2.19.2010

Thoughts on Tiger and Coach Kelly

I may be on the road with the Oregon Duck baseball team, but I’m not under a rock.
Even if I do feel like throwing one.
I watched Tiger Woods’ first careful toe-test of public waters live on a web stream Friday morning and a few hours later, watched Oregon football coach Chip Kelly explain, re-explain and re-explain again about how he’s handling the LaMichael James situation.
In both cases, I was thankful that 1) I am not in the opinion business and 2) I wasn’t in the audience at either press conference.
Say what you want about the intentions of both men in their attempt to be transparent amid nationwide, non-stop speculation from so-called experts and the lunatics who call sports talk radio shows. Tiger was contrived and well coached, but not very smooth or believable. Coach Kelly was as honest as he could be, despite the limits of the legal situation James is in.
Eventually, both men chastised the media. Tiger was angry over the claim that his wife had physically attacked him before the famous Thanksgiving morning slice into a fire hydrant. Coach Kelly went after those who claimed his program was out of control.
Both cases bring accountability to the fuzzy picture that developed while both men waited for the right time to respond. I think the message from both Woods and Kelly were aimed at the same target: irresponsible people who drive phone calls on radio and tv shows and sell papers by drawing conclusions that may not be true, and many times potentially harm the reputation of the targeted person.
You can do that job without breaking out the sledge hammer, but few can withstand the temptation when they hold the pen or microphone.
Accountability is the great equalizer in the media these days. Accountability is the difference between Bob in Junction City’s take on the topic when he calls the radio talk show and a credentialed member of the media who puts their name on the column or program at the end.
In Tiger’s case, he’s firing a pop gun at a really big beehive when he sternly tells the paparazzi to leave his family alone. But when Chip Kelly can look right in the eyes of the people who do sign their name to their work, the message hits home.
I doubt that everyone who claimed Chip Kelly’s program is out of control was there this morning, but for the ones who were, it may have been a learning moment for them.
This little schpiel is exactly why I am glad I don’t make my living driving phone calls on the radio. In order to make a splash and be known, talk show hosts open the lines to fickle fans who would be fired in minutes as a general manager or athletic department administrator for making quick (and unfair) judgments in situations like these. Judgments that affect the futures of a lot of people, I might add.
Writing the column or sitting on the air and talking big is a huge power trip. I’ve been there.
But the reality of the conclusion we come to hits home when the target of the opinion is sitting in front of you, well aware of what you wrote or said about him.
I know, because I’ve also been there.
That’s accountability.
I think if every single person who comes down with a hard-line-overly-harsh conclusion about another person’s ability to coach or manage their private lives had to sit down with the person they are judging, the world would be a very different place.
So would newspapers and radio talk shows.
They wouldn’t survive.
I do agree that sports columnists and radio talk shows can do or say what they want and the freedom to criticize someone’s ability to do their job is in bounds.
But living off of speculation – and creating more – is a crappy way to make a living. The people of live off that speculation and draw conclusions before they know all the facts are a step below that.
Often, all the facts are not shared with the public. So what then?
Someday I may have to host a sports talk radio program again. If I do, I will remember that at some point, I may have to explain my words to the person who was being talked about.
Because I want to be able to look guys in the eye at the end of the day, instead of sitting back, closing my eyes and pushing the button for the caller on line three.

1.30.2010

Preparing for a New Season

Baseball season is just a few days away now and I'm enjoying a free Saturday morning at home, eating pancakes and having coffee with the fam. Most of my Saturdays are occupied by some sporting event, whether involving Oregon, Roseburg or the kids.

Actually, I kind of go crazy on weekends without anything on the schedule. I need to make sure I accomplish something every day, otherwise by Sunday night, I feel like the weekend was a waste.

Very soon, though, that won't be a problem. Oregon baseball opens at Cal State Fullerton February 19th.

We're also entering another new season at the radio station.

www.541radio.com went live this weekend, giving us another major challenge to face every day. Fortunately, we have found Justin Young.

Justin may be the most overqualified, major market media personality to ever come to Roseburg. He was one of the original reporters for rivals.com, which has become the industry standard for high school recruiting. Rivals was eventually purchased by Google, and through a few turns of fate, Justin, his wife and their young family decided to move from Atlanta, Georgia to Roseburg, of all places.

Justin's wife has family ties here. Thank goodness for us.

With just a week to launch, Justin took 541radio.com from the jumbled combination of video, audio, news and sports stories, contests and pictures we had assembled and nailed it (mostly) all down in time for launch. (The launch is a story of its own...)

Additionally, Justin has brought his experience and passion for high school basketball to the Roseburg broadcasts.

It occurred to me on the drive home from Sheldon the other night that Roseburg basketball fans (and in the fall, football fans, too) may be on the verge of listening to the best one-two punch of announcers/analysts ever.

Not to take away from some of our other colormen or sideline reporters, but consider:
Justin made a living covering the most highly touted high school basketball and football recruits in the nation. (He's even working on 541radio.com's own recruiting report for Oregon athletes for signing day.)

He knows his stuff and has already added solid insight to our coverage of Roseburg Indian basketball.

We already expanded into other Douglas County towns with the High School Game of the Week on 101.1 The Score and now we've made the radio broadcasts even better.

Additionally, Justin plans on shooting video of some of our games and overlaying the play-by-play audio from the broadcast over the top for the website.

At the very least, you will be able to listen to the last moments of every game we do and soon, we will be streaming and archiving all the games we do on The Score.

We really have entered a brave, new world of media with 541radio.com.

We intend on changing the way you get news and sports in Douglas County - and thanks to guys like Justin Young, improving the quality of the news and sports, too.

Welcome Justin! I hope you and your family fall in love with this area like my family and I have.

1.20.2010

Dog Days of Winter

The middle of January cannot rank as the 'favorite time of the year' for very many people. I know its not mine. Basketball season is driving me to some long nights and long drives. Fortunately, I have the combination of late night mochas and the knowledge that the baseball season is less than a month away to keep me going.
Of course, having a winning team to follow helps make the basketball season better.
Here's an example of a typical day for me when my schedule includes a road game:
5:00am - At station preparing Morning Report
1:00 - Off the air
2:00 - Headed to Fremont to retrieve 6th grade daughter
2:15 - Take daughter home or drag her on errands before leaving for the game
2:45 - Headed to RHS to retreive 9th grade daughter
2:50 - Still waiting for 9th grade daughter to 'say goodbye' to 9th grade boyfriend
3:10 - Third daughter gets out of Fullerton
3:20 - At home with just enough time to hurry up and take a 15 minute power nap
3:45 - Up and heading to the station to gather gear
4:00 - Depart for game
5:30 - Arrive at game
6:00 - Interview Coach Stinnett
6:45 - On Air
9:00 - Off Air
9:15 - In station vehicle looking for dinner
9:30 - Eating dinner while driving home (hands free, of course)
10:30ish - Back at station
10:45ish - Back home

Needless to say, when the schedule shows a road game on a Tuesday night, I know Wednesday is going to be a bit foggy. And sometimes the schedule is a bit of a grind, but it seems like no matter whats going on, when the ball goes up, I'm fired up for the game.
Its nice to have some wins to call, too.

And in those moments when the road and winter seem too long, I get charged up again knowing that the first Major League Baseball pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training February 17 and the Ducks open the baseball season February 19th in LA.

1.05.2010

New Year Recap

I really want to look ahead to 2010, but I also really want to share with you about the way my New Year's Eve played out in an interesting combination of events.

On Wednesday, the 30th, I flew with the Oregon Ducks to Pullman, Washington for the Oregon/WSU men's basketball game. The Eugene airport was packed with people, but only a lucky few of us were heading north, instead of south to Pasadena.

I got to the airport ahead of the team and spent a few nervous moments until I saw them get off the bus. (I have a recurring nightmare where I am either a day early or a few hours late for trips like this.) The team travels in suits and ties and the players are not allowed to wear ipod earplugs or headphones in the airport.

After two hours at Sea-Tac, we landed at the Moscow-Pullman International Airstrip and Jiffy-Lube and got to the hotel in time for a quick clothing change and a trip to practice. I shared a room with Portland radio and TV veteran Scott Lynn. He is a very nice man with an amazing story to tell about the past year of his life.

Scott and I hung out at practice with Bob Clark from the Register-Guard.
We watched Coach Ernie Kent teach, teach and teach some more. Anyone who thinks college basketball coaches just roll the ball out on the floor and then rant and rave on the sideline during games doesn't understand how much work goes into a team. Especially a young one.

Coach Kent and I chatted a little bit about the situation with Florida football Coach Urban Meyer, who had been suffering chest pains for a few days before having a scare last week. He took a leave from the team to take care of his health concerns. Coach Kent said he and his staff work 15 or 16 hour days, too. He says he falls asleep with the DVD remote in his hand and wakes up with it, constantly reviewing game tape.

Imagine having your career in the hands of young men who sometimes have to be taught how to be coached, while maintaining good grades and staying out of trouble off the court, too. Thats a tough way to make a living. Coach Kent said the situation with Coach Meyer could happen to any coach anywhere.

After practice, Coach Kent told Scott and I that he thought the team was coming along and was growing in confidence. In the pre-game interview I asked Coach whether he thought his team's stock was rising. He said it would "if we win a couple of games". Little did we know what the weekend would hold...

I was able to get my dad, step-mom and aunt and uncle into the game. Mom and Uncle Wes grew up in Pullman and were very excited about being back at WSU. My uncle had his Cougar hat and sweatshirt on and Aunt Patti was also in crimson and gray to support the home team.
But my dad wore his Duck baseball hat and took the barbs that came with his bold fashion statement.

Just after I got on the air, I looked over at them sitting two rows behind the Oregon bench and made eye contact with my Dad. The look on his face was priceless. He and I shared the same thought. "Can you believe we're part of something this big and this much fun?"

Both of us were thinking of the number of people who would be willing to give alot to be in our shoes at that moment. I had to turn away and focus on the pre-game show to avoid the emotion that threatened to overwhelm me.

As you know, Oregon won the game in double overtime, triggering a violent and angry reaction from Cougar fans at the game. The team left for the airport after the win, but I took a scary ride in the snow with my family back to their place in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho for most of the rest of the weekend.

We drove on ice and snow into Idaho, with a stop in beautiful downtown Plummer where I dodged fried chicken cordon bleu on a stick (not kidding) and settled on the relatively healthy cheesy popcorn and water. I figured if we crashed, we could ration the kernels until help arrived.

I spent my 16th wedding anniversary with my family in Cd'A while my wife celebrated with a group of Charlie Company soldiers and their families. I was jealous of her for a few moments at midnight.

Friday and Saturday were spent eating sandwiches and potato chips and watching football games (including the Rose Bawl) while playing Tripoly with my brothers, sister-in-law, aunt and uncle and parents.

Saturday afternoon we wheeled it back to the Pullman International Airstrip and Bait Shop where two fans challenged my take on the Oregon win two days earlier, claiming the referee called WSU Coach Ken Bone to apologize for the technical foul on the Cougar bench that led to the first overtime. Said it should have been a 'non-call'.

Whatever. Go get in line for the pat-down.

It took an extra hour to fly out of Pullman, which made me feel like I was in a cheap remake of the opening scenes of The Empire Strikes Back. At least planet Hoth had Princess Leah.

It wasn't until I made it back to Sea-Tac and ran into Bob Clark that I learned the Oregon basketball team didn't make it out of Hoth - uh Pullman - until Friday morning when they rode a bus six hours over the pass to Seattle and then won the game Saturday afternoon over the Huskies for a sweep!

I got home to an empty house Sunday morning at 2. My wife and kids got home Sunday afternoon and we had a nice evening together.

It was weird Sunday night when I tucked my youngest daughter in bed. It was almost like the entire adventure had never happened. In fact, Raegan thought I had just been at home the whole time she was in Portland after Christmas.

But I told her about seeing Grampa and Grandma Prawitz and how much they loved her and she turned over and went to sleep.

A perfect ending to a memorable weekend.

12.18.2009

You Are Sitting On a Fortune, Too.

Merry Christmas!
If that offends you, consider the number of soldiers fighting in Iraq right now and that they are the reason we have a free country where you can believe what you want without fear of persecution.
I pray it always stays that way.

That freedom is part of my new philosophy.

I'll explain in a moment.

First, I had the chance to catch the clerk who sold Jay King the winning Megabucks ticket in a short interview for a news story. The clerk was excited that she had touched a ten million dollar winning ticket, but really bummed out that none of that money was coming to her.

It sounds like the Kings have big plans for that money, but some people are concerned they are going to blow the money and end up back like the rest of us: working to pay the bills.

Well, to that clerk, the Kings and the rest of you, remember this:
We are all sitting on a fortune.

Even if you are without a job, your spouse is overseas, you are fighting a deadly disease or are just feeling low - you have more than you know.

We all have challenges, but was also all have opportunity.
What is a fortune if not a resource that could be worth untold millions?
Your fortune is all around you - kids, family, friends and especially you.
If you are healthy and can work, and have goals for your life, go make them happen.
If you are sick or broke or beaten down by life - you still have the opportunity to inspire.
If you have children, invest in them. They are the most obvious example of a fortune worth protecting and developing.

The money the lottery doles out is only part of what makes people happy.
Often its the work that goes in to becoming successful that makes financial success so satisfying.

So instead of feeling sorry for yourself because someone else won the big prize, look around at the fortune you have already been given and consider that this Christmas.

Run the race to win the prize.

-- Brian

12.07.2009

A Civil Christmas Weekend

The Civil War game made for a good start to a busy weekend.
Kyle and I got home at about midnight Thursday, and were up at it Friday morning at about 5. The two of us collected so much sound from the game, it overwhelmed me.
Lets just say by quittin time Friday afternoon, I was ready for a break.
But there was no break.
I was asked to help emcee the Festival of Trees Gala Evening and Auction Friday night.
So after collecting all the kids from school, I had 15 minutes to take a 10 minute power nap.
Have you ever had to hurry up and fall asleep?
Thats when you know you are too busy.
The auction went well. Working with Dan Hern and Kelly Leonard and the folks at the Mercy Foundation was fun. They put on quite a show.
Needless to say, I slept in (6:45am) Saturday morning.
Then, it was on to decorating the house for Christmas.
I insist on two things: everything in the front yard must be illuminated and every light must be perfectly straight.
My wife insists on lots of things, but for this purpose, I'll stick to the big two: every shelf must be loaded with Christmas doo-dads and every box in our storage shed must be shuffled onto the back porch whether it contains Christmas items or not.
Slowly, over the weekend, our house transformed from a cluttered little house into a cluttered little Christmas house.
You'd think we were told told play the role of 'The Holiday Village' at the Festival of Lights.
Only we live on West Sherwood!
Well, my youngest daughter and I spent two days stringing lights on the house and a nice afternoon putting up: a row of lit candycanes, a lit snowman, two string of whte lights in our dogwood tree and another string of insanly large colored lights in the same tree.
That sure doesn't look like alot of work in print. But in reality, it took a schematic drawing (by an 8 year old) three extension cords, one of those electric posts you stick in the ground, a socket with two outlets on it and four bandaids to assemble.
Somehow, all of it is triggered with nothing more than the flip of the front porch switch.
Talk about your miracle season!
Sunday, I took my light stringing partner to family day at the Festival of Trees and that evening we hung our decorations on our tree. My oldest two made peanut blossom cookies and we had a nice dinner.
Deep down I know there aren't too many more years when all three girls are going to be here to do all these traditional things.
But for now, we're ready for Christmas.
Just after I reset the fuse box....

12.03.2009

Live From Autzen Stadium!

Kyle Bailey and I left the station at about 1:30. I drove after a quick trip to the house and a change of clothes (from the residue of the am tailgate party at the station) and to grab the family laptop.
We hit some traffic at Coburg off of 105, but took the flyover and beat alot of people to the parking (tailgating) lot.
We had to park on the roadway leading to Autzen because those lots were full.
A few minutes into the hike to the press box, Kyle found The Duck and even though Disney hasn't approved it, he (Kyle) insisted on having his picture taken with the mascot (Duck).



A few steps after that picture was taken, we bumped into this outdoor tv studio where people we don't know were talking on a network or a station we couldn't recognize. Hmm. Hope they had a good show...


After a quick ride up the elevator I hit the OSU radio booth.
Dressed in my green and yellow baseball pullover, I gave Ron Callan and the Beaver believers in Portland a piece of my expertice.
I told them all that Oregon will score late and win 45-40.
This morning I predicted a 45-10 win for Oregon, but I chickened out on the air.
So here's a shot of where I'm sitting in the (slowly filling) press box... The windows are closed right now and it's pretty warm in here.

So now we hang out and eat some free food (usually heavy on the protein and carbs, light on the stuff that prevents scurvy.)

I'll be posting to the blog and facebook and twitter during the game, just to see how many people might care what a guy from Roseburg Ore-gone thinks about the Civil War.