Politico Friday: Wafa Sultan

I saw this lady interviewed on CNN recently. She drew a lot of attention a month ago for a debate she had with a Muslim cleric on Al-Jazeera essentially about moderate Islam vs. fundamentalist Islam. Granted this clip only shows the arguments she made in the debate, some of her points transcend all religions as they deal with fundamentalism.

Why America doesn't have these sort of relevant discussions on television rather than the Sean Hannity's of the world, shark attacks, and runaway brides is disappointing, but it's good to know the discussions are taking place somewhere.

Hat tip to C.E. for the video link.

Wafa Sultan on Al-Jazeera

The State of Hoops in Hoosierland

Pat Forde, former UK beat writer for the Courier-Journal, has a terrific article out on ESPN.com about basketball at all levels in the state of Indiana. With IU hiring Kelvin Sampson from Oklahoma yesterday some Hoosier fans have bemoaned both the hire and the overall state of basketball in the most hoops-crazed state in the country. Although I don't think it's fair to write off Sampson a day after he's hired, criticism of the decline of high school basketball's popularity -- part of the social fabric in Indiana -- seems fair as high school basketball is not nearly as meaningful as it used to be. I've heard my friend & Indiana native Brian Wise make many of these same points and comments that Forde makes.

Sometimes it's hard for things to go back to the way they were. A good read nonetheless.

If you understand all that, if you grasp the folklore and the sport's place in society, you can understand what the state tournament used to be. For that, take a drive through the rolling hills of Southern Indiana.

On Indiana Highway 37 you'll see a sign outside Mitchell, pop. 5,000. It commemorates the 1940 state tournament runner-up, the Mitchell High Bluejackets.

Not the champions. The runners-up. From 66 years ago.

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Understand that Indiana is home to 19 of the 20 largest high school gyms in America, topped by New Castle High, Alford's alma mater, at 9,325 seats. Understand that the Indiana State Library's Web site lists no fewer than 33 books on its shelves relating to high school basketball, including, "Somebody Stole the Pea Out of My Whistle: The Golden Age of Hoosier Basketball Referees." Understand that if there were such a thing as a state sound, in Indiana it would be a basketball slapping off a wood floor in an empty gym.

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"For smaller schools, the state championships were the sectionals," Bailey said. "If you could come through the sectional and win it, you had that one great weekend of games to remember."

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There would be no Milan [the school "Hoosiers" is based upon] miracle under the current format. Nothing to talk about for the next 50 years. "Since they went to class basketball, Milan has been to the semistate twice, and nobody knows it," Plump said. "That gives you the idea that people don't care. The sectional winners in the old days will be remembered a long time after the four state champions are remembered.

"When you can play, you want to play against the big boys. You might get your brains beat out, but it won't be the last time that happens in life."

Basketball in this state is getting its brains beat out on every level these days. For the good of the game and the good of the people who love it more than anywhere else, that needs to change.

After all, in 49 states it's just basketball. But this is Indiana.

The Joy of Elmo

Amy recently came home with a singing Elmo doll. Chalk this up as #927 on the list things I said I'd never do but have since reconsidered after having kids.

For a goofy singing Sesame Street character, Elmo has been a HUGE hit in our house. I don't know what it is, but something about Elmo resonates with the kids. Owen beams from ear to ear, closing his eyes and laughing every time we hit the button to make Elmo sing & dance. Gus doesn't get quite the kick out of it that Owen does, but he is still a fan.

I just hope Amy & I don't cave and get a talking Barney in the house someday. ;-)





One happy Elmo-loving little character right here.

Final Four

March Madness 2006 has been a very interesting basketball tournament for basketball junkies like me. Granted this year has been a little different from years past -- both with Kentucky getting its lowest seed in nearly two decades and with multi-tasking skills in changing diapers while simultaneously watching the games. Still, the games have been incredible and for the first time in 25+ years there are no #1 seeds in the final four.

In the past the opening Friday of the tournament was marked by a vacation day from work and inviting friends over to watch hoops from noon til midnight. This year we continued the tradition on opening Friday -- albeit without the vacation day -- with our friends Mike & Jean Mankowski and their ten-week old daughter Ella. Mike is a diehard Tar Heel, and Jean is a lifelong Duke fan. If Ella grows up to cheer for NC State, then their family may end up not speaking to each other for the month of March. It was a splendid evening of catching up, both on the changes that have happened to us all in the past year and on watching hoops.

This past weekend Amy & I ventured to Charleston to see Melanie and Roman. Roman was impressed with Glen "Big Baby" Davis, the 310 lb. immovable object for LSU. We got back just in time on Sunday to watch 11th seeded George Mason slide on the Cinderella slipper beating uber-talented yet underachieving top-seeded Connecticut. All in all it has been a tremendous tournament.

One more weekend Amy B -- then you're in the clear until October.



Ella shows off her Tar Heel attire -- shirt and socks -- to the delight of her dad.




Papa Mankowski & baby Ella.




The Mankowski family.

Beachin' It

For the boys' first trip to the Palmetto State we ventured down to the beach on a cool spring day. It was hard to say who enjoyed it more -- Owen & Gus for playing in the sand, Mom or Dad taking dozens of pictures, or Tucker who released months of couped up energy by bounding down the beach through the water. A fun time indeed.

Charleston

Scenes from the Rutledge clan's venture down to Charleston to see Aunt Mel, Uncle Dude, Chloe, Tera, & Mona.


Owen lets Aunt Mel know the handoff was too quick.




Gus finds simple happiness in the seat of a chair.




Little Owen does his best JoJo impersonation, seated at his command post.




Gus gets a Chloe kiss.



Uncle Dude & Owen perform a duet.



Mona leaves us a present by the door.

Leprechaun

I love the amateur sketch.

Leprechaun sighting


Hat tip to our pal Gretchen for passing along this gem.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

May the leprechauns be kind to you.

Swingin'

Amy sent me pictures today of her trip with the boys to the park to ride on the swings. Apparently the swings were a big hit.







And this is our third child, Stu. We haven't said much about him up until now, but he's around. Say hello to Stu everybody.

Update (3/17): My mistake. Apparently we do not have a third child -- it just feels like it some days. And he is not Stu either -- he is Braden Parks, son of Amy's friend Stephanie and her husband Brian.

March Madness

The NCAA tournament is finally here. It is my favorite time of year as a sports fan. Normally I take off work on the first Thursday and Friday of the tournament to watch the games. Unfortunately I won't be able to do that this year, but I will be sneaking into the breakroom at work to sneak a peak at the games for sure.

Instead of marching into the tournament on a wave of optimism and confidence like the past few years, my beloved Wildcats are limping into the tournament as a team of underachievers this year with an #8 seed and a nearly impossible task of toppling #1 Connecticut in the second round.....should the Cats even make it to the second round.

This year has been a full season of Kentucky trying to find itself, trying to establish its identity. UK is better with the return of Randolph Morris, but there are still glaring holes on offense and way too many lapses on defense.

This has been a year of confusion for UK fans on Kronos Lane and everywhere in Big Blue land. The UK flag is no longer flown on gamedays at our house as it has repeatedly jinxed the Cats to several losses. The boys no longer wear their UK outfits during games since the loss to the Tar Heels in December obviously had a negative effect on the team. Amy & I still have not found the magical seats in our house where we watch the game. So in fairness to the Cats, the Rutledges have not helped out the situation by constantly changing up their gameday routine.

But I am excited nonetheless for the tournament. In reality I would be pleased with a victory over the UAB team that ousted UK two years ago when Kentucky was a #1 seed (which remains the most devastating loss since the Duke/Laettner game in 1992) followed by a strong showing against #1 Connecticut. I don't expect too much more from Kentucky this year.

And I'm also excited because despite the number of fans here who don't recognize basketball outside the North Carolina/Duke/NC State/ACC realm, the Triangle truly is a haven for college basketball fans. The workplace empties out on gameday as bars fill up with hoops fans. Kids watch the tournament in school. The cashier at the cafeteria today asked me to go run off a copy of the brackets for her so she could fill in her picks....while people waited in line to pay for their food. College basketball is part of the culture here.

It's my favorite time of year.

BTW, I started a bracket pool for anyone that wants to submit their picks. Shoot me an email if you did not get a link and want to join in -- the more, the merrier. Cheers!

Take a Stand

Owen decided he was tired of the army crawl this week. He began pulling himself to the sitting position which boosted his bravery. So this morning he successfully achieved his first pull up to the standing position. I've always thought you had to crawl before you walk, but if the new upright perspective takes with this kid he may just skip the crawling phase altogether.

What he doesn't realize is once you walk Mom & Dad teach you "now go walk the dog around the block." :-)

Caliendo

On Madden, Pacino, Dubya & Clinton. Hysterical.

Big Earl

Spring has sprung here in North Carolina. It was 80 degrees last Thursday and will be in the 80s again this coming weekend.

Big Earl has begun to bloom.

Image Makeover

Gus has been working on refining his image lately. He's been after us to show a different side of him that portrays the street-smart, tough guy attitude that he's trying to cultivate. He posed here to show off his new steely-eyed glare of intimidation.

So here he is everyone, have-no-fear Gus-man.

Bath Time

Freedom was expanded this week for the boys. Amy & I started giving them free reign in the bathtub this week, taking them out of their little plastic tub. The move was quite a success from their standpoint -- not sure how clean they got but they had a ball playing in the water.

My How They've Grown

This past week we were visited by Anne Jane Gray, a friend and co-worker from Pittsburgh who was in Raleigh for a customer trip. She dropped by to get re-acquainted with Owen & Gus as the boys have grown a great deal since she saw them last summer. Anne Jane and her husband Dave have two teenage boys of their own so she had many stories to share of their experiences. It was great to catch up and get a break from the work week with a good visit.


Gus enjoyed getting his belly rubbed and tickled.


Owen warms up with a grin.



The boys show Anne Jane their favorite toys to roll about with.

Hometown Hero

Glasgow, Kentucky's own Brandon Stockton proved the hero last night at the end of a must-win game for Kentucky over Tennessee. His dive on the floor in the final seconds to cause a loose ball took the ball out of Tennessee's hands and helped seal the win for the Cats. My friends here in NC give me a hard time about Stockton because I've been known to tell them a time or twelve that he is from the metropolis of Glasgow -- better known as Glass-cow to national announcers or Grassgrow to a buddy from Louisville. Well last night was vindication for the seldom used former Scottie. In a season filled with turmoil where more talented players have had run-ins with Tubby Smith, the coach has turned to his heady senior in the past five games to level set his team on his expectations of playing team basketball. It was a gutsy, gutsy move by Tubby that has paid off.

What a game last night -- great for Kentucky, great for the border rivalry with a very good Tennessee team, and great for the SEC. Hopefully the Cats jumped off that bubble.

Here is the final 0:08 which culminates with a Brandon-Tubby chest bump at midcourt. Awesome!

Politico Friday: Port Controversy

Tom Friedman writes a tremendous op-ed today in the NYT about the port controversy. He examines the controversy from the political angle about the dust that has been stirred:

So I understand why Democrats were eager to turn the soft-on-terrorism card back on President Bush when it was revealed that P&O, the navigation company based in London — which has been managing the ports of New York, New Jersey, Baltimore, New Orleans, Miami and Philadelphia — had been bought by Dubai Ports World, a company owned by the Dubai monarchy in the United Arab Emirates, an Arab Gulf state, and that the Bush team had approved the Dubai takeover of the U.S. port operations.

I also understand why many Republicans are now running away from the administration. They know that if they don't distance themselves from Mr. Bush, some Democrats are going to play this very evocative, very visual "giving away our ports to the Arabs" card against them in the coming elections. Yes, you reap what you sow.

...the consequences if the deal does not go through:

As a country, we must not go down this road of global ethnic profiling — looking for Arabs under our beds the way we once looked for commies. If we do — if America, the world's beacon of pluralism and tolerance, goes down that road — we will take the rest of the world with us. We will sow the wind and we will reap the whirlwind.

....and he raises the issue to the broader context of religious fanatacism that is spreading all over the world.

My point is simple: the world is drifting dangerously toward a widespread religious and sectarian cleavage — the likes of which we have not seen for a long, long time. The only country with the power to stem this toxic trend is America.

People across the world still look to our example of pluralism, which is like no other. If we go Dark Ages, if we go down the road of pitchfork-wielding xenophobes, then the whole world will go Dark Ages.

There is a poison loose today, and America — America at its best — is the only antidote. That's why it is critical that we stand by our principles of free trade and
welcome the world to do business in our land, as long as there is no security threat. If we start exporting fear instead of hope, we are going to import everyone else's fears right back. That is not a world you want for your kids.

Great read.

Rough and Tumble

Well we had our first legitimate parenting scare this week. Tuesday morning I was changing Owen business as usual. When I was finished with him I made my way over to change Gus in his crib. I happened to look back over my shoulder at Owen and was greeted with the horrific sight of Owen falling head-first out of his crib onto the floor. He landed on the top of his forehead and immediately started screaming. It was pretty frantic watching the whole thing happen right before me. It's like one of those things people talk about that happens to them where they recall it in slow motion. That's exactly how it was for me watching him tumble over the side.

Owen took it much, much better than Amy and me. He was consoled within a minute. Amy & I were shaking for a few minutes thinking what could have been and vowing never to forget to put the crib rail up on its highest setting again. I wanted to go a step further and put the boys in padded suits until they turn 18, but Amy talked me out of it.

So the little monster is completely fine thankfully. He was rolling about shrieking with delight at the sight of the dog by yesterday morning. C.E. reminded me that my grandmother Ga Ga used to say, "A child that doesn't fall out of his crib by the time he's one year old isn't going to live very long."

Gus is hoping that Owen's spill counts as one in his column too. (As are his mom and dad.) :-)

Yo Baby

We have a new favorite... YoBaby Yogurt. The boys can't get enough. Even Gus our challenging eater has figured out how to get that mouth wide open for a tasty bite.



The anticipation....