Friday, November 23, 2007

...the Miami Dolphins select Darren McFadden, RB, University of Arkansas

In the end, I guess you'll just have to take my word for it.
I've thought this particular thought for months and months now, and have even shared it with others in all sorts of different settings, from the Ojus barber shop to the Hallandale Beach Post Office and the Publix grocery store on Hallandale Beach Blvd., whenever I've heard someone opining out loud about what the Dolphins really need to help make themselves relevant again, and end their many years of despair in the wilderness.

I've continued to think this even while listening to some particularly foolish Miami sports talk radio suggesting, in all seriousness(!), that a.) the Dolphins draft yet another QB with their first pick in April's NFL draft, or, b.) equally implausibly to me, draft down.

Finally, last night, over Thanksgiving turkey with my nephew Mario up in Pembroke Pines, I said it was a no-brainer: with the first choice in the 2008 NFL draft, for the good of their team and the delicate psyches of their fans, the Dolphins simply MUST, MUST, MUST draft Arkansas' do-it-all offensive dynamo, Darren McFadden, playing the role of Reggie Bush.

http://www.5darrenmcfadden.com/SportSelect.dbml?DB_OEM_ID=6100&SPID=2420

http://sports.espn.go.com/ncf/player/profile?playerId=170928

http://www.mcfaddenforheisman.com/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=APEFj8Glx7Q aka The Ultimate Weapon - Arkansas' Darren McFadden

Having watched this afternoon's Razorback upset of LSU at Baton Rouge -Buh-bye LSU in BCS title game in New Orleans- I've seen nothing to give me pause and re-think my intuition that the Dolphins grab McFadden, toute-de-suite!
And in any case, as history suggests on my blog, I have a soft spot for folks from Arkansas.
They've seldom let me down.

As for Kentucky QB Andre Woodson, whom I absolutely love -the spirals in his passes are both silly & mesmerizing- I'd happily grab him in a heartbeat if I wasn't so high on John Beck's leadership upside. I suspect he'll wind up with the Jets, who should've learned their lesson with U of L QBs from the Browning Nagle experience, and take a pass on Brian Brohm.

As for LSU's inconsistent DT Glenn Dorsey, who's been exposed a lot in the second half of the season, perhaps never more so than in a particularly glaring example when CBS-TV's broadcast crew called him out for his invisible play, right before a play where Razorback fullback Peyton Hillis ran right thru Dorsey's spot on his way to a long TD, his stock is going down like a rock.

For next year, to replace the often incoherent offense and inconsistent play-calling -but with an offensive line that's played much better than could've been expected, thanks to Hudson Houck's coaching- let's start with a of John Beck at QB, Ronnie Brown and Ricky Williams at RB, Ted Ginn, Jr. and Marty Booker at the wide-out spots, with McFadden coming in every few plays at different positions to mix-it up a bit, and catch somebody in one-on-one coverage with a slow-stepped LB, or to -yes- "split the seam. "

I like Cam Cameron a lot and NOT simply because he's both a former Hoosier player and coach, and someone that one of my cute former Alpha Chi housemates at Colonial Crest Apts. once dated while he was the back-up QB at IU.
(That was about 10-12 years before Trista Rehn was an Alpha Chi at IU, and 20 years after longtime SouthBeachHoosier legal eagle favorite Victoria Toensing of DC was there. My six-degrees of Cam will be the subject of an upcoming SBH post, one that's been long in the planning.)

I honestly do believe that Cam's got the right kind of character traits and a willingness to adapt, that can lead him to becoming, in time, one of the best coaches in the NFL, even as he's made far too many bad choices in this his first year.
http://www.palmbeachpost.com/dolphins/content/sports/epaper/2007/11/20/a1c_stoda_1120.html
But honestly, IF he can't succeed with all these guys on offense next season, after having gone thru a complete traing camp together, with everyone "on the same page," Cam will be "Gone with the Wind" before the end of the 2008 season. And rightfully so.

Hmmm... Dontrelle Willis, Dwyane Wade and Darren McFadden all in South Florida?

I can see lots of W's with these D's.

Yeah, I'll take their natural talent, self-evident desire and strong work-ethic any day.

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Something to think about from the Palm Beach Post's Dolphin beat reporter Edgar Thompson in his forum Q&A chat of Tuesday November 20th, http://www.palmbeachpost.com/dolphins/content/sports/dolphins/chats/112007.html

"...A longtime NFL observers recently told me there’s no team even close to the Dolphins when it comes to botching the draft in the past 10 years. From 1998 to 2003, the Dolphins had 59 draft picks and picked 46 players and used 13 picks in trades. With the return of Ricky W, only one player of the group remains on the team. Wayne H knows this and knows it’s time to do something about it. The scouting department is the logical place to begin. Of the Dolphins’ 14 scouts and player personnel people besides Mueller, six have been around for more than eight seasons. Four have been around for 11 seasons or more. It appears to be time for a shake-up in the scouting department. I don’t know enough about the behind-the-scenes workings of the NFL, but it seems to be pretty clear these guys have been missing on players for a long, long time. I have to believe Randy M, in 22 seasons in the NFL, knows who some of the top scouts are out there. Wayne H needs to open his checkbook and get a couple of them..."

SouthBeachHoosier's take on THE biggest Kansas-Missouri football game ever







cover of current Sports Illustrated, November 26, 2007
Dream Season (So Far)
Unbeaten Kansas Takes on Missouri In the Border War and This Time It Matters

Yes, it's THE biggest football game between the schools in history. Period.

Naturally, it falls to a proud and smart Hoosier grad, formerly one of the regular guests on ESPN's Sunday morning program, The Sports Reporters, Jason Whitlock of The Kansas City Star, to help explain the true significance of Saturday night's nationally-televised ballgame from Arrowhead Stadium. on this weekend full of some of the biggest college football rivalries around.
Just the mere fact that the game even is being telecast nationally in prime time, as opposed to the more predictable choices of -say, Florida State at Florida ballgame at 5 p.m. on CBS, the Alabama at Auburn ballgame at 8 p.m. on ESPN, or even the Virginia Tech at UVA ballgame at noon on ESPN2, given VA Tech.'s status as a national school- speaks to a new era that holds the possibility of ushering in a new era of national respectability for two long-suffering and largely-insignificant football programs.
Football programs that have largely been below the radar for the entire lives of the very high school kids they're trying to recruit, a very tough psychological barrier to overcome, since not all talented kids have tradition as high on their list as perhaps they do playing time.
If even a handful of talented high school kids decide to de-commit from their present oral commitments with other schools and decide to cast their lot with KU or MU, all of a sudden, it's no longer just a fluke or a one-hit wonder with them, and becomes the foundation for changing the way the schools are perceived nationally.
No longer a mere afterthought.

Considering the way that other Big 12 and Big Ten schools have long been able to cherry-pick the two states' best players, especially Oklahoma and Nebraska, and spirit them out of state, for the Jayhawks and Tigers to play a tough competitive four quarters of football, with no stupid coaching blunders, while showing some degree of imagination on offense along the way in what promises to be a windy game, might be a way of making that a reality instead of just a possibility.
Being in Bloomington, only a few hours east of St. Louis, I was always aware of the large number of Hoosiers with St. Louis-area roots, at certain dorms, or, in my own case, on floors at Briscoe Quad, people who made their rooting interests plain by their -in some cases- near constant wearing of St. Louis Cardinal baseball ball caps.
And when those St. Louis-area Hoosiers were both smart and good-looking friends, it was much easier to remember their rooting interests.
Like fellow Briscoe Quad resident Valerie Tershluse, she of the dark-haired good looks I've forever been attracted to, or, her older cousin, Mary Beth Terschluse, to this observer, who never saw a preppy at NMBHS despite how popular that look was becoming nationally, a walking and talking advertisement for how great J.G Hook-style classic clothes could look on an already attractive college student.
Valerie was somebody I saw just about everyday my first two years at IU while we both lived at Briscoe Quad, in the hallways and breezeway, and cafeteria and TV room.
And she had friends everywhere, including on my floor, the 4th floor of A building, which is how I suppose we probably met in the first place.
[A happy coincidence was her living on the same floor in the B building, away from Fee Lane, as many of my closest friends, many of whom I'll recount in future posts, like the unforgettably witty Dawn Janet from Elmhurst (IL) -who typed most of my various reports over the years, since I'd taken French for four years at NMBHS instead of typing- and her wonderful roommate Sherrie S. from suburban Chicago, too.
A year later, there was added to the mix my sweet and adorable and very talented friend from Louisville, Jennifer Grimes, an IU Pom squader, whose wholesome, girl-next-door good looks I quite accurately describe on my homepage as being "always such a distraction while sitting underneath the basket."
That floor also was the home of someone whom I shall always have a special place in my heart for, Jacquie Cherbocq, the wonderful woman who made it possible for me to see all of IU's basketball games to begin my life as a Hoosier.
For two years in a row, 1979-80 and 1980-81, she graciously lent me her pink fee receipt so I could purchase both the "A" and "B" schedule tickets at the IU Fieldhouse during class registration, back when the ticket packages were set up so that, supposedly, in the abstract, more students could attend a game.
One package contained the Purdue home game, while the other was either the Kentucky home game if we had UK in
Bloomington, or, the best opponent not
named Purdue if we were playing UK in Lexington that year.
I've never forgotten Jacquie's kindness to me, especially since she brought me such amazing
That first year, 1979-80, it gave me seats in the third row behind the north basket in our season-ending victory over Ohio State for the Big Ten Championship, after Butch Carter sank some free throws to make it 52-50, my first time ever rushing the court.
The second year, 1980-81, was full of
magic since it was the the year we won the NCAA basketball tourney, beating North Carolina.]

Because of that proximity I spoke about, I saw a lot of Valerie, and she never failed to have something very interesting on her mind to share, along with a kind word.
Later, after I'd made the move out to Colonial Crest Apts. on 703 W. Gourley Pike, I saw even more of her, as she moved out there as well.
A big selling point? Their pool scene was, in a word, amazing!
One thing I recall in particula rwas that Valerie and I seemed to be on the same wave-length in many ways, some odder than others.
For instance, she always seemed to head out to The College Mall at the very same time of the month as yours truly.
Being car-less back then, Valerie often spirited me away in her car from the Mall on bitterly cold or snowy days while I was waiting for a late-arriving IU bus.
For whatever reason, good timing perhaps, I often seemed to catch Valerie wearing her martial arts outfit, either before or after the class, which, to these eyes, only made her athletic great looks even more appealing.
Sadly for me, I suppose, for as long as I knew her, Valerie always seemed to be dating someone I already knew pretty well, and as far as I know, she didn't have an identical twin out there in the world. Not that I didn't look for that twin on campus anyway!
Back when I was thinking about the kind of smart, sweet and interesting women I wanted so badly to meet when I was filling out college applications in North Miami Beach, though I hadn't yet met her, Valerie was exactly the sort of woman I was picturing in my head.
The very kind that seemed practically nonexistent in the very superficial, blase world of NMB in the mid-to-late 1970's I was living in, and wanted so much to escape.
The truth of the matter is that what I hadn't counted on, with Valerie, as with so many of the female friends I eventually made at IU, was their high degree of self-assurance, self-confidence, and ability to take care of themselves.
Now that's a combination I've always found appealing!
Obviously, I've never forgotten how deeply Valerie imprinted her great personality on me, merely by being herself.
A couple of Valerie Tershluses in an area does wonders for morale and its quality of life.
Boy, could South Florida ever use a couple thousand Valeries these days.
[SouthBeachHoosier Trivia: The Cardinal baseball team was the first sports team I have any recollection of actually rooting for, largely a result of my living in Memphis as a small child during the Cardinal's glory era in the mid-60's, when they appeared in the World Series of 1964, '67 and '68, winning the first two with one of my all-time favorites, #45, Bob Gibson, whose fluid pitching motion I mimicked for crowds without any kind of prodding whatsoever.
That, plus, the simple reality of living in the same nice upscale apt. complex as then-Cardinal catcher and Memphis native Tim McCarver, whose kids were my age.

I'll have more on McCarver in a future post, but it's ironic that I lived in the same place as him for a bit, and then, moved to an area just two miles miles away from where North Miami High Pioneer alum Steve Carlton grew to fame, before becoming his teammate with both the Cardinals and, more famously, with the Phillies, when he was Carlton's pet catcher, and someone whose Topps baseball card I was always getting in my pack.
One of my favorite covers of Sports Illustrated as a kid in that era was one photo of the Cardinals' simply titled, "$100,000 Infield."

cover of Sports Illustrated, September 4, 1967
That St. Louis Spirit
The Cardinals' Tim McCarver
Of course, part of that cap-wearing I referred to earlier was simply self-identification with the very good Cardinal teams of that era.
Certainly it's always easier to wear your team's cap when they're doing well, something I grew to appreciate growing-up in such a demonstrably front-running area like South Florida, where people were -and remain- always looking to jump onto the latest bandwagon, fad or craze, be it sports teams, fashion, music or otherwise,
I recall like it was yesterday the mood on campus before and during the Cardinals-Milwaukee Brewers World Series of 1982, a series that, to me at least, largely split the IU campus in half their rooting interests, since there were so many Hoosiers from Wisconsin, though nowhere near, of course, the number from the St. Louis area.
I recall quite specifically among my St. Louis and Milwaukee-area friends along the Third Street sororities, like Tri-Delt, Kappa Kappa Gamma and Alpha Phi, there emerged a sudden interest in sporting ball caps on great-looking heads that I'd never seen before.
Maybe they'd sported a golf cap or something a few times when I'd seen them on a parents weekend or something, but never anything with an actual team on it, save IU, of course.
I remember being involuntarily drafted a couple of times for trips to the nearby College Mall or downtown in search of Cardinal or Brewer gear at sporting goods stores, and the split on campus being the subject of lots of news stories in the ids , the IU student newspaper, for a week or so.
Of course, when you have a cow that gives good milk, keep milking!
Still, while fewer in number, The Brew Crew fans compensated for their smaller numbers by being very loud.
You might even say, ahem, boisterous!
If you're like me, a big sports fan for as long as you can remember, you tend to notice things like team ball caps right away, especially when waiting online at the quad cafeteria with nothing but time on your hands.
Or, like a foreign correspondent doing research, while taking a break from the usual cast of characters at your dorm, and visiting friends and embedding at their quad cafeteria, with its strange and foreign ways, yet still full enough of Hoosier cuties wherever you looked to remind you all over again of just one reason why you were so happy to be a Hoosier.
It was probably much the same way when Hoosier grad and Oscar-winner Kevin Kline was attending IU.


cover of Sports Illustrated, October 25, 1982
(Lonnie Smith sliding into second base as shortstop Robin Yount throws to first base.)

[SouthBeachHoosier Trivia: As it happens, for reasons not worth getting into here, I was among the select fortunate few who were able to attend the sneak preview of The Big Chill at the IU Auditorium, a few weeks before it opened nationally, http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085244/.

The scene when Kevin's character, sporting goods store entrepreneur Harold Cooper, is shown
getting ready for a run, and then you suddenly see him wearing the ubiquitous grey University of Michigan t-shirt, was the one and only time the enthralled IU audience booed.
(Though everyone knows Michigan is a great school and all, the less said about the way that Hollywood has made that particular t-shirt a perennial on actors and actresses on myriad TV shows or in films, the better!)
My first thought after seeing that scene was of Northwestern grad MacLean Stevenson constantly wearing an orange U of I cap in his portrayal as Col. Henry Blake in the beloved TV series, M.A.S.H., http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0829004/bio and
http://www.imdb.com/find?s=all&q=MASH&x=11&y=6 since I was enough of a TV and film
junkie in those pre-internet days, to already know he'd gone to Evanston.
(As it turns out, Stevenson died on my birthday eleven years ago.)

I think this bit of Illini knowledge was first dropped on me by fellow Briscoe Quad resident and good friend, Lolita Zwettler, yet another of my female friends blessed not only with a warm and lively personality, a facile brain that could demolish poorly thought out arguments in an instant, but also, not incidentally, as I could never quite forget when I was with her, the kind of smoldering, dark-haired great looks that always made me weak at the knees.
Like the first time I ever saw Ava Gardner in a really good film, One Touch of Venus,
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0040669/ and saw exactly what all the fuss must've been about in the 1950's!

I could never quite get out of my head how much her first name must've been the source of discussion when she was in high school, even among those not entirely sure of the narrative of Nabokov's controversial novel, and the ensuing great film starring Peter Sellers, James Mason and Shelley Winters, which I've only seen about two dozen times. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0056193/
Less for the remake with the brilliant Jermey Irons and Dominique Swann, with Swann perfectly cast as the mis-placed object of his lust and affection. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119558/

Now as it happens, to connect the dots here, my friend Lolita was from Champaign-Urbana, the home of U of I, where at least one of her parents was at the time, if I recall correctly, either a professor or administator at U of I, hence her knowledge of this TV trivia about a beloved character.
Trivia -Actual Hollywood talents who went to U of I: actress Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio and director Ang Lee.
When I lived in Evanston a few years later, and asked around about this diss to Wildcat pride, I was continually told that the reason Stevenson was forced to wear the I for Illinois was because the show's producers thought that the country wasn't quite familiar enough with the NU to 'get it' if he sported the purple"N "I'd became so accustomed to seeing wherever I went, but would get the orange"I."

All I could of think was the antagonistic bumper stickers I always saw on my drive home with friends for spring break to Ft. Lauderdale, once we got near Chatanooga, and started sharing the road with students from Ann Arbor, East Lansing and Columbus.
Stopping at the same gas stations, McDonald's and rest stops, and me, noticing the infamous Michigan State Spartan bumper sticker dig at their arch-rivals in Ann Arbor's helmet:
"What you call Maize, we call corn."
That always mades me laugh, no matter how many times I saw it!]

Besides Valerie Terschluse and her cousin Mary Beth, I knew a fair amount of talented and amusing Hoosier friends and acquantances from Kansas and Missouri over the years, a partial list of the most notable being the following:
-David C. (Dave) Whitmore from Overland Park, KS, my great friend of whom I've already written so much about on the SBH homepage.
-IU soccer phenoms Mike Hylla and Dave Boncek, of St. Louis, who were twice members of an IU NCAA champion team, including the game I was at in Ft. Lauderdale, the eight-overtime victory.
Dave and Mike lived in the same apt. complex as me, directly across from Memorial Stadium, and not surprisingly, like all IU soccer players, or at least the vasy majority of them,
were personable and funny, which always made rooting for them very easy on those rare times when we were actually trailing in a game.
Since they had a very particular talent for showing some crazy soccer skills, they were very adept at always kickin' the ball around near the pool -basically, just below my apt.- while simultaneously noticing -along with me- who among the bevvy of beautiful IU coeds lying around the pool still retained their spring break tans.
Yes, that a was a very nice place to live!
(I think the daughter of IU team doctor, Dr. Brad Bomba lived there as well, if I recall.
Dr. Bomba was an All-American end when he was at IU in the mid-'50's.)

Still later, when I was living in Arlington County, in the mid-90's, I was fortunate enough to have a smart and personable housemate from Kansas in an apt. on Pershing Drive, just off Washington Blvd., down the street from Fort Myer, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ft._Myer
named Derek Schmidt, who may well have been THE most honest person I ever met in Washington in the 15 years I lived there.
I'll have more to say about Derek in a future post, but for my purposes here, I'll just mention a couple of quick bio details to give you an idea of what kind of terrific guy he was.
When I moved in with Derek in 1994, he was working as an LA for Kansas Senator Nancy Landon Kassebaum, and then later, worked for Senator Chuck Hagel of Nebraska -whom I dislike- all while going to Georgetown Law School at night.
Try doing all that and having a social life, too!
More recently, Derek, the former editor of the University Daily Kansan, http://www.kansan.com/ was elected to the Kansas State Senate.
Derek's self-evident character, intelligence and comity are such that he was appointed by his Republican colleagues as "chairman of the Legislative Post Audit Committee, which is the "watchdog" committee that oversees the work of the legislature's professional auditors. Derek used the chairmanship to ferret out government waste and inefficiency."
After he was re-elected in 2005, they were so impressed that they voted him the
Senate Majority Leader!
It goes without saying, that whatever our various political disagreements might be from time to time, Derek almost always used facts to form the basis of his argument and personal persuasion, not hyperbole or the selective use of history, which as you might imagine, were the mainstays of Washington discourse, sad to say.
Those policy disagreements notwithstanding, I could vote for Derek without any reservations whatsoever, and only wish that his sort of personal honesty and straight-talking were more common in the political corridors of South Florida and Tallahassee than the current reality.
Not that anyone is looking to SouthBeachHoosier for political endorsements!!!

Weather forecast for Saturday night's game at Arrowhead: cold with lows around 26 and with a 40% chance of snow -http://www.nbcactionnews.com/weather/default.aspx

Before the game rolls around, check out these links and educate yourself a bit in ways that you won't if you read the Miami Herald or the South Florida Sun-Sentinel.

We're one day away from Armageddon at Arrowhead, and we're all excited, we all want to be a part of it. We want the Kansas and Missouri football programs to entertain us, make us proud and settle a feud that has been marinating, bubbling and erupting for more than 100 years. Only one thing can ruin Saturday night's historic clash.

Hype for Saturday's Border War started with January's announcement of the game moving to Arrowhead, picked up inertia as Kansas and Missouri steamrolled through their season and is now a runaway train of exhilaration. But buildup for next year's game at Arrowhead, the second in the two-year contract, will grow even bigger.
Jeremy Maclin should have grown up here, in this troubled neighborhood where gangs roamed the streets and the cupboards were often bare. He probably should have failed here, too.
The biggest clash ever in the oldest college rivalry west of the Mississippi is Saturday night as the Jayhawks play the Tigers at Arrowhead. At stake is the Big 12 North title, a chance to win the conference football crown and perhaps even playing for a national championship.


CAMPUS SLANT

SouthBeachHoosier's prediction: Kansas Jayhawks!

In the Heart of a Great Country, Beats the Soul of Hoosier Nation

In the Heart of a Great Country, Beats the Soul of Hoosier Nation
"In the Heart of a Great Country, Beats the Soul of Hoosier Nation." -South Beach Hoosier, 2007

#IUBB, #bannersix

#IUBB, #bannersix
Assembly Hall, Indiana University, Bloomington, Indiana; Click photo to see video of Straight No Chaser's version of Back Home Again In Indiana, 2:37
The South Florida I Grew Up In

Excerpts from Joan Didion's Miami, 1987, Simon & Schuster:

In the continuing opera still called, even by Cubans who have now lived the largest part of their lives in this country, el exilo, the exile, meetings at private homes in Miami Beach are seen to have consequences. The actions of individuals are seen to affect events directly. Revolutions and counter-revolutions are framed in the private sector, and the state security apparatus exists exclusively to be enlisted by one or another private player. That this particular political style, indigenous to the Caribbean and to Central America, has now been naturalized in the United States is one reason why, on the flat coastal swamps of South Florida, where the palmettos once blew over the detritus of a dozen failed booms and the hotels were boarded up six months a year, there has evolved since the early New Year's morning in 1959 when Fulgencio Batista flew for the last time out of Havana a settlement of considerable interest, not exactly an American city as American cities have until recently been understood but a tropical capital: long on rumor, short on memory, overbuilt on the chimera of runaway money and referring not to New York or Boston or Los Angeles or Atlanta but to Caracas and Mexico, to Havana and to Bogota and to Paris and Madrid. Of American cities Miami has since 1959 connected only to Washington, which is the peculiarity of both places, and increasingly the warp...

"The general wildness, the eternal labyrinths of waters and marshes, interlocked and apparently neverending; the whole surrounded by interminable swamps... Here I am then in the Floridas, thought I," John James Audobon wrote to the editor of The Monthly American Journal of Geology and Natural Science during the course of an 1831 foray in the territory then still called the Floridas. The place came first, and to touch down there is to begin to understand why at least six administations now have found South Florida so fecund a colony. I never passed through security for a flight to Miami without experiencing a certain weightlessness, the heightened wariness of having left the developed world for a more fluid atmosphere, one in which the native distrust of extreme possibilities that tended to ground the temperate United States in an obeisance to democratic institutions seemed rooted, if at all, only shallowly.

At the gate for such flights the preferred language was already Spanish. Delays were explained by weather in Panama. The very names of the scheduled destinations suggested a world in which many evangelical inclinations had historically been accomodated, many yearnings toward empire indulged...

In this mood Miami seemed not a city at all but a tale, a romance of the tropics, a kind of waking dream in which any possibility could and would be accomodated...
Hallandale Beach Blog
http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/

Hallandale Beach Blog is where I try to inject or otherwise superimpose a degree of accountability, transparency and much-needed insight onto local Broward County government and public policy issues, which I feel is sorely lacking in local media now, despite all the technological advances that have taken place since I grew-up in South Florida in the 1970's. On this blog, I concentrate my energy, enthusiasm, anger, disdain and laser-like attention primarily on the coastal cities of Aventura, Hollywood and Hallandale Beach.

IF you lived in this part of South Florida, you'd ALREADY be in stultifying traffic, be paying higher-than-necessary taxes, and be continually musing about the chronic lack of any real accountability or transparency among not only elected govt. officials, but also of City, County and State employees as well. Collectively, with a few rare exceptions, they couldn't be farther from the sort of strong results-oriented, work-ethic mentality that citizens here deserve and are paying for.

This is particularly true in the town I live in, the City of Hallandale Beach, just north of Aventura and south of Hollywood. There, the Perfect Storm of years of apathy, incompetency and cronyism are all too readily apparent.
Sadly for its residents, Hallandale Beach is where even the easily-solved or entirely predictable quality-of-life problems are left to fester for YEARS on end, because of myopia, lack of common sense and the unsatisfactory management and coordination of resources and personnel.

It's a city with tremendous potential because of its terrific location and weather, yet its citizens have become numb to its outrages and screw-ups after years of the worst kind of chronic mismanagement and lack of foresight. On a daily basis, they wake up and see the same old problems again that have never being adequately resolved by the city in a logical and responsible fashion. Instead the city government either closes their eyes and hopes you'll forget the problem, or kicks them -once again- further down the road.

I used to ask myself, and not at all rhetorically, "Where are all the enterprising young reporters who want to show through their own hard work and enterprise, what REAL investigative reporting can produce?"

Hearing no response, I decided to start a blog that could do some of these things, taking the p.o.v. of a reasonable-but-skeptical person seeing the situation for the first time.
Someone who wanted questions answered in a honest and forthright fashion that citizens have the right to expect.

Hallandale Beach Blog intends to be a catalyst for positive change. http://www.hallandalebeachblog.blogspot.com/

Hallandale Beach's iconic beachball-colored Water Tower, between beach and A1A/South Ocean Drive

Hallandale Beach's iconic beachball-colored Water Tower, between beach and A1A/South Ocean Drive
Hallandale Beach, FL; February 16, 2008 photo by South Beach Hoosier

Hollywood in Cartoons, The New Yorker

Hollywood in Cartoons, The New Yorker
"Gentlemen, I am happy to announce that as of today we are closing down our Washington news bureau and moving the entire operation to L.A."

Hollywood in Cartoons, The New Yorker

Hollywood in Cartoons, The New Yorker
"O.K., so I dig a hole and put the bone in the hole. But what's my motivation for burying it?"

Hollywood in cartoons, 10-21-06 Non-Sequitur by Wiley, www-NON-SEQUITUR.COM

Hollywood in cartoons, 10-21-06 Non-Sequitur by Wiley, www-NON-SEQUITUR.COM
The Magic of Hollywood: A motion has been put forth that we should seek to create rather than imitate. All in favor of killing this silly notion, nod in mindless agreement...

Miami Dolphins

Miami Dolphins
South Beach Hoosier's first Dolphin game at the Orange Bowl came in Dec. 1970, aged 9, a 45-3 win over Buffalo that propelled them into their first ever playoff appearance.

Sebastian the Ibis, the Spirited Mascot of the University of Miami Hurricanes

Sebastian the Ibis, the Spirited Mascot of the University of Miami Hurricanes
Before going to my first U-M game at the Orange Bowl in 1972, a friend's father often would bring me home an extra 'Canes game program. That's how I came to have the Alabama at U-M game program from Nov. 16, 1968, which was the first nationally-televised college football night game in color. (A 14-6 loss to the Crimson Tide.) After that first ballgame against Tulane, as l often did for Dolphin games if my father wasn't going, I'd get dropped off at the Levitz parking lot near the 836 & I-95 Cloverleaf in NMB, and catch a Dade County Park & Ride bus, going straight to the Orange Bowl. Onboard, I'd get next to the window and listen to WIOD's pre-game show on my Radio Shack transistor radio. A few times, I was just about the only person onboard besides the bus driver, which was alright by me. Once at the Orange Bowl, if I didn't already have a ticket, I'd buy a game program for myself and one or two for friends or teachers before heading to the ticket window, since you usually couldn't find a program vendor once inside. I probaly had a friend or my father with me for just under 40% of the U-M games I ever went to, but you have to remember that the team, though blessed with several talented players, like Chuck Foreman and Burgess Owens, was just so-so to average at best, and the games were usually played on Friday nights, so it wasn't exactly high on everyone's list of things to do. Depending upon the opponent, if I was alone, I'd often have entire areas of the Orange Bowl to myself. (Wish I had photos of that now!) For instance, I had a good portion of the East (open) End Zone to myself against Oklahoma in the mid-70's, when the Boomer Schooner and the Schooner Crew went out on the field after an Oklahoma TD, and the Schooner received an unsportsmanlike conduct penalty from the refs, as would happen years later in an Orangle Bowl Classic game. (Against FSU?) I was there for the wins and losses under Pete Elliott, Carl Selmer & Lou Saban, and the huge on-field fight in '73 when under eventual national champion Notre Dame (under Ara Parseghian), they called a time-out with less than a minute to go, and already up 37-0. Their rationale? To score another TD and impress the AP football writers; final score 44-0. Well, they got their wish and beat Alabama 24-23 for the title at the Sugar Bowl. A year later, thanks to my Mom's boss, she and I saw Ara's last game as head coach of the Irish in the Orange Bowl Game from the East End Zone -in front of the Alabama cheerleaders!!!- in an exciting 13-11 Notre Dame win over Alabama and Bear Bryant, a rematch of the '73 national title game. I was also present for the U-M's huge 20-15 win under Pete Elliott against Darrel Royal's Texas Longhorns, the week Sports Illustrated's College Football preview issue came out with Texas on the cover, below. I was also present for lots of wins against schools called College of the Pacific, UNLV and Cal-Poly San Luis Obsispo, which I'd then never heard of before.

Miami Dolphins Cheerleaders, April 28, 2007

Miami Dolphins Cheerleaders, April 28, 2007
Photo by Mario J. Bermudez. April 28, 2007 at Dolphins NFL Draft Party at Dolphin HQ, Davie, FL

Of cheerleaders past and present

Given South Florida's unique version of the melting pot -con salsa- demographics and mindset, these women in the photo above are surely what most South Floridians would consider attractive women. But for this observer, who's spent hours & hours at IU cheerleader tryouts and who has known dozens of cheerleaders -and wannabes- in North Miami Beach, Bloomington, Evanston and Washington, D.C., the whole time I was watching these members of the Dolphins' squad perform, I couldn't help but compare them and their routines to those of some IU friends of mine who ALWAYS showed true Hoosier spirit & enthusiasm. Sitting at my table right near the stage and still later, while watching the long lines of Dolphin fans of all ages waiting to snap photos of themselves with the cheerleaders, I couldn't help but think about those friends who always left me and other Hoosier fans feeling positive & optimistic. Was there anyone I saw in Davie who possessed these valuable intangibles: the dancing precision of IU Red Stepper -and Captain- Gail Amster, my talented and spirited Phi Beta Kappa pal from Deerfield (IL), who always sat next to me in our Telecom. classes as we took turns entertaining the other; the ebullient spirit & energy of two Hoosier cheerleaders -and captains- from Bloomington, Wendy (Mulholland) Moyle & Sara Cox; the hypnotic, Midwestern, girl-next-door sexiness of Hoosier cheerleader Julie Bymaster, from Brownsburg; or, the adorable Southern girl-next-door appeal of former Hoosier Pom squader Jennifer Grimes, of Louisville, always such a clear distraction while sitting underneath the basket? Nope, not that I could see. But then they were VERY tough acts to follow!!! And that's not to mention my talented & spirited friends like Denise Andrews of Portage, Jody Kosanovich of Hammond & Linda Ahlbrand of Chesterton, all of whom were dynamic cheerleaders -and captains- at very large Hoosier high schools that were always in the championship mix, with Denise's team winning the Ind. football championship her senior year when she was captain -just like in a movie. That Denise, Jody & Linda all lived on the same dorm floor, just three stories above me at Briscoe Quad our freshman year, was one of the greatest coincidences -and strokes of luck for me!- that I could've ever hoped for. You could hardly ask for better ambassadors of IU than THESE very smart, sweet and talented women. In a future SBH post, I'll tell the story of one of the greatest Hoosiers I ever met, the aforementioned Wendy Mulholland, the Bloomington-born captain and emotional heart of the great early '80's IU cheerleading squads, and the daughter of Jack Mulholland, IU's former longtime Treasurer. The acorn doesn't fall far from a tree built on a foundation of integrity & community service! (After he retired, Mr. Mulholland was the first executive director of the Community Foundation of Bloomington and Monroe County. I used to joke with Wendy that her dad's name was the one that was permanently affixed to the bottom of my work-study checks for years, while I worked at the Dept. of Political Science's Library, first, at the Student Building in the old part of campus, and then later, after it was refurbished, in magnificent Woodburn Hall, my favorite building on campus.) In that future post, I'll share some reflections on Wendy's great strength of character and personality; my intentions of returning to Bloomington a few weeks before Fall '82 classes started, so I could help Wendy train and work-out to rehab her knee, so she'd feel confident in trying-out for the squad again, following a bad knee injury that'd left her physically-unable to try-out for the squad the previous spring, a big disappointment to those of us who cared about both Wendy and the team; my incredulity at, quite literally, running into Wendy while walking down a sidewalk one afternoon a few years later in Evanston, IL, when we were astonished to discover we were both living there, with me trying to hook on with a Windy City advertising agency, and Wendy then-attending Kellogg (KGSM) at Northwestern, right when the WSJ had named Kellogg the #1 Business School in the country. I'll also share a story about Wendy performing a true act of kindness towards me in 1982, when I was having a real emergency, and she went above-and-beyond what I had any logical reason to expect. Yet, Wendy, along with her very helpful dad, Jack, came through for me when I was in a very bad time crunch. I've never forgotten Wendy's kindness towards me, and her true Hoosier spirit. There's NOTHING I wouldn't do for Wendy Mulholland.

It's All About "The U"

It's All About "The U"
South Beach Hoosier's first U-M football game at the Orange Bowl was in 1972, age 11, against Tulane in the infamous "Fifth Down" game. In order to drum up support and attendance for the U-M at the Orange Bowl, that game had a promotion whereby South Florida kids who were school safety patrols could get in for free IF they wore their sash. I did. Clearly they knew that it was better to let kids in for free, knowing their parents would give them money to buy food and souvenirs, perhaps become a fan and want to return for future games. The ballgame made an interesting impression on The New York Times, resulting in this gem from the "View of Sport" column of Oct, 14, 1990, labeled 'Fifth Down or Not, It's Over When It's Over.' -"In 1972, aided by a fifth-down officiating gift in the last moments of the game, Miami of Florida defeated Tulane, 24-21. The country and the world was a much different place that fall because The New York Times took time and space to editorialize on the subject. ''Is it right for sportsmen, particularly young athletes, to be penalized or deprived of the goals for which they earnestly competed because responsible officials make mistakes? The ideal of true sportsmanship would be better served if Miami forfeited last week's game.' South Beach Hoosier hardly needs to tell you that this was YET another New York Times editoral that was completely ignored!

The issue I took with me the night of U-M's 20-15 upset of #1 Texas at the Orange Bowl

The issue I took with me the night of U-M's 20-15 upset of #1 Texas at the Orange Bowl
College Football, Texas No. 1, Hook 'em Horns, Sept. 10, 1973. Living in North Miami Beach in the '70's, my Sports Illustrated usually showed up in my mailbox on the Thursday or Friday before the Monday cover date. And was read cover-to-cover by Sunday morning.

The Perfect Storm

The Perfect Storm
U-M QB Ken Dorsey, Miami Hurricanes Undefeated National Champions 2001, Jan. 2002

Miami's Romp in the Rose

Miami's Romp in the Rose
Miami running back Clinton Portis, Jan. 7, 2002

Why the University of Miami should drop football

Why the University of Miami should drop football
June 12, 1995

REVENGE!

REVENGE!
Steve McGuire and Miami Overpower No.1 Notre Dame, Dec. 4, 1989

How Sweet It Is!

How Sweet It Is!
Miami Whips Oklahoma For The National Championship, Pictured: Dennis Kelleher, Jan. 11, 1988

My, Oh My, Miami!

My, Oh My, Miami!
Steve Walsh and the Canes Stun FSU, Oct. 12, 1987

Why Is Miami No. 1?

Why Is Miami No. 1?
QB Vinny Testaverde, Nov. 24, 1986

Miracle In Miami

Miracle In Miami
The Hurricanes Storm Past Nebraska, Halfback Keith Griffin, Jan. 9, 1984

Special Issue: College Football

Special Issue: College Football
The Best Passer, George Mira of Miami, Sept. 23, 1963

1984 College & Pro Spectatcular

1984 College & Pro Spectatcular
A Pair Of Aces: U-M QB Bernie Kosar & Miami Dolphin QB Dan Marino, Sept. 5, 1984

Pro Football Hall of Fame Special Issue

Pro Football Hall of Fame Special Issue
Dan Marino, Class of 2005, Aug. 2005

FACES OF THE NFL

FACES OF THE NFL
A Portfolio by Walter Iooss Jr., Ricky Williams, Miami Dolphins, Dec. 9, 2002

Coming Back

Coming Back
Jay Fiedler rallies Miami to a last-second win over Oakland, Oct. 1, 2001

Dan's Last Stand

Dan's Last Stand
At 38 and under siege, Dan Marino refuses to go down without a fight, Dec. 13, 1999

The War Zone

The War Zone
In the NFL's toughest division, the surprising Dolphins are on top, Lamar Smith, Dec. 11, 2000

Down and Dirty

Down and Dirty
Jimmy Johnson's Dolphins Bury The Patriots, Steve Emtman, Sept. 9, 1996

The Sunshine Boys

The Sunshine Boys
Now Playing in Miami: The Dan Marino and Jimmy Johnson Show, May 11, 1996

HOT & NOT

HOT & NOT
Miami loves Pat Riley but wants to give Don Shula the boot, Dec. 11, 1995

NFL PREVIEW 1995

NFL PREVIEW 1995
Which of today's stars are locks for the Hall of Fame? Dan Marino for sure. But who else? To find out, we polled the men who do the voting. Sept. 14, 1995

Sportsman Of The Year

Sportsman Of The Year
Don Shula, Dec. 20, 1993

Dan The Man

Dan The Man
Dan Marino Saves The Day For The Dolphins, Jan. 14, 1991

Dangerous Dan

Dangerous Dan
Dan Marino Passes Miami Into The Super Bowl, Jan. 14, 1985

Super Duper!

Super Duper!
Wide Receiver Mark Duper Of The Undefeated Dolphins, Nov. 19, 1984

Air Raid! Miami Bombs Washington

Air Raid! Miami Bombs Washington
Mark Clayton (burning Darryl Green) Sept. 10, 1984

Rookies On The Rise

Rookies On The Rise
Dan Marino: Miami's Hot Quarterback, Nov. 14, 1983

New Life In The WFL

New Life In The WFL
Warfield, Csonka and Kiick of Memphis, July 28, 1975

Zonk! Miami Massacres Minnesota

Zonk! Miami Massacres Minnesota
Larry Csonka, Jan. 21, 1974

Pro Football, Miami Is Rough And Ready

Pro Football, Miami Is Rough And Ready
Larry Csonka & Bob Griese, Sept. 17, 1973

Miami All The Way

Miami All The Way
Bob Griese, Jan. 22, 1973

It's Miami and Washington

It's Miami and Washington
Mercury Morris Speeds Past The Steelers, Jan. 8, 1973

Kiick and Csonka, Miami's Dynamic Duo

Kiick and Csonka, Miami's Dynamic Duo
Larry Csonka & Jim Kiick, Aug. 7, 1972

Sudden Death at Kansas City

Sudden Death at Kansas City
Miami's Garo Yepremian Ends the Longest Game; (kneeling) placekick holder Karl Noonan, Jan. 3, 1972

New Pro in a New Town

New Pro in a New Town
Miami's Frank Emanuel, Aug. 8, 1966

Old-style "Obie" the Orange Bowl Committee mascot

Old-style "Obie" the Orange Bowl Committee mascot
The iconic image I grew-up with in Miami, before FedEx got into the picture