My Nineteen Year Nightmare

May 23rd, 2011 Superbus 10 comments

My birthday is May 23rd. This year, I’ll be 31 years old.

And yet, I’ve really been dead since January of 1992. I forget the exact day. I’m not sure if that’s intentional or not, or just if everything was such a blur that minute details like the time and place became irrelevant. But in January of 1992 at the age of 11, though my body still lives, I effectively died.

I’m writing this in the hopes that another 11 year old doesn’t have to die like I did. Read more…

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Breaking The Future’s Will

April 15th, 2011 Superbus 8 comments

What would appear at first glance to be a small news posting on our local Valley Independent Sentinel is something truly scary when you think about it.

Derby High School underwent one of its two annual unannounced lockdown drills today at 10 a.m., with police dogs sniffing for drugs.

No contraband was found, said principal Fran Thompson.

(…)

“Once again we were drug free and back in classes,” Thompson said at 10:30 a.m.

The school was temporarily “locked” so no one could come or go as police searched.

To say this is chilling is an understatement. Not chilling in the sense of drug pushers or users worrying that they’ll be found; I’m sure anyone intelligent isn’t bringing their drugs to school, and the idiots tend to be found out through other means. It’s chilling in the sense that we can simply lock down schools for no apparent reason. Read more…

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The Death of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, And Why I Was For The Policy

December 20th, 2010 Superbus No comments

The vast majority of my friends are very much in favour of Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transexual (GLBT) rights, just as much as I am. One of them is even heavily involved in her college’s GLBT community, despite the fact that she’s as straight as an arrow. I’m with them, but they have always looked at me quizzically over the years when I’ve explained to them that I could not support the elimination of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell (DADT). For those who live under a rock, the policy states that gay and lesbian people can serve in the military can cannot be asked about their orientation, but they also cannot tell anyone of their orientation. Ever. If they do, they’re discharged.

The way I looked at DADT in the past was the same way I still look at women serving on the front lines of combat (another view I get a lot of pushback on). Read more…

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Money Can’t Buy (International) Trophies

June 28th, 2010 Superbus 5 comments

As I write this, England’s national football team has been smoked by their arch-rivals Germany. The match should have been closer than 4-1 due to the missed goal by Frank Lampard, and it could be argued that if England didn’t have to pour everyone forward that the result would have been better, but there is no way a team that defended as poorly as England did is going to be a squad as class as Germany.

Already, less than an hour after the full time whistle, people are arguing about what went wrong. Obviously, the defence was poor. Some people blame the 4-4-2. Others blame Cappello. There’s some people screaming for Wayne Rooney to “step up”, with others saying he should be playing up, waiting for service instead of dawdling near the midfield. I even heard one person say that England’s backs aren’t skilled enough, which is nonsense when you’re talking about guys like John Terry.

I think the problem is much bigger than tactics, much bigger than who the manager is, even much bigger than who the players are. England’s problems begin at home, in England. They start with their professional leagues, and how they’ve let foreigners and a few big shots harm the English game.

BBC Radio’s Clive Waddle stated that the way Germany play is the same way you would see Werder Bremen, Schalke or any other German club side play during their league; one would have to assume that would be deliberate, patient, and with a premium on mistakes. Later, BBC’s Simon Austin tweeted that Germany’s league setup is set up to favour the international side. He’s right on that; they have a requirement on how many Germans have to be in the side, and their academy setup is much better in terms of developing home grown talent. Germany is able to develop talent, get them playing their way, and by the time the elite players step into the German side, they’re able to fit in and be a part of the larger picture.

England isn’t so fortunate. Their academy system is a joke; most bigger clubs don’t even take their own kids into the first team, and if they do, chances are good it’s a foreign player that they bought early. Most of the time, kids in top-flight academies only end up playing for lower leagues, and more and more smaller clubs are having to close their academies in order to cut costs and stay afloat. Furthermore, there’s no limit on international players; unlike Germany, where you’re limited five, in the Premier League, there are no limits, which allows the richer clubs to simply import the best players regardless of nationality. Add in the normal ingredients of England’s tabloid media and the fact that their wives and girlfriends (WAGs) get as much attention as the players sometimes, and you have a recipe for disaster for a national team that is essentially a collection of individuals. Let’s not forget that England had to change captains because their former captain (Terry) slept with the wife of one of his players (former England wing Wayne Bridge). That never happens in a real team. The Premier League has no restrictions on wages, no restrictions on transfer fees, no maximum club size (they can dump extras into their reserves), and no real limits on how they can run their club. Therefore, English players sometimes get left behind in favour of other European players, especially by the larger clubs.

To a layman’s eyes, this is as easy as fixing the system. “Oh, well they can have a cap on players, force X amount of English players to a side, institute a salary cap… these things work just fine for American sports, why not the EPL! The federation in charge (The Football Authority) has that power, right?”

Not so fast. To make sweeping change, you’re going to need the clubs involved, and the sad fact is that English football is run by about six clubs. One look at the ownership of these clubs tells you all you need to know about how much they care about English football:

Manchester United: American owners, who have gone seriously into debt for the team, which has upset American fans because it directly affects the NFL’s Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
Chelsea: Russian owner who literally bought the team to prominence, and drove up transfer rates across Europe.
Liverpool: American owners, who are even worse than Manchester’s Glazer family: Tom Hicks and George Gillett Jr. got into football with not much knowledge of what they were doing, and now, Tom Hicks is having to sell his other teams, most notably the Texas Rangers, because he’s driven Liverpool so hard into debt.
Arsenal: Multinational conglomerate, with the main ownership stake owned by an American.
Manchester City: Probably the worst owners in the game, in terms of the damage they’re doing to football worldwide. The team is owned by a couple of Saudi sheikhs, who came in and immediately started spending hundreds of millions of pounds. A midcard team was instantly turned into a European contender.
Tottenham Hotspur: A conglomerate primarily owned by an Englishman. The only team in the top six that is English owned.

In addition to those teams, Aston Villa (United States), Birmingham (Hong Kong), Fulham (Egypt) and Sunderland (United States) are all foreign owned. That’s nine teams out of twenty in the Premier League, and doesn’t even count West Ham (40% Norwegian, 30% English, 30% Welsh). Every team that either came up from the Championship or went down for the 2010/2011 season were English owned; of those, Portsmouth is in administration, Hull City is looking for outside investment, and Newcastle’s desperately looking to sell despite the owner being a massive fan of the club. Even the Championship has an increasing level of investment from outside the UK: Cardiff City (Malaysia), Derby County (United States), Leicester City (Serbia), Queens Park Rangers (50% India, 25% Italy, 25% English) and Watford (63% Italian, 37% English) are predominantly owned by people outside the UK, with two teams (Portsmouth and Crystal Palace) being in administration.

The point is that the owners of football’s biggest clubs – the clubs that, realistically speaking, have the FA by the short hairs – are heavily foreign, especially the big money clubs at the top of the list. Changing the rules hurts those bigger clubs because they won’t be able to simply outspend their opposition, which keeps them in the top of the table, which keeps them playing in Europe, keeps them getting the lion’s share of the money via sponsorships, TV deals, etc. It would be against their best interests to change the rules; they don’t care that smaller clubs are floundering, and in these cases, they don’t care one iota about the English club. Even some of the English owners don’t care. Owen Oyston (Blackpool’s 80% owner) is a convicted rapist; he doesn’t even care enough to keep his dick in his pants. Do you think he gives a rat’s arse about the English National Team?

Getting these teams on board is going to be nearly impossible. They can’t cap wages because that will put them at a disadvantage against other European clubs in the Champion’s League. They can’t cap foreigners because larger clubs will complain. And if they try to force these changes, we will see the long-rumoured European Superleague come to fruition so fast our heads will spin. The FA can’t afford to anger the big clubs because without the Manchesters and Liverpools, the money well will dry up, the Premier League will become a B-list league like the Scottish Premier League and Greece’s Super League, teams like Celtic and Rangers will stop trying to get in, and it will devastate a setup that has been set up on staying in the Premier League for the massive TV contract money.

The teams that have disappointed the most in the World Cup were all European: England, France, Italy. Spain almost crashed and burned, and could very well exit when they play against a dangerous Portugal side. These countries all have one thing in common: their leagues, at the top levels, are no longer domestic affairs, as the lure of big money investment from the rest of Europe and beyond have compromised them. Due to said money, they will never reform, lest they all lose their biggest clubs to a newly formed Superleague run by non-European owners looking to cash in. Therefore, because of a system that treats their national teams as both a birthright for success and an afterthought – never a good combination – these sides will always be, at best, inconsistent, and at worst, B-list. They will continue to draw against Algeria, lose to South Africa, lose to Slovakia, draw against New Zealand, and sometimes not even qualify for major tournaments such as the European Championships. The media will scream and call for an inquiry, fans will be disappointed, players will be shamed, managers will be changed, and nothing will ultimately change except the calender.

Meanwhile, expect to see sides like Germany – who’s World Cup team doesn’t have one single player playing outside of Germany – excel, as usual.

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Getting Randy

May 23rd, 2010 Superbus 1 comment

After his win in the Kentucky Republican Senate Primary – effectively giving him the Senate seat in deep red Kentucky – Rand Paul, the son of Texas Rep. and libertarian icon Ron Paul, ended up in a bit of political hot water. His comments that he likely would have taken a similar stance to Barry Goldwater on the Civil Rights Bill of 1964 have drawn a lot of ire from the left. Paul has become a national issue, culminating in a twenty minute interview with Rachel Maddow. The result has been predictable: the hard left is painting him as a racist, whereas the far right… well, they’re just making fun of Keith Olbermann’s ratings, like always.

There’s only one problem: Rand Paul – and by extension, Barry Goldwater – are both right. This is crux of the issue of libertarian thought, the Constitution, and the definition of true freedom. Read more…

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Defining A Hit

November 18th, 2009 Superbus No comments

It seems that ever since Wayne Gretzky retired, anytime hockey’s been in the news, it’s never been a good thing. In 2000, Marty McSorely bashed Donald Brashear in the head, ending and subsequently obscuring a good career. In 2004, Todd Bertuzzi of the Canucks blind-sided Colorado’s Steve Moore, defining Bertuzzi, leading to talking heads calling the NHL a goon’s league and ending Moore’s career. The NHL then locked out it’s players for the entire 2005 season, ending hockey as a major sport in all of America outside of Michigan and Massachusetts and turning the NHL into a running joke for anyone looking for a cheap, easy target. Most recently, the NHL’s biggest fight has been to keep a rich, powerful and dedicated man with an intention to bring hockey to a bustling hockey market OUT of it’s league, fighting any and all attempts by Jim Balsillie to purchase an NHL team and move them to Hamilton, ON while saying with a straight face “we believe hockey belongs in Phoenix, AZ”.1 This doesn’t take into account problems leagues outside the NHL have had, such as the major brawl during a 2008 QMJHL game where backup goaltender Jonathan Roy – son of NHL legend Patrick – beat up another goaltender to the point where the case is STILL moving through the legal system in Quebec. Even when good things happen, it’s usually hard to watch them because NBC insists on all weekend playoff games being played at 3PM, including one time where a game was pre-empted in favour of a horse race.

The latest strike against hockey as a sport is a rash of hits to the head, most of which have left players injured. The most recent hit was on Chris Drury of the New York Rangers by Calgary’s Curtis Glencross, which knocked Drury out of a game last Saturday and cost Glencross three games in suspensions. The most severe of the year, however, was the hit by Erie Otters player Michael Liambas on Kitchener Rangers player Ben Fanelli that you can see in the above Youtube clip. The hit fractured Fanelli’s skull, which could end his hockey career, and drew a match penalty for boarding and a suspension for the remainder of this season plus playoffs for Liambas; considering Liambas is an overage junior player with thirteen points in 124 games over four seasons, the suspension effectively ends his career as well, for anything above beer leagues. This hit – and the rash of other high hits that we’ve seen recently over the past few years – have started a call for retribution by both casual fans and talking heads. We need to suspend high hits! Five games! Ten games! Fuck it, shoot them at dawn! Hits that over the years have been greeted by oohs and aahs on Sportscentre are all of a sudden the cause celebre of people that are going to refine hockey to their liking, usually by just suspending anyone that gets in the way.

Just like with the incidents I mentioned in my first two paragraphs, the people commenting on them – from the bombastic Canadian Press to the completely ignorant American press – don’t know what they’re talking about. This issue goes deeper than just a few high hits. A complete examination as to what a body check is needs to be initiated, concluded and acted upon. It’s not going to be easy, it’s going to take years, and goes way beyond idiotic mandatory suspensions of players for hits that don’t take context into account. Read more…

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Diehard GameFAN Review: Academy of Champions Soccer (Wii)

November 18th, 2009 Superbus No comments

Academy of Champions Soccer
Developer: Ubisoft Vancouver
Publisher: Ubisoft
Genre: Arcade Sports
Release Date: 11/4/2009

Being born and bred in North America makes being a football fan no different for me than it is for anyone in a more traditional football markets like everywhere else in the world except North America: I’m a bit of a football elitist. You can usually tell who the snobs are if you ask them if they watch Major League Soccer; a more casual fan probably does, whereas someone like me says something along the lines of “psh, Major League Soccer is the proverbial minor leagues. REAL fans import Setanta on DirecTV so they can watch Portsmouth and Wigan battle to a 0-0 draw in the Premier League!”. For those wondering, considering how much the Setanta package costs, that’s not only a bore draw, it’s a very expensive one at that. But at least I’m a “real” football fan! Right? … Right?

We’re like this with video games, too. It took people like me a long time to come around on the FIFA series, specifically because it’s not Pro Evolution; hell, Mohammad Al-Sadoon STILL hasn’t come around yet, specifically because it’s Pro Evolution. Imagine this mentality, then imagine being told “you’re being drafted into Academy of Champions Soccer because you’re the only North American that knows football. I literally laughed out loud. Not only because I was getting a football game geared towards kids – me, an “elite” football fan! – but also one that was geared towards kids while proclaiming the name recognition of Mia Hamm and Pelé himself. This would be fine, if not for the fact that Mia Hamm hasn’t been a relevant football personality in almost six years, or the fact that Pelé hasn’t been a relevant footballer since before I was born – for the record, that’s 1980 – and is as known in more cynical circles for being willing to do almost anything for money at this point as he was for his football. Basing a game around kids on two people that most kids have likely barely heard of seemed like a reach for me.

Needless to say, I had low hopes going into my initial playing of Academy of Champions Soccer (henceforth known simply as AOC).

Would my initial fears be born true, or would I come around on AOC the way I came around and eventually started supporting MLS side Seattle Sounders? Read more…

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Diehard GameFAN Review: Space Invaders Extreme 2 (NDS)

November 3rd, 2009 Superbus No comments

Space Invaders Extreme 2
Developer: Project Just
Publisher: Taito/Square Enix
Genre: Arcade Shooter
Release Date: March 26, 2009 (JP)/October 20, 2009 (US)

I won’t lie: I freaking loved Space Invaders Extreme, as did fellow colleague Mark B. It was my nominee for DS game of the Year for 2008, and shocked the hell out of me considering the fact that Taito was bought out by Square-Enix prior to releasing that game; while I hadn’t trusted Taito for awhile, I trust Squeenix about as far as I can throw your average Kingdom Hearts fanfiction writer. Since then, Taito’s been on an absolute roll, pumping out quality game after quality game after quality game; unless you really don’t like Rainbow Islands, they can do no wrong at this point.

I loved Space Invaders Extreme so much, that I didn’t even wait for the game to be released in America; I imported the Japanese game, at a cost of almost $50. Who cares if the American version would eventually come out, likely at the same $20 price point that I lauded the original for so highly? It came out in March, and the US version just came out in October; I didn’t want to wait that long. I happily played it, and didn’t review it only because of a time crunch on my part. However, we got word that we got the US version of Space Invaders Extreme 2 from Taito (yes, we got it free; happy, FCC?), and that it was ready to be distributed for review. I was able to tell Lucard, happily, not to bother; I could whip up a review within days, likely while the new version was still in the mail. Therefore, my fiancée gets a new, free game to play, I get to write up a game I wanted to write up in April, and Taito gets a review from someone who did the first game, and was therefore an expert on it. Everyone wins! Due to that fact, please note that this is technically a review of the Japanese game; on the other hand, note that there is literally no difference between the Japanese, European and American versions; they’re all the same.

So, with me being an unabashed fanboy of the series, did I think SIE2 lived up to it’s predecessor? Read more…

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Diehard GameFAN Review: Need for Speed: SHIFT (360)

October 20th, 2009 Superbus No comments

Need for Speed: Shift
Developer: Slightly Mad Studios
Publisher: Electronic Arts
Genre: Realistic Driving Simluator
Release Date: September 15, 2009

I went and previwed Need for Speed: Shift back in August when they had it for display at a pre-release event that showcased a lot of glitz and glamour, sometimes overshadowing the game they were trying to show off. However, as a true gaming journalist, and with the help of my beautiful, intelligent and borderline domestically abusive girlfriend Aileen, I was able to avoid the boobs around me and focus on the game, which I liked a lot. However, finances are finances, and the economy does stink, so when it came time for September 15th to roll around, I decided to pick up only one game – NHL ’10 – and considering the fact that I called it the “greatest sports game ever”, one would be safe in assuming that it was enough to sate my desire for a new game.

Then, low and behold, Electronic Arts sent me a gift: a message from Alex, saying “you’re getting Need for Speed: Shift to review”. Oh boy! It’s like Christmas in October! Who cares if the game came in a couple weeks after it came out? I liked the little bit I was able to play and looked forward to giving it a full once-over.

However, there’s one bad part about reviewing video games for a job: deadlines. It’s not all rainbows and teddy-bears; we have a deadline to keep when we take games from companies to review, and unfortunately, I’ll be turning this one in massively, almost embarrassingly late. This is not because I lorded over the game, deciding not to play it, or because I disliked it to the point where I didn’t want to do it; in fact, I’ll make the rest of this review anti-climatic and state I do like the game a lot. The problem is that there’s a lot to do, a lot to unlock, and a lot of things that have to be done before someone with any bit of journalistic integrity can put a score on a game. Furthermore, it requires a lot of driving skill – something I have more of than Aileen, but not in abundance – to get far in this game, which took even longer. Have faith that I was able to play long enough to determine that NFS: Shift is the best Need for Speed game I’ve ever seen, and can at least compete with the likes of Forza Motorsport and Gran Turismo in the realistic driving simulation genre, and determine it accurately with hours of play time. Even if Alex is annoyed at my atrocious deadline management. Read more…

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My Failed Love Affair With The Evil Empire

October 12th, 2009 Superbus 1 comment

I have a dirty secret to announce to my readers: I was once a Yankee fan.

It started when I was very little. My grandmother raised me into it, having me either listen to games on WCBS radio – something she had playing 24/7 until the day she died in 2003 – or watch them on WPIX, channel 11 out of New York. Younger fans don’t really understand this in the days of DirecTV, massive TV contracts, MLB.tv and the Extra Innings package, but in the 80s, most games were available on free TV, back in the days when you only had regular channels and cable TV, the latter of which was pricey and had relatively few channels. Think of it as the premium package, if you will. WPIX had the dual benefit of being free, and having Phil Rizzuto as the play-by-play announcer, something he was so beloved for doing that it arguably got him into the Hall of Fame as a player. Combine my constant exposure to the Yankees, the fact that the majority of my friends were Yankee fans, and the fact that the rival Mets and Red Sox were all primarily on cable stations (the Mets were on Sportschannel, while the Red Sox spent their time bouncing back and forth between NESN primarily and WSBK sometimes), and it was a foregone conclusion that I would become a Yankee fan. Read more…