Layoff, BCS Championship Game

Poor Oregon, if only they actually tackled Dyre, the game could have went to overtime. Oh well. Quack Quack, the BCS is whack.

Anyway, now that I have my brand-spanking-new laptop up and running, I can finally start posting on this blog regularly (well, hopefully).

My New Years resolution for this blog in 2011? Broaden the topics. Sports are great and all, and I know it's entitled "Sports Opinion," but, surprisingly, I sometimes find myself forming opinions on things other than sports.

This year should be eventful in both my life and the world of sports, and I"ll be sure to keep you (as in the imaginary people I think read my blog) updated.

Until further notice,

Jorn

The hiatus is almost over...

Hey Guys,

I know I've gone missing for awhile, but be patient.

My triumphant return is imminent.

-TheSportsReporter

The Riptide lives up to its name

Finding a good bar in the Outer Sunset of San Francisco is like looking for pretty girls at a World of Warcraft convention. That is to say, the pickings are pretty slim. There is a bar, however, that serves an oasis for nightlife-lovers and locals alike out by the Pacific Ocean.

Nestled in between Brother’s Pizza and Ocean Beach on Taraval Street and 47^th avenue, The Riptide definitely lives up to its name in one aspect: When you walk in, the atmosphere sucks you in and won’t let you go.

When one walks in to The Riptide (or “The Rip” as regulars call it), the oak tables, moose head mounted on the wall and real fireplace stick out immediately, reminding you of an old winter lodge that should be in Lake Tahoe rather than San Francisco.

One could describe The Riptide as dive bar, but its rough edges are what gives the bar its charm.

For sports fans, The Riptide features drink specials for Monday Night Football, the most enticing of which being $2 Budwiser by the bottle during the game.

If the football games aren’t your thing, the bar has various themed nights, including “Ladies Night” every Thursday and “Trivia Tuesdays” on, you guessed it, Tuesday.

Drinks at “The Rip” are average priced, with domestic and imported draft beers ranging from $3.50-$4.50 and mixed drinks that hover around the $5 area.

During my two visits, the Riptide’s crowd was quite mixed. From college kids looking to party to middle-aged adults relaxing by the fire, the bar seemed like a place for the whole neighborhood to grab a drink. A good amount of regulars were at the establishment, but from what I could gather during those few nights, enough new blood entered the mix to make things interesting.

Lastly, The Riptide often features a disc jockey spinning a variety of music on its busier nights. The music played ranges from reggae and classic rock to rap and R&B.

Though the bar has plenty to rave about, it does leave a few things to be desired.

Riptide’s musical selection is one of these things. When patrons started to get rowdy and turned up the party notch, the DJ’s played mellower classic rock. When the crowd settled down a little bit, more upbeat music like hip-hop and 80’s classics was played. Talk about a mood killer.

The bartenders serving at The Riptide were also very inconsistent. Drinks were usually made consistently, but it was their attitude that seemed to be an issue.

One night, they were the nicest people you’ve ever met: giving out free shots and discounts on drinks with a smile. If you catch them on a bad night like I did my second time there, be warned: The stares of death if you don’t order fast enough can be deadly.

But the drawbacks weren’t enough for me to give this bar a bad review because The Riptide offered a little bit of everything, and they offered it pretty well. From a nice warm fire to accompany your draft beer on a cold night, to a young party crowd on Thursdays, The Riptide has bipolar personality is why it’s so appealing.

Voters get it right, for once

With the city of San Francisco's Nov. 3 election officially in the books, voters made one thing very clear: Money speaks louder than nostalgia.

San Francisco voters approved Proposition C which allows the city to sell the naming rights to the home of the San Francisco 49ers, Candlestick Park, and I can't thank them enough.

To but it bluntly, the city is financially screwed at the moment. City agencies are in debt, MUNI is barely keeping afloat and basic civic services like sewage, schools, water and public streets are all falling to the wayside. Why not try to earn a little extra money from advertisers? In this cash-strapped environment, every little bit helps.

But what about all of the memories at The Stick? From The Catch, to Jerry Rice's retirement and even those five Superbowl runs, there are plenty of nostalgic reasons to keep the stadium's name intact. That's all nice and good, however, the 49ers don't even want to be here.

There's no reason to coddle a team or it's stadium that has no plans of being in San Francisco in the near future, so let's get the money while the gettin' is good. What's in a name, anyway?

Sports: For the love of the game?

It's often thought that there's a direct correlation between being a sports fan and playing sports. In a brief sampling of students at SF State, that thought was proven to be mostly true.

While all four students who were chosen at random to be interviewed admitted to playing sports when they were children, only one defiant rebel confessed that just his experience playing soccer when he was younger didn't translate to an obsession with sports later on in life.

"I'm just not very competitive by nature," said freshman Dillon French. "The only time I watch sports is with my parents when I'm home."

French proved to be the exception to the rule, however, as the rest of the students, like sophomore Andrew Mozac, were happy that sports like basketball were still a big part of their daily lives.

"Basketball keeps you in great shape," Mozac said. "I look forward to playing it and the teamwork involved."

The main reasons students cited for their love of sports were the most blatant ones: the ability to be competitive, the "fun" factor and exercise.

So why does playing sports in your youth translate to a love of sports as an adult? Exposure. Like with anything we're exposed to as children, the more we're around something, the more we become comfortable with it.

"If you see something enough, you might like it," said freshman Carlos Robles, an avid soccer fan. "It's like food, the more you try it, you might like it."

Ratto recommends writing

With journalism students in a tizzy trying to find their next big opportunity, advice on how to get jobs is going around like a bad flu. From learning different languages to becoming a walking news production studio, it seems that skills for these journalism jobs is becoming less about the craft of reporting and more about becoming a software engineer.

San Francisco Chronicle sports columnist Ray Ratto, however, thinks the answer is much simpler than becoming a technological guru. His advice to the class? “Write, write a lot, and be brutal on yourself.” So journalism students should focus their attention on becoming good writers? What a novel concept.

It’s funny how something so simple, something journalism students do everyday, yet something that can be so refined, could be the key to landing (gasp!) a journalism job. And even if newspapers are still on life support for the foreseeable future, Ratto insists that, “There’s still a need for content, still a need for ideas and still a need for brains.”

The birth of alternative media

Ever wonder where the roots alternative media outlets like Air America Radio and Democracy Now! stem from? Look now further than America's first and most influential alternative news publication of its time, Ramparts Magazine.

The publication, which had its headquarters in the very liberal city of San Francisco from 1962 to 1975, was the flagship for what many have dubbed, "The New Left." During its hay day, the magazine featured and received contributions from esteemed liberal minds like Noam Chomsky, Cesar Chavez and Angela Davis.

Perhaps the most important breakthrough Ramparts achieved during its 13-year span as a publication was making their magazine accessible to those who may have been intimidated by the more gritty and hardcore leftist publications of the era. Unlike many of Ramparts' alternative counterparts, it managed an expensive production budget and professional design.

So why should you care about an alternative publication that's been long extinct? Simple, really. With mainstream and corporate media outlets being suffocated and cut down by a lack of profits and a lack of connection with the public, the Rampart serves as a model for new publications. The growing absence of these mainstream sources of news and opinion leave a void that could be filled by new media publications, not unlike the role Rampart served during its era.

Rampart Magazine was able to succeed and hold the public's attention at a time when the major corporate news outlets where at the height of their popularity. Just imagine what kind of impact of impact an alternative news outlet with the right model could have with this much mainstream journalism blood in the water.

While Rampart provides a good example on how to run an alternative news publication, its influence was not simply economical. It was one of the first publications to voice dissent against the Vietnam War, while also giving a platform to many fringe figures of the time like Che Guevara and Cesar Chavez, something mainstream media outlets didn't have the backbone or permission to do.