Tuesday, March 2, 2010

(Belated) Monday Mudita

The finish by Barcalona striker Lionel Messi is so clinical that this goal almost seems pedestrian. But don't be dissuaded by the ease with which he takes the chance. Watch this play develop. Watch the movement of the entire offense. And the masterful way that the pass before the assist totally unlocks the defense as if he'd been given a key. Watch. And then consider that this goal came in the 85th minute of a tie game. Watch. Consider. And then remember that the Catalans are fighting tooth and nail with Real Madrid in La Liga. Watch. Consider. Remember.

It's really all about the incisive pass from Xavi to Dani Alves. Xavi threads that ball through, or past, five bunched-together Malaga defenders and leads Alves right to the goal. Rather than have at it from there and potentially get stuffed from the onrushing goalkeeper, though, Alves slides the ball on a line across to Messi, who never cut off his run once it looked like he wasn't getting the ball. As previously mentioned, the Argentine cooly slotted the ball into the net. That goal put Barca in front of a pesky Malaga group, 2-1, and kept them on top of the standings in Spain.

This game-winner was geometry. It makes me, even if just for a moment, understand what people far more intelligent than I mean when they take about the beauty of mathematics. Angles. Straight lines. Triangles. Stephen Hawking couldn't have drawn up a better goal.

“Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.” - Albert Einstein

Movin' Out (Oakley's Song)

A WWOD? Mea Culpa

Wherefore art thou, source of needless Knicks news and opinion?

Well, the past week has been light a ghost town around here because I've picked up stakes at the longtime WWOD? HQ and moved our entire staff to a new location. The move was arduous. It covered the distance of two or three blocks. If you caught the traffic light then it was less than a 180-second walk. Of course, it also snowed. And kept snowing. And there was a trip to Brooklyn to load a van that had been picked up in the suburbs of North Jersey. So, it wasn't that straightforward

Blisters were formed. Bruises were ... bruised. Baseball cards were packed. Unpacked. Then hidden so that a certain new lady roommate couldn't try to throw them away like my Jets throw pillow. Allen wrenches were used. Vans were loaded. Unloaded. Brothers were called in for backup. Treasured serving dishes emblazoned with caricatures of the 1969-70 Knicks club were shattered. Doors were taken off hinges. Chunks were gouged out of walls in stairwells. Lunch and a beer were purchased for the aforementioned brother.

All in all, it's been a busy past week. Which is why it's been boring around these parts. But, I'm looking to ramp up the pace again. Provided Verizon can configure my connection to this wondrous series of tubes that composes the Interwebs.