George V saw trouble in his firstborn son, Edward, Duke of Windsor, a womanizing playboy. “After I am dead,” the old king said, “the boy will ruin himself in 12 months.”

    We shall see if Donald Trump ruins himself in the two months remaining before his coronation in Cleveland in mid-July. If not, if he self-destructs before November. Or worse, after. One thing for certain, he is trying his damnedest.

    It is remarkable — and a measure of his hubris — that the prospective presidential nominee of the Republican Party thinks he can do without allies in Congress. Speaker Paul Ryan is no outlier. Ryan was elected by his colleagues from Maine to California, and recently.

    Ryan would like to know if his party’s putative leader has a passing interest in the separation of powers, limited government, the $19 billion federal deficit, and federalism. You know, the Constitution.

    Or if he has any principles at all.

    “Someone as narcissistic and as devoid of conservative principles as Trump couldn’t become a conciliatory, minimally coherent Republican,” writes Jennifer Rubin at the Washington Post. (“Trump’s self-destruction begins early.”)

    In the last few days, Trump said he would print funny money to cover the national debt, raise the minimum wage, hike taxes, and hire Goldman Sachs to finance his campaign.

    “It’s not just the fact that he’s abandoned one position after another,” Charlie Sykes said onMegyn Kelly’s Fox News show Monday evening, “Or that he has the penchant for Internet hoaxes or conspiracy theories.”

    A week ago tonight, remember, he was peddling the notion that Ted Cruz’s dad had something do with the JFK assassination. So there are people who say that just because of party loyalty we’re supposed to forget all of that. I just don’t buy that. … You embrace Donald Trump, you embrace it all. You embrace every slur, every insult, every outrage, and every falsehood. You’re going to spend the next six months defending, rationalizing, and evading all that. And afterwards, you come back to women, to minorities, to young people and say, that wasn’t us. That’s not what we’re about. The reality is, if you support him to be president of the United States, that is who you are, and you own it.

    Who better embodies the crazed nature of the Trump misadventure than Sarah Palin, the madwoman of Wasilla? The national punch line may once again be going rogue in campaigning against Ryan in his home district; Trump claims so, for what that’s worth. Even if it’s the God’s honest truth, Palin’s proximity to the inner circle is instructive. Don’t debate, throw crazy. Don’t persuade, denigrate. If Paris will not yield it must be burned.

    (“What appeals to Palin is Trump’s personality,” writes Peter Wehner in Commentary. “That is, the part of Trump that is most worrisome — that he is erratic, unstable, crude, cruel, narcissistic, and obsessive.”)

    Similarly, a Trump supporter of my acquaintances claims Fred Barnes is a “lightweight” for writing “Trump needs Ryan more than he knows.” Name-calling comes natural to the Trump legions.

    If the co-editor of the conservative hymnal the Weekly Standard is a lightweight, then so is Fox News’ editor emeritus Britt Hume, who said the same thing Monday: Trump needs Ryan. But if The Donald says he can win without Paul Ryan, Ted Cruz, Marc O’Rubio, and the Bush family — good on him. He’s already said he doesn’t need us. So, nothing lost.

    “In short, Republicans need not reject Trump,” Rubin writes. “Trump has already rejected them.”

    The archives here at the Policy Werkes record George W. Bush at the 2004 convention, seeking re-nomination for a second term as president, courting Republican delegates “I’m asking for the vote.” And W was the sitting president!

    The Donald, on the other hand, doesn’t ask. He demands. He coerces. Doesn’t work that way.

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  • In celebration of Blame Someone Else Day …

    May 12, 2016
    media

    In keeping with my usual near-holiday appearance (the only Friday the 13th of 2016, and the first Friday the 13th of the year is Blame Someone Else Day), I am of course appearing on Wisconsin Public Radio’s Ideas Network’s Joy Cardin Week in Review Friday at 8 a.m.

    You can hear me Friday on WLBL (930 AM) in Auburndale, WHID (88.1 FM) in Green Bay, WHWC (88.3 FM) in Menomonie, WRFW (88.7 FM) in River Falls, WEPS (88.9 FM) in Elgin, Ill., WHAA (89.1 FM) in Adams, WHBM (90.3 FM) in Park Falls, WHLA (90.3 FM) in La Crosse, WRST (90.3 FM) in Oshkosh, WHAD (90.7 FM) in Delafield, W215AQ (90.9 FM) in Middleton, KUWS (91.3 FM) in Superior, WHHI (91.3 FM) in Highland, WSHS (91.7 FM) in Sheboygan, WHDI (91.9 FM) in Sister Bay, WLBL (91.9 FM) in Wausau, W275AF (102.9 FM) in Ashland, W300BM (107.9 FM) in Madison, and of course online at www.wpr.org.

    (Friday is, for some reason, also Leprechaun Day and Frog Jumping Day, while Saturday is National Chocolate Chip Day, Sunday is National Sea Monkey Day, and Monday is No Dirty Dishes Day.)

    As long as WPR comes up, I should tout programs I’ve been listening to while driving with the house’s newest driver. Weekends between 8 and 11 p.m. WPR’s Ideas Network carries “Old Time Radio Drama.” As the adult supervisor the first night we went out I was scanning the radio and came upon this. It is quite entertaining to hear such radio as “Sherlock Holmes,” “Philip Marlowe,” “Have Gun Will Travel,” “The Lone Ranger,” “Dragnet,” “Johnny Dollar,” “Tales of the Texas Rangers,” “The Shadow” (played by pre-“Citizen Kane” Orson Welles), “Night Beat” (a Chicago newspaper reporter) and “Frontier Gentlemen” (a London Times reporter out West), theater of the mind as the night goes by. (There was even one show with a Wisconsin setting starring none other than Jimmy Stewart.)

    Less entertaining, I must admit, are the comedies, which feature humor that apparently was viewed as appropriate for the 1940s and 1950s but is just corny by today’s standards. On the other hand, one night (where no driving took place due to scheduling conflicts) I listened to a “War of the Worlds”-like adaptation of a 1912 Jack London novel, “The Scarlet Plague.” It described the symptoms of my illness of the time quite well.

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    • Adventures in radioI’ve been in the full-time work world half my life. For that same amount of time I’ve been broadcasting sports as a side interest, something I had wanted to since I started listening to games on radio and watching on TV, and then actually attending games. If you ask someone who’s worked in radio for some time about the late ’70s TV series “WKRP in Cincinnati,” most of them will tell you that, if anything, the series understated how wacky working in radio can be. Perhaps the funniest episode in the history of TV is the “WKRP” episode, based on a true story, about the fictional radio station’s Thanksgiving promotion — throwing live turkeys out of a helicopter under the mistaken belief that, in the words of WKRP owner Arthur Carlson, “As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.” [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST01bZJPuE0] I’ve never been involved in anything like that. I have announced games from the roofs of press boxes (once on a nice day, and once in 50-mph winds), from a Mississippi River bluff (more on that later), and from the front row of the second balcony of the University of Wisconsin Fieldhouse (great view, but not a place to go if…
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    • My biggest storyEarlier this week, while looking for something else, I came upon some of my own work. (I’m going to write a blog someday called “Things I Found While Looking for Something Else.” This is not that blog.) The Grant County Sheriff’s Department, in the county where I used to live, has a tribute page to the two officers in county history who died in the line of duty. One is William Loud, a deputy marshal in Cassville, shot to death by two bank robbers in 1912. The other is Tom Reuter, a Grant County deputy sheriff who was shot to death at the end of his 4 p.m.-to-midnight shift March 18, 1990. Gregory Coulthard, then a 19-year-old farmhand, was convicted of first-degree intentional homicide and is serving a life sentence, with his first eligibility for parole on March 18, 2015, just 3½ years from now. I’ve written a lot over the years. I think this, from my first two years in the full-time journalism world, will go down as the story I remember the most. For journalists, big stories contain a paradox, which was pointed out in CBS-TV’s interview of Andy Rooney on his last “60 Minutes” Sunday. Morley Safer said something along the line…
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    • The Roesch/Prestegard familyu0026nbsp;cookbookFrom the family cookbook(s) All the families I’m associated with love to eat, so it’s a good thing we enjoy cooking. The first out-of-my-house food memory I have is of my grandmother’s cooking for Christmas or other family occasions. According to my mother, my grandmother had a baked beans recipe that she would make for my mother. Unfortunately, the recipe seems to have  disappeared. Also unfortunately, my early days as a picky, though voluminous, eater meant I missed a lot of those recipes made from such wholesome ingredients as lard and meat fat. I particularly remember a couple of meals that involve my family. The day of Super Bowl XXXI, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and a group of their friends got together to share lots of food and cheer on the Packers to their first NFL title in 29 years. (After which Jannan and I drove to Lambeau Field in the snow,  but that’s another story.) Then, on Dec. 31, 1999, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and Jannan and I (along with Michael in utero) had a one-course-per-hour meal to appropriately end years beginning with the number 1. Unfortunately I can’t remember what we…
    • SkålI was the editor of Marketplace Magazine for 10 years. If I had to point to one thing that demonstrates improved quality of life since I came to Northeast Wisconsin in 1994, it would be … … the growth of breweries and  wineries in Northeast Wisconsin. The former of those two facts makes sense, given our heritage as a brewing state. The latter is less self-evident, since no one thinks of Wisconsin as having a good grape-growing climate. Some snobs claim that apple or cherry wines aren’t really wines at all. But one of the great facets of free enterprise is the opportunity to make your own choice of what food and drink to drink. (At least for now, though some wish to restrict our food and drink choices.) Wisconsin’s historically predominant ethnic group (and our family’s) is German. Our German ancestors did unfortunately bring large government and high taxes with them, but they also brought beer. Europeans brought wine with them, since they came from countries with poor-quality drinking water. Within 50 years of a wave of mid-19th-century German immigration, brewing had become the fifth largest industry in the U.S., according to Maureen Ogle, author of Ambitious Brew: The Story of American Beer. Beer and wine have…
  • Wheels
    • America’s sports carMy birthday in June dawned without a Chevrolet Corvette in front of my house. (The Corvette at the top of the page was featured at the 2007 Greater Milwaukee Auto Show. The copilot is my oldest son, Michael.) Which isn’t surprising. I have three young children, and I have a house with a one-car garage. (Then again, this would be more practical, though a blatant pluck-your-eyes-out violation of the Corvette ethos. Of course, so was this.) The reality is that I’m likely to be able to own a Corvette only if I get a visit from the Corvette Fairy, whose office is next door to the Easter Bunny. (I hope this isn’t foreshadowing: When I interviewed Dave Richter of Valley Corvette for a car enthusiast story in the late great Marketplace Magazine, he said that the most popular Corvette in most fans’ minds was a Corvette built during their days in high school. This would be a problem for me in that I graduated from high school in 1983, when no Corvette was built.) The Corvette is one of those cars whose existence may be difficult to understand within General Motors Corp. The Corvette is what is known as a “halo car,” a car that drives people into showrooms, even if…
    • Barges on fouru0026nbsp;wheelsI originally wrote this in September 2008.  At the Fox Cities Business Expo Tuesday, a Smart car was displayed at the United Way Fox Cities booth. I reported that I once owned a car into which trunk, I believe, the Smart could be placed, with the trunk lid shut. This is said car — a 1975 Chevrolet Caprice coupe (ours was dark red), whose doors are, I believe, longer than the entire Smart. The Caprice, built down Interstate 90 from us Madisonians in Janesville (a neighbor of ours who worked at the plant probably helped put it together) was the flagship of Chevy’s full-size fleet (which included the stripper Bel Air and middle-of-the-road Impala), featuring popular-for-the-time vinyl roofs, better sound insulation, an upgraded cloth interior, rear fender skirts and fancy Caprice badges. The Caprice was 18 feet 1 inch long and weighed 4,300 pounds. For comparison: The midsize Chevrolet of the ear was the Malibu, which was the same approximate size as the Caprice after its 1977 downsizing. The compact Chevrolet of the era was the Nova, which was 200 inches long — four inches longer than a current Cadillac STS. Wikipedia’s entry on the Caprice has this amusing sentence: “As fuel economy became a bigger priority among Americans…
    • Behind the wheel
    • Collecting only dust or rust
    • Coooooooooooupe!
    • Corvettes on the screen
    • The garage of misfit cars
    • 100 years (and one day) of our Chevrolets
    • They built Excitement, sort of, once in a while
    • A wagon by any otheru0026nbsp;nameFirst written in 2008. You will see more don’t-call-them-station-wagons as you drive today. Readers around my age have probably had some experience with a vehicle increasingly rare on the road — the station wagon. If you were a Boy Scout or Girl Scout, or were a member of some kind of youth athletic team, or had a large dog, or had relatives approximately your age, or had friends who needed to be transported somewhere, or had parents who occasionally had to haul (either in the back or in a trailer) more than what could be fit inside a car trunk, you (or, actually, your parents) were the target demographic for the station wagon. “Station wagons came to be like covered wagons — so much family activity happened in those cars,” said Tim Cleary, president of the American Station Wagon Owners Association, in Country Living magazine. Wagons “were used for everything from daily runs to the grocery store to long summer driving trips, and while many men and women might have wanted a fancier or sportier car, a station wagon was something they knew they needed for the family.” The “station wagon” originally was a vehicle with a covered seating area to take people between train stations…
    • Wheels on theu0026nbsp;screenBetween my former and current blogs, I wrote a lot about automobiles and TV and movies. Think of this post as killing two birds (Thunderbirds? Firebirds? Skylarks?) with one stone. Most movies and TV series view cars the same way most people view cars — as A-to-B transportation. (That’s not counting the movies or series where the car is the plot, like the haunted “Christine” or “Knight Rider” or the “Back to the Future” movies.) The philosophy here, of course, is that cars are not merely A-to-B transportation. Which disqualifies most police shows from what you’re about to read, even though I’ve watched more police video than anything else, because police cars are plain Jane vehicles. The highlight in a sense is in the beginning: The car chase in my favorite movie, “Bullitt,” featuring Steve McQueen’s 1968 Ford Mustang against the bad guys’ 1968 Dodge Charger: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMc2RdFuOxIu0026amp;fmt=18] One year before that (but I didn’t see this until we got Telemundo on cable a couple of years ago) was a movie called “Operación 67,” featuring (I kid you not) a masked professional wrestler, his unmasked sidekick, and some sort of secret agent plot. (Since I don’t know Spanish and it’s not…
    • While riding in my Cadillac …
  • Entertainments
    • Brass rocksThose who read my former blog last year at this time, or have read this blog over the past months, know that I am a big fan of the rock group Chicago. (Back when they were a rock group and not a singer of sappy ballads, that is.) Since rock music began from elements of country music, jazz and the blues, brass rock would seem a natural subgenre of rock music. A lot of ’50s musical acts had saxophone players, and some played with full orchestras … [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CPS-WuUKUE] … but it wasn’t until the more-or-less simultaneous appearances of Chicago and Blood Sweat u0026amp; Tears on the musical scene (both groups formed in 1967, both had their first charting singles in 1969, and they had the same producer) that the usual guitar/bass/keyboard/drum grouping was augmented by one or more trumpets, a sax player and a trombone player. While Chicago is my favorite group (but you knew that already), the first brass rock song I remember hearing was BSu0026amp;T’s “Spinning Wheel” — not in its original form, but on “Sesame Street,” accompanied by, yes, a giant spinning wheel. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi9sLkyhhlE] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxWSOuNsN20] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9U34uPjz-g] I remember liking Chicago’s “Just You ‘n Me” when it was released as a single, and…
    • Drive and Eat au0026nbsp;RockThe first UW home football game of each season also is the opener for the University of Wisconsin Marching Band, the world’s finest college marching band. (How the UW Band has not gotten the Sudler Trophy, which is to honor the country’s premier college marching bands, is beyond my comprehension.) I know this because I am an alumnus of the UW Band. I played five years (in the last rank of the band, Rank 25, motto: “Where Men Are Tall and Run-On Is Short”), marching in 39 football games at Camp Randall Stadium, the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome in Minneapolis, Michigan Stadium in Ann Arbor, Memorial Stadium at the University of Illinois (worst artificial turf I had ever seen), the University of Nevada–Las Vegas’ Sam Boyd Silver Bowl, the former Dyche Stadium at Northwestern University, five high school fields and, in my one bowl game, Legion Field in Birmingham, Ala., site of the 1984 Hall of Fame Bowl. The UW Band was, without question, the most memorable experience of my college days, and one of the most meaningful experiences of my lifetime. It was the most physical experience of my lifetime, to be sure. Fifteen minutes into my first Registration…
    • Keep on rockin’ in the freeu0026nbsp;worldOne of my first ambitions in communications was to be a radio disc jockey, and to possibly reach the level of the greats I used to listen to from WLS radio in Chicago, which used to be one of the great 50,000-watt AM rock stations of the country, back when they still existed. (Those who are aficionados of that time in music and radio history enjoyed a trip to that wayback machine when WLS a Memorial Day Big 89 Rewind, excerpts of which can be found on their Web site.) My vision was to be WLS’ afternoon DJ, playing the best in rock music between 2 and 6, which meant I wouldn’t have to get up before the crack of dawn to do the morning show, yet have my nights free to do whatever glamorous things big-city DJs did. Then I learned about the realities of radio — low pay, long hours, zero job security — and though I have dabbled in radio sports, I’ve pretty much cured myself of the idea of working in radio, even if, to quote WAPL’s Len Nelson, “You come to work every day just like everybody else does, but we’re playing rock ’n’ roll songs, we’re cuttin’ up.…
    • Monday on the flight line, not Saturday in the park
    • Music to drive by
    • The rock ofu0026nbsp;WisconsinWikipedia begins its item “Music of Wisconsin” thusly: Wisconsin was settled largely by European immigrants in the late 19th century. This immigration led to the popularization of galops, schottisches, waltzes, and, especially, polkas. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yl7wCczgNUc] So when I first sought to write a blog piece about rock musicians from Wisconsin, that seemed like a forlorn venture. Turned out it wasn’t, because when I first wrote about rock musicians from Wisconsin, so many of them that I hadn’t mentioned came up in the first few days that I had to write a second blog entry fixing the omissions of the first. This list is about rock music, so it will not include, for instance, Milwaukee native and Ripon College graduate Al Jarreau, who in addition to having recorded a boatload of music for the jazz and adult contemporary/easy listening fan, also recorded the theme music for the ’80s TV series “Moonlighting.” Nor will it include Milwaukee native Eric Benet, who was for a while known more for his former wife, Halle Berry, than for his music, which includes four number one singles on the Ru0026amp;B charts, “Spend My Life with You” with Tamia, “Hurricane,” “Pretty Baby” and “You’re the Only One.” Nor will it include Wisconsin’s sizable contributions to big…
    • Steve TV: All Steve, All the Time
    • “Super Steve, Man of Action!”
    • Too much TV
    • The worst music of allu0026nbsp;timeThe rock group Jefferson Airplane titled its first greatest-hits compilation “The Worst of Jefferson Airplane.” Rolling Stone magazine was not being ironic when it polled its readers to decide the 10 worst songs of the 1990s. I’m not sure I agree with all of Rolling Stone’s list, but that shouldn’t be surprising; such lists are meant for debate, after all. To determine the “worst,” songs appropriate for the “Vinyl from Hell” segment that used to be on a Madison FM rock station, requires some criteria, which does not include mere overexposure (for instance, “Macarena,” the video of which I find amusing since it looks like two bankers are singing it). Before we go on: Blog posts like this one require multimedia, so if you find a song you hate on this blog, I apologize. These are also songs that I almost never listen to because my sound system has a zero-tolerance policy — if I’m listening to the radio or a CD and I hear a song I don’t like, it’s, to quote Bad Company, gone gone gone. My blonde wife won’t be happy to read that one of her favorite ’90s songs, 4 Non Blondes’ “What’s Up,” starts the list. (However,…
    • “You have the right to remain silent …”
  • Madison
    • Blasts from the Madison media past
    • Blasts from my Madison past
    • Blasts from our Madison past
    • What’s the matter with Madison?
    • Wisconsin – Madison = ?
  • Sports
    • Athletic aesthetics, or “cardinal” vs. “Big Red”
    • Choose your own announcer
    • La Follette state 1982 (u0022It was 30 years ago todayu0022)
    • The North Dakota–Wisconsin Hockey Fight of 1982
    • Packers vs. Brewers
  • Hall of Fame
    • The case(s) against teacher unions
    • The Class of 1983
    • A hairy subject, or face the face
    • It’s worse than you think
    • It’s worse than you think, 2010–11 edition
    • My favorite interview subject of all time
    • Oh look! Rural people!
    • Prestegard for president!
    • Unions vs. the facts, or Hiding in plain sight
    • When rhetoric goes too far
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