A Year of Self-Parity
It's the hoariest cliché in sports, trotted out in both roman à jock novels of the highest literary pretensions (see The Natural) and the basest low-budget sports movies (see Air Bud, Aspen Extreme, The Bad News Bears, Bagger Vance, and so on). The underdog, against all odds, snatches victory from the jaws of defeat. Repeat as necessary. It makes for good melodrama, but, as last year proved, not necessarily for good sports. Let's hit the rewind button and take a look at the stranger-than-fiction highlights of 2002.
- Double-digit underdogs, the New England Patriots win the Super Bowl on a closing-seconds drive on which even John Madden suggests that they should have taken the knee and played for overtime. But Adam Vinatieri's 48-yard game-winning field goal doesn't even top his own personal highlight reelthat goes to an even more improbable snowy 45-yarder to force overtime in the AFC playoffs, after a ref's inscrutable call gave the Pats a second life.
- In May, the New Jersey Nets, they of the Curse of Dr. J., show that no lead is safe, and blow a 26-point cushion against the Boston Celtics, in game three of the Eastern Conference finals. Do the Nets fold their tents? Did Rocky tell Burgess Meredith to shut the fuck up and go back to watching Matlock? Did Rudy hit the computer lab instead of the weight room? Hell, no. The Nets stormed back and took the series in six heart-stopping games. Let's not let the fact that Shaquille O'Neal and the Lakers crushed them like bugs in the finals detract from that moment.
- The Carolina Hurricanesyou remember the now extinct Hartford Whalerswhich had exactly one NHL playoff series in its less-than-glorious past, got some hot goaltending from Kevin Weekes and Arturs Irbe and made it all the way to the finals. They put a scare in the Detroit Red Wings, before also getting crushed like, well, you know.
- And finally, consider the California Angels. Entering the season, the Angels had never won a single, solitary post-season series. But in this topsy-turvy year, they upended the Yankees and steamrollered the even-more-surprising Minnesota Twins. Then they earned their championship wings in a most improbable fashion, digging themselves out of a 5-0 hole against a San Francisco Giant bullpen, which had been stingier than Carl Pohlad, to take the Series in seven.
Taken individually, each of these moments had a certain Cinderella-at-the-ball excitement. Taken together, they illustrate that we've entered the Age of Parity in professional sports. And that's not necessarily a good thing.
While Americans embrace the concept of competitive balancein theory, you and I have the same chance as George W. Bush of winning the 2004 presidential electionin this incarnation it's less about democracy than economics.
The NBA, the NHL, and major league baseball have taken a cue from the NFL, looking at the league's enviable balance sheet and chalking its success up to parity. Who's the best team in football? The Eagles? The Raiders? The Bucs? The Dolphins? The Packers? The Jets? The Giants? Who knows? The only thing that's certain is that for the second year in a row, the defending AFC and NFC champions will watch the playoffs from the comfort of their own living rooms. The NFL is moving toward the inevitable: a season in which every team finishes 8-8 and all the playoff berths are decided by a series of coin flips. (Mel Kuiper Jr.: "He's slow and undersized, and during the Virginia Tech game a physics major burned him for two long TDs, but using a controversial heads-only strategy, free safety Jermaine Holloway won 22 of 37 coin flips during his college career, so he should go in the mid to late first round to a team looking for a designated flipper.")
If you're a team owner or a television programmer, parity is a good thing. Parity ensures a kind of unofficial revenue sharing: Every team gets the boost in season ticket sales and merchandising that comes with a good run. Salary capswhich are the driving force behind parityhelp hold personnel costs down. And these Cinderella story lines allow TV producers to seduce casual fans with the heartwarming up-close-and-personal vignettes with Tom Brady and David Eckstein. The problem, of course, is that when parity is taken to an extreme, you turn sports into Powerball. This was the year of the lucky bounce, the freakish rally, and yes, the bad call. Taken to this extent, parity renders the regular season all but irrelevant, as long as you can get on a roll for a handful of playoff games. Were the Angels really the best team in baseballexcept for 17 games in October? Were the Patriots the best team in the NFL last year, or merely the luckiest? And while we're on the subject, note that the balance of power in the NBA for the next decade will probably be decided by ping-pong balls in this spring's LeBron James draft lottery.
To find true underdogswinners who overcame real barriers instead of merely getting hot at the right timelet's look to the world of individual sports. Is there a more unlikely tale in sports than that of the Sisters Williams? Forget their almost casual dominance and remember the remarkable backstory. Two African American sisters and their crazy, scheming father and their long-suffering mother take on the white world of tennis. It sounds like a rejected pilot from the WB. But that's what came to pass. And with surprisingly little fanfare, Serena Williams dominated the world of tennis as completely as Martina Navratilova ever did, winning three slams in three tries (she skipped Australia with an injury), beating big sister each time. Or turn to the other country club sport and remember this classic golf joke: Tiger Woods shows up at Augusta after the Masters, and the starter tells him that blacks aren't allowed to play at the club. "There's a public course that's only a three-iron's distance down the road," the starter says helpfully. Tiger glares at him and says, "You must not realize who I am. I'm Tiger Woods." Realizing his mistake, the starter says, "Oh, I'm so sorry. For you it's only a seven-iron." But Tiger not only collects green jackets at Augusta, he made them move the greens. That's an upset. And finally, when it comes to bucking the odds, what could be more improbable than a cancer patient winning the most grueling athletic event four times in a row? Lance Armstrong, we are not worthy.
So you'll forgive me if I'm a little jaded about the prospects for the Super Bowl, or for that matter, the upcoming baseball season. It's not that I'm elitist, it's just that I think that a championship should take more than a dollar and a dream.
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