Stanford's status remains status quo

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Stanford's status remains status quo

Nothing was delivered Saturday at Stanford Stadium at least nothing if you were looking for closure, or even hints about the rest of the college football season.

Then again, it was one game out of 700-some-odd, so you werent entitled to much.

Andrew Luck did not re-win the Heisman Trophy despite going 20-for-30 for 255 yards and four touchdowns. Stanford did not guarantee itself a BCS bowl berth, although the Fiesta Bowl seems almost a surety. Future NFL draft money was not redistributed, except maybe for tight end Coby Fleener. The Tebow Revolution did produce another 79 yards (before sacks) for the Running Quarterbacks Rainy Day fund, but that wasnt the point, either.
RECAP: Stanford beats Notre Dame 28-14, finishes regular season 11-1

It was, put simply, for Stanford to get in its last shot before the bowl games are distributed and Luck gets to say good-bye to the place that nurtured and propelled him and became further enriched by him.

And there, achievement could be measured. Stanford won comfortably, 28-14, Notre Dame was exposed as a talented but painfully slow team, Fleener widened his lead as the best-named good player in college football with two TD receptions, and now all that is left is for the guys in loudly colored blazers to descend bearing invitations to strange and exotic lands.

Like Tempe, Arizona, or San Antonio, Texas.

Luck held his place in the Heisman morass, though Robert Griffin of Baylor, Matt Barkley of USC and Trent Richardson of Alabama had better days. The only teams in the Top 25 to lose were teams playing higher-ranked teams, so there wasnt a lot of movement in the polls.

So what were down to, frankly, is this: Stanford goes to the Fiesta Bowl unless Georgia wins the SEC Championship game against LSU. And Luck remains a man with lots of heartfelt testimonials (He does things no other quarterback does, is head coach David Shaws line) in a highly political election where regional voting is the order of the day. And Barkleys insertion into the argument does not help.

And then comes the legacy designations. Stanford is 23-2 over the past two seasons, one of the top five football schools in the country by virtue of being voted there by computers and humans alike. They are in such good position that there is almost no way for them not to get at least most of their just desserts, and in the richly corrupt and stratified world of college football, a team getting what it has coming without shaming itself is a pretty impressive thing indeed.

Indeed, Stanford carved out time for its seniors to get their piece of the stage, most notably Chris Owusu, the oft-concussed wide receiver who dressed in the teams red-on-black one-off uniforms, was introduced with the rest of his classmates and even lined up for a play as a gesture of respect from Shaw to the guy who has given more of his body and has been hit harder than anyone else on this team.

It was a gesture that the best teams get to make because they have some margin for sentimentality. Stanford built that margin widely enough that even the loss to Oregon two weeks ago couldnt strip it away, and it got even easier when Arkansas got whipped by LSU on Friday.

The value of that is that Stanford will almost certainly move to fifth in the BCS standings Sunday and eventually to fourth, where it can be guaranteed its BCS bowl game. It wont be the title game, which was a long shot, or the Rose Bowl, which died with the loss to Oregon, but it will do nicely as the end of an era of very nice indeed.

It will be known, ultimately, as the Andrew Luck Era, which means that a number of very good players will be relegated to Also Starring roles, but thats how it works in show business. All you can do is hope for the longest run you can manage, and Stanford got that, and then some.

In short, the status remained very quo indeed Saturday. And at Stanford, thats some pretty damned fine quo.

Ray Ratto is a columnist for CSNBayArea.com

A sports-related pie-fixing scandal? Hell never felt so fun

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A sports-related pie-fixing scandal? Hell never felt so fun

I’m liking this 2017 so far. Then again, after 2016, nearly any year would be an improvement.

Just this last weekend we got a flat-earth scandal that turned into a mock-up about media self-importance and fake news (yay Kyrie Irving and his impish sense of satire!).

We got the overblown Russell-Hates-Kevin narrative, and the faux Russell-Secretly-Loves-Kevin counternarrative, all because we are stunningly attracted to meaningless and utterly contrived drama (yay our ability to B.S. ourselves!).

We got the NBA All-Star Game ripped for having no defense even though last year’s game was, if anything, worse (yay short attention span!).

We got the Boogie Cousins trade and the national revulsion of all the thought processes the Sacramento Kings put into this perpetually rolling disaster (yay making Boogie and Vivek Ranadive household names!).

And now we got the Great Sutton United Pie-Fixing Scandal. Yeah, pie-fixing. Hell never felt so fun.

So here’s the deal. Sutton United, a very small fry in English soccer, got to the fifth round of the FA Cup, a competition in which all the clubs in England are commingled and play each other until one team remains. The big clubs almost always win, so any time a small club goes deep, it’s a big deal.

Anyway, Sutton went deeper in the competition than nearly anyone in the last century, a charming development given that it is such a small club that it had a stadium caretaker, goalie coach and backup goalie all in one massive fellow, a 46-year-old guy named Wayne Shaw. Shaw became the globular embodiment of the entire Sutton Experience, a jolly lark for everyone involved and especially when he ate a pie on the bench in the final minutes of Sutton’s Cup-exiting loss to Arsenal.

And now he’s been eased into resigning his jobs with the club, because – and this is so very British – there were betting shops taking action on whether he would in fact eat a pie on the bench, and he either did or did not tip off his pals that he was going to chow down on television.

He did eat the pie. His pals collected on their bets. The sport’s governing body opened an investigation into market manipulation by gambling – which is hilarious given that no fewer than 10 gambling establishments have advertising deals with English soccer clubs. Shaw was invited to quit to kill the story, and he took the hint.

Hey, dreams die all the time. But it’s still pie-fixing. Let that rattle around your head for a minute. Pie-fixing. Not match-fixing. Not point-shaving. Pie-fixing.

Now how can you not love this year?

Sure, it sucks for Shaw, but it serves as a series of cautionary tales for athletes around the world.

* Gambling is everywhere, and every time you inch toward it, you dance on the third rail.

* If you want to help your friends, give them cash.

* This is a horribly delicious way to lose your gig.

* And finally, fun in the 21st century isn’t ever truly fun because someone in a suit and a snugly-placed stick is going to make sure you pay full retail for that fun.

But it is nice to know that something that has never happened before is now part of our year. Pie-fixing is a thing now, as silly in its way as Irving’s flat-earth narrative was. And as we steer away from normal games as being too run-of-the-mill-fuddy-duddy entertainment, we have replaced them with sideshows.

Or do you forget how many people complained Saturday and Sunday that the dunk contest wasn’t interesting enough? How stupid is that?

Lots. Lots of stupid. But against pie-tin-shaped planets and pies turned into betting coups, how can it possibly compare?

We chase a lot of idiotic narratives in our sporting lives. The great What Will The Patriots Do To Roger Goodell story died like the old dog it was. We still try to flog Warriors-Thunder as a rivalry in search of better TV ratings when all the obvious evidence is that it is no such thing unless you think a couple that broke up nine months ago is still a solid story. We have Bachelor fantasy leagues, for God’s sake.

This would leave most normal folks in despair, thus matching their everyday experiences, but yin meets yang, and every time it looks like we are all barrel-rolling into the sun, we get Irving, and then we get Wayne Shaw.

In short, 2017 is going to be fun of grand surprises for us all. I look forward to the day President Trump tries to fete the Patriots and only gets to Skype with Bob Kraft and the equipment guys who midwifed DeflateGate, and Mark Davis in Las Vegas, just to see if he can get a P.F. Chang’s into the Bellagio.

Why not? This is sport’s year-long tribute to sketch comedy, and evidently everyone is signing on enthusiastically to replace lessons of morality and honor and equality and dignity and sportsmanship with slackened jaws and belly laughs.

So yay sports! Or as it is clearly becoming, A Night At The Improv.
 

Patriots win one for the ages, but where does it rank?

Patriots win one for the ages, but where does it rank?

The price of watching Roger Goodell being booed back to the Bronze Age is a subtle but real one, and one that people will feel very dearly soon enough.

The last great cathartic Super Bowl is now done, with the New England Patriots winning the brilliant and decisive battle to be sports’ new evil empire. In doing so, it rendered Goodell a permanent and risible punch line in National Football League history, the mall cop who wanted the death penalty for littering, and in the words of the song “got what he wanted but he lost what he had.”

True, $40 million a year can make the dissolution of your public persona a reasonably decent tradeoff, but we lost the argument about who won his windmill tilt with the Patriots. It’s done, and he is now permanently and irrevocably a figure of ridicule.

But that’s not the only debating point America lost Sunday night, and while you wouldn’t think it given how much time we are willing to shouting at each other, quality arguments are not easily replaced.

We have almost surely lost the mindless debate about the best quarterback ever, because there is nothing anyone can bring up that the words “Tom Brady” cannot rebut except calling his own plays, and since that is no longer allowed in football, it is a silly asterisk to apply.

We have almost surely lost the equally silly shouter about the best coach ever. Bill Belichick is defiantly not fun, but he has built, improved and bronzed an organizational model that is slowly swallowing the rest of the sport. That and five trophies makes him the equal if not better of the short list of Paul Brown, George Halas, Vince Lombardi, Bill Walsh and Tom Landry.

Plus, Belichick locked up the most absurd response to a question in coaching history Monday when he said, “As great as today feels . . . we're five weeks behind the other teams for the 2017 season.” Even allowing for Gregg Popovich in-game interviews, the so-grim-he-could-make-a-robot-cry worship-the-process response has now become a cliché. If 2017 prep was so important, he should have skipped yesterday’s game, and he definitely should have chosen not to waste so much time on the trophy stand after the game when training camp drills needed to be scheduled.

Oh, and DeflateGate died. Dead. No zombie possibilities here.

We do have a meatheaded argument ahead of us about which championship in the last year is the best, which can be settled here.

1. Leicester City, because 5,000-1 is 5,000-1, and the whole world understands that. Plus, there was invaluable three-month buildup that engaged non-soccer fans.

2. Chicago Cubs, because 108 years is 108 years.

3. New England Patriots, because . . . well, I don’t have to explain it unless you have no useful memory span. “Down 25 In The Third Quarter” is the new “Down 3-1.”

4. Cleveland Cavaliers, because they slayed the first unbeatable Warrior team by coming from 3-1 down, and even as a silver medalist, it will always be an internet meme, which is what passes for memorable in our decrepit culture.

5. (tie) Villanova basketball and Clemson football in a tie, because they were essentially the same great game.

7. The Pittsburgh Penguins, because the Stanley Cup Final was devoid of drama or high moments, and only 14:53 of overtime. Feh.

But everything else is settled, and this Super Bowl will not be topped for a long time. Our current cycle of absurd championships is almost surely going to end soon, because “Down 3-1” has happened twice in eight months (three times, if you count Warriors over Thunder), and the bar has now been placed well beyond reasonable clearing.

Indeed, the only thing left is for a championship team to spontaneously combust on the award stand. But if they do so and ignite Roger Goodell along the way, that would be an ending America would cheerfully endorse.

But that also isn’t an argument any more, and yes, that includes Gary Bettman.