Thursday, September 9, 2010

Roguepilot's NFL Picks for 2010-11


Tonight is the night! Game 1 of the new NFL season; the Minnesota Vikings vs The New Orleans Saints in a re-match of last year's National Football Conference Championship game. Since that game, the Saints have won the Super Bowl and Minnesota has gotten their aginig quaterback, Brett Favre, back for another season. It's a great way to kick-off the season!
Here, therefore, are my picks for the year:
NFC West:
1. Seattle Seahawks
2. San Francisco 49'ers
3. Arizona Cardinals
4. St. Louis Rams
NFC Central:
1. Green Bay Packers
2. Minnesota Vikings
3. Detroit Lions
4. Chicago Bears
NFC South:
1. New Orleans Saints
2. Atlanta Falcons
3. Carolina Panthers
4. Tampa Bay Buccaneers
NFC East:
1. Dallas Cowboys
2. NY Giants
3. Philadelphis Eagles
4. Washington Redskins
NFC playoff teams:
Seattle, Green Bay, New Orleans, Dallas, Minnesota (wild card), Atlanta (wild card)
NFC Champions: New Orleans Saints
AFC West
1. San Diego Chargers
2. Oakland Raiders
3. Denver Broncos
4. Kansas City Chiefs
AFC Central
1. Baltimore Ravens
2. Cincinnati Bengals
3. Pittsburgh Steelers
4. Cleveland Browns
AFC South
1. Indianapolis Colts
2. Houston Texans
3. Tennessee Titans
4. Jacksonville Jaguars
AFC East
1. NY Jets
2. New England Patriots
3. Miami Dolphins
4. Buffalo Bills
AFC Playoff teams:
San Diego, Baltimore, Indianapolis, NY Jets, Houston (wild card), New England (wild card)
AFC Champion: Baltimore
Super Bowl: New Orleans Saints vs Baltimore Ravens
Super Bowl champs: New Orleans Saints

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

College Football is Here Again - Fearless Predicitons


The 2010 college football season officially begins tomorrow, as my alma mater - USC - kicks off against the University of Hawaii in an ESPN nationally televised game.
Little did ESPN and even many around USC realize a year ago that this game would be full of drama. Not because of the traditonal strength of the opponent -- Hawaii is a good program, but not an elite one and hardly on the same pedestal as a USC -- but because of the changes that have happened.
USC starts the season with a new coach, under the oversight of a new Athletic Director, hampered by the suffocating sactions handed down by the NCAA thanks to the transgressions of one Reggie Bush back in 2004/2005. It's a team thin in depth, as players leaving the program have left it under-manned. It's a team suddenly with no identity. The Pete Carrol "brashness" is now gone. Lane Kiffin comes to the program with a load of negative baggage associated with his being fired by the NFL's Oakland Raiders, and more recently with his jumping ship after one year of coaching the Tennessee Volunteers. His name in Oakland and in the state of Tennessee is mud. And in Florida, too, where Kiffin launched a verbal battle against Urban Meyer, the University of Florida coach, that seldom showed him in the light of good sporstmanship. He's been known to be sour and combative. Will his team reflect that persona?
So what to expect from USC this season as they scramble out of all the pre-season drama? And, more widely, what about the other universities hunting for that elusive national champrionship that USC will probably be stripped of, too.
In my opininon...
While USC has still significant talent from the Pete Carroll recruiting years, it's psyche is going to be an issue. It is a team that has nothing to play for except pride. Pride can be a great motivator, but it can also loose out to the real tangible goal of reaching a championship -- which will be what motivates some of the teams on USC's schedule. They are also incredibly short-handed, and any injury to the front line players could be debilitating.
If USC goes 10-3, it will be a major miracle. The reality is that this is easily a 9-4 or 8-5 team. To the Trojan fans spoiled by success, that record sounds embarrassing. But it's reality check time, and Kiffin will prove something indeed if he can keep these Trojans above water.
With USC completely out of the PAC-10 and national championship picture, this is what I predict will happen as we go thru the season:
PAC 10 Champion: Oregon State. This is their year. Stanford could sneak up there, but OSU is poised for success. Oregon is overrated.
BCS Championship game: Florida vs Ohio State. It will be tough for Alabama to repeat, and while I think Oklahoma has the guns, their schedule will hurt them. Florida will win.
Dark Horse to win it all: Bosie State. We'll see how good they are right away -- they play against Virginia Tech on opening weekend.
Heisman Trophy Winner: If Stanford does beat out Oregon State for the Pac-10, then I'd say Andrew Luck. But more than likely, this is Terrell Pryor's award to lose. He'll win big games for Ohio State to put them in position to win the title.
Finally, USC's record: Same as last year. 9-4. They will lose to Oregon State, Oregon, Stanford and Arizona.
Let's see how right or wrong I am...

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Season for Broken Hearts




Fall is coming.

And I can already see the double-meaning of that word. Yes, it is a term that names the season of Autumn. It is also a word used to describe a collapse. In the case of the two sports teams I follow closely, it may be the right word indeed.

Currently, the Texas Rangers sit atop the American League Western Division with an 8-game lead over the Oakland A's and the Anaheim (they're NOT L.A.!)Angels. That seems reasonably safe, considering it's the largest division lead in the majors. But the Rangers have a history of falling apart in August and September, and signs of that are starting to show. Their offense has gone stagnant, managing 2, 1, and 2 runs the last three games on their way to losing three of their last four. More worrisome, their best player (Josh Hamilton) is hampered by a flare up of knee tendinitis, and their second baseman is sidelined with an injury that could keep him out of the line-up for a month. The latest ramification of this is that they lost to the worst team in their division, 3-2, by getting only four hits the entire game. Against a BAD team.

I smell it. The fall is coming. The Rangers are going to break my heart this year, I just know it.

The USC Trojans have already broken my heart. Their fall from excellence on the football field is taking place in front of our very eyes. Struck harshly by NCAA sanctions prohibiting them from playing in a bowl game the next two years (yes, they are appealing), the team is being hit hard by player defections. They are not the feared juggernaut they were for seven years under Pete Carroll, and with a new coach who has won only twelve games in his entire career, the beast that was the USC Trojans is likely to be more a stray cat. All because of the misguided and foolish actions of a few.

This, too, will make Fall a less fun time.

Not that any of this is super important. The war in Afghanistan, the pandemic of cancer that still grips the world, and the latest escapades of Lindsey Lohan make these two things pale in comparison.

But the heart is not a rational organ, so even the inane can become a big thing. Yes, it's August 3rd, and maybe when October rolls around and the Rangers are in the World Series and USC is undefeated and heading toward a big year, some of you will say -- "See, Ralph, you should have more faith."

Believe me, I wish I did. In many aspects.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Warriors Don't Always Win


Indulge me a moment to talk about baseball on a hot summer day, and to in particular focus on the team I follow most closely; The Texas Rangers.
The Rangers made news (and some noise) when they acquired Cliff Lee, a stud pitcher who last year was 4-0 in the playoffs, to help them win their first division title since 1999. When the Rangers acquired Lee, they led the American League Western Division by 5 1/2 games.
Tonight, Lee pitched his second game for the Rangers. In his first game, he went a full nine innings, taking a loss as the Baltimore Orioles touched him up for six runs. The Rangers lost, 6-0, and their division lead slipped to 4 1/2 games. Lee also pitched a full nine innings tonight, and thru 8 2/3rds of that, he was winning. He led the game 2-1 and was one out away from beating the Boston Red Sox in Boston's fabled Fenway Park. The Rangers, who have a closer that has notched 25 saves, opted to let Lee finish out the game instead of bringing in their fresh, untired arm to close it out.
Lee gave up a hit that tied the game. WITH TWO OUTS!!! The Rangers would eventually lose the game in 11 innings. Their division lead now down to 3 1/2 to the Anaheim Angels (no, that's not a mis-print -- to me, they are NOT and will never be the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim... who came up with that???).
Lee has gone the distance twice since the trade. He has battled and scuffed thru 18 innings to try and give his new team's bullpen a rest while trying to get wins. It has not worked out. There is no doubt he is a warrior out there on the mound. But it's baseball, and the ball takes funny bounces, and so the much bally-hoo'd trade so far is but a mere whimper almost lost in the hot days of summer. Not a titanic game-changer that will lead the Rangers to a championship, as has been predicted by many.
A tip of the hat to Mr. Lee for showing a resilient nature. But a word of advice (like I really know anything about this stuff, but...) to Texas: next time, bring in your closer when you have a chance to end the game. Because if I have to live thru another year of the Angels making the playoffs, I'd just as soon not watch the playoffs at all!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Finally checking in to my own blog after a month of silence. I have some things to muse on, in the very trivial and diversion-stealing worlds of entertainment and sports. Just some quick thoughts...


THE GOOD

I beat "Red Dead Redemption's" single player game. It was the best game I've played since "Mass Effect 2," and now I am addicted to the multi-player aspect of it as well. I have found myself many a times at 2 in the morning cleaning out gang hide-outs as if I were a true "lawbringer" in the Old West. So if you're ever on XBox playing Red Dead Redemption's multi-player, look for Rogue Pilot 2 (my gamertag on XBox Live) and I'll be the Lawbringer dealing out justice with my trust .45...



Also, I was very happy to see that finally, after four seasons, "Friday Night Lights" has received the worthy recognition it has deserved since the beginning of its run on television. Its lead actors, Kyle Chandler and Connie Britton, received Emmy nominations for Best Actor and Best Actress, respectively, in a Drama Series. The series was also nominated for a Best Writing in a Drama Series Emmy as well. This has been a show that has been a favorite of mine since it first came on the television stage, and it always puzzled me that its quality was seemingly unrecognized. But not anymore. Good luck to them! They are all competing in tough categories.



Ditto, by the way, to the nominees for HBO's "The Pacific." The mini-series received a total of 24 Emmy nominations, but I am particularly focused on the Best Director in a Mini-Series category, as the directors for Episodes 8 and 9 of "The Pacific" are going head-to-head against each other. While I think that Part 9 was an exceptionally powerful piece, I was more moved by the humanity of Part 8, and it's slight detour from war drama to character introspection and romance.

THE BAD







The unbelieveable circus created around the "where will LeBron James go?" The All-Star NBA player made himself bigger than the sport he plays in, and was aided in this by a television network (ESPN) equally willing to elevate itself above the sport it covers. Both conspired to milk and unravel a drama that at its core was about all the things in human nature we seldom applaud: selfishness, greed and hypocrisy. For two weeks of the "open free agent period," James held court to several teams that came callng to him, seemingly on hands on knees, to beg for his commitment to play for anyone of them. His contract was up at Cleveland, and while the Cavaliers were willing to pony up a lot ... I mean, A LOT... of money to keep him, James wanted to see if he could find a shinier toy to play with. Never mind that Cleveland was his home town, that the fans loved and identified with him after seven years of his playing there, or that the team he played for did everything to cater to his every need and whim -- down to asking his advice as to how to decorate the team's locker room. No, James wanted to see if he could find a new place to play where he could have a better chance to win a championship. ESPN agreed to do a one-hour, prime-time television special that would cover James' final decision. Really? It's as if the movie "Network" was suddenly a reality. The whole thing just left a real sour taste in my mouth for what the business of sports has turned into. It's a "me-me!" world and let's all rally to support that.


The reality to me is that championships are part of your measure of a player or a franchise. The other is how you play the game and who you are. I know that sounds corny, and certainly there is precedent to show that some players of the past have lacked much in character or commitment to their teams and yet have gone down in history as great players. But they are the exception and not the rule. And sometimes, fittingly, they are victims of their own created karma (how's that interception in the NFC Championship game feeling now, Brett Favre?). The New York Yankees have always been pointed to by those who embrace that sports is a business as a clear of example of "buying a championship." But despite the Yankees' aggressivenss in stocking up free agents, its core was always the heart that kept the team alive. Jeter. Posada. Rivera. Pettit. As much as I don't care for the Yankees, they had a core of players who came up together in the organization and who formed the glue that led them to so many championships. It was not the acquisition of a big name at the trading deadline that got the Yankees their rings, it was the guys that came up thru the years and showed up big-time in big games.


LeBron thinks he is big-time. I think he is small-time.


THE UGLY


After four years of "investigation," the NCAA (the governing body that oversees college football) has determined that the University of Southern California violated rules of amateur sportsmanship and thus has inflicted harsh sanctions on the program. The football team at USC is ineligible to play in a bowl game for two years. They must give up 30 scholarships over the course of the next three years. And they must "vacate" all wins in the 2004 season, including potentially the January 2005 game where USC clobbered Oklahoma, 55-19 and won the national championship. It is well documented by those who follow the sport how this came to pass. One player -- arguably USC's best player at the time, Reggie Bush -- received improper benefits from would-be sports agent trying to sign him up for when he turned professional. Bush's parents had a large home in San Diego paid for by these agents; Bush received some cash and airplane tickets for friends to travel to and from football games he played in. The NCAA concluded in their report that USC should have known about this. Bush was the big-time player on their team, with all sorts of attention coming his way. How could they have not known? And they allege that the running backs coach for the school did indeed know about it.
Never mind that the NCAA decided to come down hard on USC, a glittery and attention-gathering program, in order to show their enforcement teeth -- the level of the crime seemed unfit to the punishment. It was not the school that gave Bush and his family benefits. It wasn't even over-zealous alumni. It was a couple of fringe agents looking to score. The school should have been more aware -- well, Pete Carroll as the head coach should have been more aware -- that this was potentially happening to one of his players. And the school accepts this and complies that taking a year probation without a bowl is a punishment commensurate to this crime. But two years? 30 scholarships? Oh, and an even bigger stipulation by the NCAA associated with all of this -- Juniors and Seniors in the program can leave the school and go to another team without having to do the mandatory one-year "sit" that is part of the rules of transferring. Ouch. It's inviting an exodus of players.
The result of all this is that to date, four players have bolted from the program (none of them starters or front-line players), a very coveted high school recruit has de-committed from coming to USC and will now play for the University of Miami, and the USA Today college coaches' poll will not include USC in their rankings every week. This has just stirred the pot of USC "haters" who can't wait to line up and yell from the roof tops the end of the Trojan dynasty that saw 7 straight PAC-10 championships and eight straight bowl apperances dominate the football landscape. ESPN has at least one story a day about the hard times at USC. UCLA and the University of Tennessee (who lost their coach, Lane Kiffin, to USC after Pete Carroll left for the Seattle Seahawks) are absolutely giddy with excitement at the prospect of somebody else's (a rival's) misery.
What's ugly here? The frothing of the mouth that comes with sheer hatred. It is puzzling to me how in a world where we see so many problems because of lack of tolerence or hatred, that in a sport that is supposed to give us an escape from all that, we just continue to unleash our weaknesses as a people. The venom you read in blogs, hear on the radio and see on television seems more like the diatribe of people on a war rant. Why? At the end of the day, the final score in a football game (or a baseball game or a basketball game) will certainly give you a glow of pride in your association with that team if they win, or a cloud of disappointment in they lose, but it is hardly... hardly... a reason to threaten people's lives. And if you think I am blowing that up, just ask Lane Kiffin's wife about the death threats on her cell phone, or the fires started outside her home, within mere feet of where her children slept. Right.
Sports. The new Roman Coliseum gladiator fights.

Until next time...



Sunday, June 6, 2010

An Unfairly Battered Film?

I realize this is the second straight post dealing with a Star Wars film, but hopefully you'll bear with me because I came to a surprising realization:

Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones is actually a good movie.


Yes, I know -- it's one of the "dreaded" prequels. Bashing Star Wars prequels has become as commonplace as iPhone apps. And while there is weight to the thought that none of those three movies ever lived up to the expectations of the legions of Star Wars fans who lived and died by the limelight of the original trilogy, there is also credible evidence that there was some artistic merit to be found in these much-maligned movies.

I found myself watching Clones on a lazy Sunday night with not much else to do. And I found myself, well... engaged. I had not seen the film in a long time, although its plot is certainly no mystery. Still, what seemed to draw me to it was - gasp! - its characters. The film was actually about something, and the characters were truly grappling with that something. What that something turned out to be was the concept of responsibility and growing into maturity (or not).

Simply, Attack of the Clones is a movie about adolesence. It's about the maturing of a confused boy... and, in parallel, the maturing of a confused nation (in this case, the Galactic Republic). If you think of the movie thru this prism, you'll find yourself admiring its construct.

Anakin Skywalker is torn by three things; (1) his frustrating scholarly learning of the Jedi ways, (2) his far-away mother who he misses, and (3) the girl that cranks up his teen hormones and who he would love to make his girlfriend. He's lost in his emotions, and he's trying to find a way out, while being lectured to be responsible about how he goes about this. It turns out, in the end, Anakin lacks the maturity to really cope with his feelings. This fact is obscured and betrayed by his physical and heroic exploits that give the impression he is a being in control. He's not. His mother's death crushed his heart, and he's now driven not to have his soul ripped away as well by losing the girl he loves. He is on the verge of becoming obsessive, which is what will lead to his downfall in the next film. All of this is crafted quite well in the film, despite some infamous bad dialogue ("I am haunted by the kiss you should not have given me" - who talks like that???). But the smattering of less than ideal dialogue still fails to derail the movie from its headlong purpose -- to show a very vulnerable human being trying to do the right thing.

Simultaneously, the Galactic Republic is trying to figure out how to do the right thing for its citizens and member worlds. They have been in a prolonged conflict with a separatist movement that is eroding political stability in the galaxy. To date, the Republic is a peaceful entity with no army. But there are those in the Senate who would like the Republic to react to this separatist threat with arms. The famed Jedi Knights have been trying to hold the line, but even they are not enough. And now there are whispers that the Jedi's old nemesis, the Sith, may be rising again. What is the responsible thing to do here? Especially when it is revealed that an army of clones has secretly been under "construction" for nearly a decade, ordered into existence by a long-dead Jedi operating apparently as a rogue... or perhaps as an instrument of a scheme devised by those seeking power. Power that will be backed up by force... by a shiny new army.

All of this comes to a head in one final battle, in the tradition of all Star Wars films. There's a lot of loud boom-booms, fancy effects, and off-the-cuff comments from the ambulatory peanut gallery of these films -- the droids, C-3PO and R2D2.

But once again, it is the characters that made all of this work, and kept honest to the film's central theme. Ewan McGregor is just plain solid in his performance as Obi-Wan Kenobi. He almost single-handedly picks up the film and carries it on his shoulders. Hayden Christiansen struggles to emote with depth the flooding feelings of Anakin Skywaker, but he manages to get through it without doing a dis-service to the underlying content of his character. And he does rise in one chilling moment where we see a glimpse of the future -- of the being that will become Darth Vader. Natalie Portman as Senator Padme Amidala, Anakin's true love, is at her best here. She fumbled a bit in the first film, The Phantom Menace, and was less than inspired in her performance in the third film, Revenge of the Sith. But here, she really brings this character home, who is also torn by responsibility. From her commitment to prevent the Republic from assembling arms, to her questioning of her relationship with Anakin, she truly shines as a focal point in the story.

So for those who batter this film to a pulp, I say... maybe you're just responding to a popular exercise of poo-poo'ing the prequels and not really seeing what's there. George Lucas had something to say here to his audience, and I think he said it well.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Graduation, Marine Corps, and Empire...


Thirty years ago today, I was a week away from my college graduation, and a week and a half away from shipping out to Marine Corps OCS (Officer Candidate School). With all of these changes and transitions looming in my life, I was spending a good portion of the day with friends standing in line at The Egyptian Theater in Hollywood, waiting to see the new Star Wars movie: "The Empire Strikes Back" on its opening day. I was in line with my buddy, Jeff, who would ship out to Quantico with me as well, and Cathy, who spent almost the entire time studying for a big final the next day (she was a junior, so grades still mattered!).
What was supposed to be a fair distraction turned into a great moment.
Like most of the movie-going world at the time, I had enjoyed and loved the first Star Wars film. In the three years since its premiere in 1977, Star Wars had already become a cultural brand. But that did not mean that a sequel would capture the ingenuity and excitement of that first film. Personally, I had been a bit cynical about sequels, let alone one to a movie that had set such a strong bar right out of the gate. Sequels were not as prolific as they are today, but in the late 70's, the trend was starting. "Jaws," " The Godfather," etc. were spawning a litter of them, and here comes Star Wars with theirs. And when I saw a publicity picture in TIME magazine of a creature named "Yoda," I thought to myself -- "Really? A puppet in Star Wars?" Oy.
My cyncism started to give way to enthusiasm as I entered the theater and the audience started to buzz almost like a concert crowd right before the Rolling Stones come out on stage. I had not experienced this level of anticipation from an audience ever. And when the lights went down and there was a communal holler that deafened the 20th Century Fox logo fanfare, I realized this was no ordinary night at the movies.
And then the movie started.
By the time Han Solo dizzily steered the Millenium Falcon into the asteroid belt, spouting his gambler's idiom, "never tell me the odds," I turned to Cathy and said -- "this is the best film ever." She laughed and said, "give it time to fail."
It never did.
"The Empire Strikes Back" delivered on expectations and then some! How often can you say that of life? It was just a movie, but it was also a great ride. And as we know now, it was the second in a chain of movies that have become part of people's lifestyles. Star Wars is arguably a lifestyle, and its success in achieving this status would not have happened if Empire had sucked.
A week later, my parents flew out from Miami, FL to watch me get my diploma after four years at USC, which cost them a hearty $30,000. (This year, my son graduated from USC and the tally for that was $200,000! Oh, inflation, thou art a harsh mistress! Thank you, Financial Aid!) Three days after that, I was on a Delta Airlines jet headed for Washington DC, and the Marines.
Thirty years ago this week.
My parents have since passed away. My brief stint in the Corps is a memory. But The Empire Strikes Back is still very much a part of my geek-leaning life. And I don't regret it.
Why do you think I'm Rogue Pilot????

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Pre-release Mayhem


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

Today I went to my first Magic: The Gathering pre-release tournament in easily six years. A new set is due this week, "Rise of the Edlrazi," and as MTG has once again become I a game I play often (thanks to a growing trend at work), I decided to go. There were 37 other players attending -- and that was just the morning shift. another tournament was scheduled for the afternoon.

Well, the good news -- I pulled a couple of pretty "sick" cards. Definitely future staples for my deck building. The bad news -- boy, did I get schooled! These players are almost like pro's. Before I could blink, I was 0-4 in my matches. Ouch!

Granted, a couple of the games were close. But, when the dust cleared, I had been humbled. Still, I liked the dueling deck I built. It was blue-white with the new "leveler" cards.

Now, for those of you who know nothing about Magic The Gathering, I'm sure if I were to go on and explain what occurred in my matches, I'd more than lose you. For those of you who know the game, let's just say the new "level up" cards are a lot of fun. For example, you can turn a one-mana 1/1 creature into a 3/3 First Strike beast by turn two. Little guys go grow up fast! The key to this new set is mana-acceleration, because you need mana to level up creatures, and you needs LOTS OF IT to bring out the humongous Eldrazi creatures.

Seldom have I had a good time while having my competitive head handed to me...

What is not making my competitive heart happy is the fact that my Texas Rangers have now lost four games in a row. A promising 5-3 start has turned suddenly into a 5-7 disappointment. Ugh... Of course, it didn't help that they played their last three games against the defending world champion New York Yankees at Yankee Stadium. Time for my boyz to regroup!

Speaking of regrouping, our work softball team, The Machinima Isotopes, have a game to play! We have a losing streak to halt! Time to go play softball. Until the next time...



Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Back from Jury Duty

Well, I've been absent from this blog for over two weeks as I sat on a jury of which I could say nothing about, until we delivered a verdict.

Which we did today.

What an experience. First time for me. And I can honestly say, as much as I was dreading it, and as annoying as it was to have to juggle this and work at a time when I needed to be at work full time, I still got alot out of my service. Partially because the case itself was interesting, and also because my fellow jurors were a good group -- a smart and interesting group.

Without going into too much detail, I was on a case where the Plaintiff was suing a major corporation to the tune of 15 million dollars because he believed the corporation was responsible for his terminal illness, which he allegedly contracted when using the corporation's asbestos-laden products back in the 1970's. The disease was mesothileoma, which has a latency period of 30 to 40 years. It is believed to be caused mostly by asbestos. But, as I learned, there are many different types of asbestos. Scientists are in some disagreement about which types are carcinogenic. The accepted belief, tho, is that the short-fiber asbestos is less likely to cause illness than the long-fiber asbestos. And this corporation produced asbestos made of only the short fiber variety. So that argument was a focal point of the case.

But to us, the jury, the most important factor in the case, which led to our verdict, was that no substantial proof was ever given for the plaintiff actually USING the corporation's product. There was no record, receipt, or witness of the plaintiff using the product. The Plaintiff's lawyers argued that the product was on the shelves for the Plaintiff to buy and use as he did his handyman work that included working with asbestos drywall compounds, but they could never point to one single instance even when he had actually used the product in question.

We deliberated approximately an hour to reach our verdict. We of course felt horrible for the Plaintiff, as he has a death sentence. But we could not justify his claims based on obvious issues with not meeting the burden of proof.

I have simplified the details here probably just to give you a quick feel for what the case was about. But there were two weeks filled with drama, boredom, excitement and curiosity. My recommendation to you all if you get called to serve on a jury -- don't be afraid of the experience It's not that bad and I felt like a learned a lot. And made some new friends!

While I was on jury duty, baseball season started! My Texas Rangers are 5-3 after the first eight games of the season. I'm very happy with that start. They could be 7-1, except their closer blew two ninth-inning saves. Needless to say, they have a new closer!

I am ready to embrace baseball season. :)


Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Law & Order hits home.

Sort of.

This week I had to report to the Los Angeles Superior Court to serve jury duty. I was hoping I'd come in on Monday, either not have my name called, or if I did go through the selection process, that I'd be denied.

I'm good at getting denied. Just look at the string of "no's" I've gotten from the last cadre of women I have asked out.

At any rate, I showed up on Monday, and before 9:30 AM, I had been called to a jury "panel." A group of some forty of us were herded into a courtroom where we were introduced to a judge and an attorney team for the plaintiff, and attorney teams for multiple defendants. There was a pretty major civil case about to get underway, and we were all candidates for the jury that would deliberate this case. I can say no more, as I am sworn to secrecy from this moment on until the case reaches a verdict. Until I and 11 others reach a verdict.

What is not secret is the selection process. We went though two days of juror interviews. After being briefed on the very broad strokes of the case, we had to fill out a questionnaire. Then, with the results of the questionnaire as ammunition, the attorneys probed and prodded at us to see who had biases and who could stand impartial. I was a little disappointed that I was asked no -- zero -- questions. Probably my fault that I always did well on school tests. I was probably too efficient with my questionnaire or something.

Well, by the end of the second day, I was chosen. We now have a full jury and we start trial tomorrow, April 1st. It would be nice if somebody came out from the back of the court and yelled, "April Fools!" and we all got to go home. But, no such luck. This case is for real, and expected to go about two-and-a-half weeks. When it's over, I hope I have an interesting story to tell here.

In the meantime, as I can, I'll dabble in my usual musings.

This week's episode of "The Pacific" was disappointing. In trying to show the human side of the Marines as they were away from the war, it only succeeded in marking time until the next battle. The characters still haven't caught my attention the way the characters in "Band of Brothers" did. And I'm sure comparing the two mini-series is probably unfair, but it can't be helped, especially when it was promoted pretty much as the next "Band of Brothers..."

Spring football practice has started at USC, and while in the past I've been excited, because Pete Carroll is no longer there, and there's a coach with (in my opinion) questionable character now running the team, it's just not the same. I just can't get that excited.

On the other hand, baseball season is about to start. My team, the Texas Rangers, won 87 games last season and came second in their division. I'm hoping this is the year they get over the top, but their pitchers are still very young and they've lost some sock in their bats over the last couple of years. But I can't wait to see their first game. I'm hoping Josh Hamilton makes a big comeback, Michael Young plays like Michael Young, and their new starting pitcher, Rich Harden, does what he hasn't done in the last two years -- get thru a whole season without getting hurt! Then, they'll have a shot!

Easter is this weekend. I'm not sure what I'm doing yet. I'm flirting with the idea of getting out of town for the weekend. We'll see.


RP

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Saturday night, March 27th.

Tonight I gave in to "temptation" and joined a Fantasy Baseball League (yeah, well, perhaps not the most exciting of all temptation options out there for a Saturday night, but...)

This particular league's rules included naming your team after a TV show. In thinking about all the TV series I could have named my team after, I found myself not taking too long to arrive at a decision.

"China Beach."

Now for those who would have guessed "Star Trek," you would have been right if that guess had come before 1990. No question I grew up a "Trekkie," even attending a Star Trek convention (gasp!) when I was in high school. But after stumbling onto "China Beach" one night in 1990 -- I had actually avoided it thinking that (from the network promos) the series was just a re-dux of "M*A*S*H," but with a cheesy take on the nurses as opposed to the point of view of the doctors -- I realized my cynicism was misplaced.

"China Beach" became my favorite television series of all time. Some would argue that it was mostly because Dana Delany looked good in olive green (which she did!). But those who think me that shallow, be wrong. There was a richness to how "China Beach" approached its subject matter, delving into the psychology of a war gone mad. It's protagonists were far from perfect; in fact, they were all wounded souls who - ironically - were assigned to cure those wounded by the war. It's style and pace was cinematic; not giving in to the regular by-the-numbers beat of most episodic TV series. Our eyes into this world of Vietnam and the surrealism in which it was depicted were provided by a tremendously performing cast. And while Dana's "McMurphy" character stood at the center of the 'Nam hurricane, it was Robert Picardo's "Dr. Richard" that struck a chord with me, giving me a surrogate from whom I could experience their stories with a sense of -- "I know that guy; I can relate..."

So then I started thinking, what ARE my favorite TV shows of all time? And in listing them in my head, do they follow a pattern? Do they thematically stick together. What does it say about my tastes?

For fun, then, here are my Top 10 favorite TV shows of all time. You tell me if they say something about me:

1. China Beach
2. Star Trek (the original series)
3. Once & Again
4. 12 O'clock High
5. ER (the first 4 seasons)
6. Moonlighting
7. Coupling (the original BBC series)
8. The Mary Tyler Moore Show
9. Battlestar Galactica (the Sci-Fi Channel remake)
10. Jericho

Now, there are some current series that could crack that Top 10 and perhaps displace one or two up there. Those include Friday Night Lights, The Big Bang Theory and Law & Order. We'll see...

Ok, enough frivolity for a Saturday night (oops, wait -- I see by the clock it's Sunday already). Somebody stop me!

:)


RP

Friday, March 26, 2010



Who has seen "The Pacific" on HBO? It's produced by the same producing team (Tom Hanks/Steven Spielberg) that brought us the now-classic and beloved "Band of Brothers."
"The Pacific" is no "Band of Brothers." Yet.
I'm not saying that new series is creatively or entertainingly sub-par. It's actually very, very good. It's just that by this time (by the start of Episode 3) in "Band of Brothers," we had started to saddle up with affinity to characters like Winters, and Malarky, and Luz. Those guys were common kids thrown together to rise to an elite level (the parachute infantry) in order to go on a great crusade: leap into the darkest night over Nazi-occupied Europe to liberate the continent.
The Marines in the "Pacific" are different. Like the real theater of operations they served in, this was not so much a great crusade as it was a struggle for survival. Their crusade was to battle not only the enemy, but the jungle, and diseases like malaria and colera. It was a grittier, dirtier, sweatier war. The show reflects that, and for some reason, this makes our point of connecting with the characters very different than with those of "Band of Brothers."
The acting is first rate, and I think it's just going to take a while to warm up to these guys. We'll see what the next episodes bring, as at some point, these marines will comb the entire Pacific, landing in now-legenadry places like Iwo Jima and Okinawa.
Those names are familiar to me because I had to study them during my own brief stint in the United States Marine Corps.
Yup. That's right. I joined in 1979, and that's a whole different topic for a whole different blog. Let's just say when it gets really hot in the sumer, I still instinctively regress back to the memories of what we used to call "black flag" days in Quantico, Va. My days at OCS (Officer Candidate School). There was such opressing heat on the shores of the Potomac, that the sweat became an actual WEIGHT on your body. Someday I'll tell you about my time at Charlie Five...
On a different topic, my NCAA bracket picks were money until last night, when Syracuse lost! That's one of my Fianl Four picks going down the tubes. Argh.
Semper Fi!
RP

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


Okay --
What does everybody think about Chris Evans being named the new Captain America?
Frankly, I thought he turned in the best work of all his fellow actors in the two "Fantastic Four" moves. Granted, that's not saying a lot as the first movie had moments and the second was just bad.
The interesting thing here is that down the road, as Marvel prepares to have all these movies feed into the big "Avengers" film, Chris Evans will have to play a lot off of Robert Downey, Jr, as Captain America and Ironman are very much intertwined in the canon of the Avengers. The plus side for me on this -- these actors seem to approach this material without taking themselves too seriously. There's a bit of lightness and toungue in cheek in some of their performances, becoming only intense when the moment in the story calls for it.
So, my first response is I sort of like this pick...
Thoughts?

Monday, March 22, 2010


Ok, so the name "rogue pilot" comes from many influences...


My fascination since early childhood with planes.


I watched "12 O'clock High" with my Dad when I was like 5 and was mesmerized by the tales of bomber pilots flying thru dangerous skies over Europe in World War II. It was a fascination that has weirdly stayed with me all my life. I once flew to England (in 1992) with a tour of bomber crew veterans just so I could be part of their memories and experience the places they used to fly to war from. Maybe somewhere inside my head I have this romantic notion that there is such a thing as reincarnation, and than in a previous life, I was a bomber pilot.


Hmmm...

Also, there was "Star Wars." The pilots who flew against those big elephant-like walkers in "The Empire Strikes Back" were part of "Rogue Squadron." This character, Wedge Antilles, who had flown against the Death Star in the first "Star Wars" movie, was back in this movie, and I always thought if I were a character in "Star Wars," I would be Wedge Antilles. To that end, my Gamertag on XBox Live is "Rogue Pilot 2," which was sort of Wedge's call sign ("Rogue Two").


So now you have the entomolgy of why I like to use the moniker, "rogue pilot."


I feel that this is not what a normal 52-year-old man with almost 30 years of a professional career behind him and two college degrees, ususally talks like. Star Wars, XBox Live gamertag handles, etc. I feel like I'm decades younger. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it's a bad thing when I like to play maybe more than I should. ;)


Classic example: Today. The day started as I joined a Monday morning staff meeting at work with the senior executives of my company. We discussed strategy and important company goals. A short time after that, I was immersed in figuring out a budget puzzle that included reconciling costs for production that would be influenced not only by resources here in the United States, but also by international partners. Toward the end of the day, I went to the gym to keep my health-consciousness on-going. And yet, after that, I joined several twenty-somethings at my work conference room, after-hours, to play a spirited game of "Magic the Gathering." The card game.


That's sort of me. I play not only that game (and have sort of helped energize a group of players at work to play in these game tournaments on a bi-weekly basis), but also XBox, now PS3 after my recent purchase, Star Wars miniatures, D&D and the occasional Monopoly.


Now, that doesn't mean that I have interests exclusively in what the mainsteram would call "nerds-ville." Yes, I can relate to "The Big Bang Theory." But, I also am addicted to footbabll, mostly college. After all, if you g to a school like USC (University of Southern California), you can't help but pay attention to football! I also play sports when I get a chance. I follow baseball as well. I'm a Texas Rangers fan. Why? Don't know. I like them; they're not a team of giant, ego-driven superstars. Michael Young is the example of the baeball player I like.



Maybe now you are starting to get a quick snapshot of me.


Next time, I'll start talking about what I'm thinking about. What's curious to me. Comments on what's happening in the world. Health care. Volcanoes going off. "The Pacific" on HBO.


Women.


'till then...


RP

Thursday, March 18, 2010

This may be more for me than for you, because maybe - really -- who cares what I think? Right? Isn't there a certain vanity to believing that what you post is something that will be of value to others? That you've been gifted with delivering sudden gems of enlightment? But then again, if we are learning anything from this information and now the social-networking age, is that shared experiences do help create a sense of community.

Given that small piece of justification, I'll embark on this journey to muse about things that matter to me, and hopefully in turn, may for various diffferent reasons also matter to you.

Why "rogue pilot?" A long story, which I will tell when it's not 1:40 AM and I have to be up in less than six hours for work. Coming up next, the actual first post. This is just a miniscule introduction; think of it as a "nano-blog." I will leave you with a few little teasers --

If you like --

Movies
Video games
Football
Baseball
Traveling overseas
The curiosity of politics
Star Wars
History
Television
Sex
Love
Money

Then stick around...