I’ve coached basketball and other sport at all levels, from elementary school to high school to junior college and college and also AAU. Also I am a parent and have children ranging in age from my daughter Lou Ann, she's 27, to my newest little one, just three months now, a beautiful little girl we decided to call Mary Ann after my wife and I met Mrs. Lavin at a red and white function several months ago when she graciously spent several minutes making small talk with us at the bar while the sommelier sent downstairs for another bottle of Australian Zinfandel. I have advanced degrees in psychology and philosophy and in the course of studying for my PhD in education am currently student teaching at Papa Doc Duvalier Middle School in Cite Soleil, Port-au-Prince, Haiti, which, if you know anything about Haiti, is a pretty tough school. Before I decided to go back to school to get my ed degree I ran my own company, where I managed a work force of several hundred people before selling out to Google at a large profit. So trust me, I know what I'm talking about.
In all those situations and some others I haven't mentioned - like when I was a Ranger in Vietnam and played jai alai professionally on the European circuit - there were rules. Sometimes the rules were written, sometimes they were oral, and sometimes they were unspoken. But none the less they existed and needed to be followed, except when they were honored in the breach or otherwise broken. Sometimes the rules were simple: not letting my kids stay up past 8 PM if they didn't do their homework or firing some guy because he groped his secretary in the supply closet during the annual Christmas party down at the plant. Other times things got a little murkier, like one time in Monte Carlo when I heard a rumor that my arch-rival George Montgolfier, then the number two ranking jai alai player in the world, was shaving points, or this time in the Nam when I was forced to court martial one of my officers for pushing Victor Charlie out of a helicopter during an interrogation without first cutting off his ear so that we could report an accurate body count to General Westmoreland.
My point is that nobody knows what happened. Nobody knows what sort of code of conduct Lavs has in place and no one knows the rules are or what standards the team is held to. Moreover no one knows what Sheed did, if anything. and no one knows how long whatever he did or didn't do has been going on. That's why I support Coach Lavin 100 percent, because if there weren't rules there would be anarchy. I mean how would you like it if you came home from work and you walk in the door and say honey I’m home and your neighbor Bob from across the street is there and he’s dismembered your wife and popped her in the oven because he was a little hungry and didn’t have anything in the fridge and you say jeez Bob what gives, and he shrugs and says this is anarchy, remember, no rules, and so you have to suck it up and make your own martini.
On the other hand of course the rule have to be fair. Like when I coached AAU ball I didn't throw the kids out of helicopters if they were late for practice, that would have been an over reaction, plus we didn't have a helicopter. Whereas if one of my lutes burned down a village in Laos during a recon mission it wouldn't have done much good to ground him or take away his Xbox, which I had to do to my 14-year old son Berwanger a couple of weeks ago after he and a couple of his friends got into the liquor cabinet. It’s like I told Berwanger, just before I cut his ear, if you lie down with pigs, don’t be surprised if when you wake up your bacon is in the fire.
Is Australian Zinfandel good ?