Bye, Bye Becks

So long farewell, auf weidersehen good-bye.

The von Trapps said it first but now it's the chant of soccer fans in L.A....but to a slightly different tune. With the announcement that David Beckham is back to Italy to join AC Milan for the summer, we bid him adieu with hopes we won't see his return.

The Galaxy, once an upstanding team in the MLS (recall when they actually brought home championships) has not made the playoffs since Beckham joined the squad. Perhaps this is a sign to those in charge that soccer, a game with 11 field players per team, is not a sport that allows for success based on two players.

Becks has what? 5 goals? 11 assists? Something of the sort....if he's supposed to be a world-class player (or even a world-class player past his prime), his arrival in the AYSO ranks of professional soccer should have seen absolute domination. But, no, no. I must be silly. He wasn't brought here to win; he was brought to sell tickets. It's the pretty face that counts. (Remember that, ladies. It will make you feel wonderful about yourself on those really bad hair days.)

Well, with that sweet little wave goodbye, we'll be praying he doesn't come back. Because if he doesn't, the Galaxy just may return to what they were before they hit pretty-boy status: a winning team.

Image Managment Needs Work with Liukin

Just a thought, but if I were in the Nastia Liukin PR camp, with all the tiny little girls who idolize her as the 2008 gold-medalist in the all-round as well as the Women's Sports Foundation's 2008 Sportswoman of the Year, I don't think I would allow her to have a guest role on "Gossip Girl." The show, rampant with sex and immorality, just doesn't say "America's Sweetheart" to me.

Just a thought.

Hotel Cafe Tour at Hotel Cafe

Read my review of the Hotel Cafe Tour (which I attended at the Hotel Cafe on Friday night) at www.iamthatgirl.com.

I Don't Even Like it but I Watch it

Have you seen "Dirty Sexy Money?" The show is in its second season....and I was intrigued enough to allow my Tivo to do the work of watching it.

I've seen every episode even though I can't tell you how many times I've seriously considered canceling my Season Pass (that's Tivo-speak, people). It's a show about a ridiculously wealthy family and how absolutely immoral they are, together and individually, as they bring their family lawyer, Nick, into their manipulative clutches. It's horrible!

But, like a magician's act, it's got you looking so many different places, it always surprises you with a turn of events (that you so should have seen) and you're engaged in the show.

How annoying.

Fun Fact

Dara Torres, 2008 Olympic team member, was the oldest American swimmer at the Olympics eight years ago.

P. Ahn

Sometime before the 2007 release of her EP, I chanced upon Priscilla Ahn's myspace page and sampled her music. After that, I eagerly awaited the EP release. I thought she was fresh and funky and sweet all at the same time and I loved her style! When the EP came out the music and the cover art (seen above) attested to my original response--she was fantastic! And with that, I began to count down until she would be officially signed and release her first album.

Now, I don't know when she was signed, but she released her first album under Blue Note Records about one month ago. I was so uber-stoked that I went out and bought the album on the day of its release! I got home, I stuck the CD in my computer (because that's how I and everyone else in America now listens to music) and prepared to rock out. I waited through the first song, which had been on the EP in a slightly better recording. I waited through the second song. And by the time I arrived at the third song (which had been one of my favorites off the EP) that had now been destroyed, I was disgusted!! I forced myself through the remaining eight songs and through the album again and again and again, hoping it would grow on me, pleading I would like it.

But such a thing would never happen. An artist who had so much potential, who has so much potential had been stomped on by a complete album. And the only hope I have left is that if she gets to release a second, it will be more like the self-released EP and not under the name of Blue Note Records.

The Nature of Victory

I am a jock. It shows in the way I dress, the shape of my body, the manner of my walk. I always have been and I may well always be an athlete. There is an innate competitive spirit that burns within me and a desire, even a conquest, to support other athletes who have been able to do what I could not—take it to the highest level. I am the girl who tears up at the end of all big tournaments out of absolute glee and utter jealousy for the winning team. I want to see an honest winner….and I find that the existence of such a thing gets harder and harder to believe in.

In the same week, the once indestructible Roger Federer lost his Wimbledon winning streak (capping out at five in a row) and Dara Torres, who had already retired, returned to the Olympic Trials to win both of her events at the age of 41 (to make her fifth Olympic swimming team). What amazing victories! That’s what I wanted to think. That’s what I wanted to believe. But, instead, I wondered…..Floyd Landis tested positive for performance enhancing drugs after an amazing and unexpected 2006 Tour de France; Marion Jones denied, denied, denied using anything until 2007, when she admitted to drug use for the previous seven years and was subsequently stripped of all earnings from that era; the “Mitchell Report” came out months later, calling into question 89 Major League Baseball players’ performances.

I had a picture of Marion Jones, torn from a magazine, among a number of other athletes in a collage that covered my door throughout college—as inspiration. “Dedicate yourself. Sacrifice for your desires. You can do it,” the collage proclaimed. And so I did. I read constantly, worked regularly, and volunteered always in order to stand out to the right grad school. But how great a sacrifice does that sacrifice become? Is there a point when the goal becomes greater than the merit of achieving the goal justly?

It’s Machiavelli all over again. “The end justifies the means. The end justifies the means.” We tell ourselves, again and again, creating a mantra by which to live. The blinders go on and the perspective goes out. Compete. Win. Want it more. It’s the battle for the athlete and the athlete’s supporter. As the athlete competes physically and defeats the odds to win, we, the spectators compete mentally for the belief in that victory. Although victory is a word we all wish to partake in, extreme victory is a phrase we glare down with doubt.

Mother of one, Dara Torres, couldn’t see the scoreboard to see if she had won the 100m freestyle but she could hear the crowd chanting her name. The audience was filled with the momentum and joy from the belief that stats like age don’t matter, even in the Olympics, if you only give it enough. Yet, we doubt and Dara must be conscious of that doubt. She has volunteered to be tested for drug enhancement more often than the other swimmers on her team. An amazing feat is met by an equally challenging swarm of public pressure and doubt: achieve then maintain perfection but we don’t believe anyone can be perfect. We support you.