I just read this silly National Post piece about Wayne Gretzky’s interest in his team moving to southern Ontario. The article contains a throwaway reference to the Great One’s ties to California:
“Why would Wayne want to go back to Canada?” asked Hollywood agent and friend Marv Dauer. “He’s been in L.A. for 21 years. His kids are in school here - one of them is a star football player who plays with Will Smith’s kid and Joe Montana’s kid - and his wife obviously likes the good weather.
That’s quite the pedigree. I went looking for confirmation, and found this great ESPN piece about the three superstars attending the same high school football game. It turns out that Joe’s son plays on an opposing team in the same league, but it’s still a charming story.
I’m a longtime player of sports games on the PC, and a recovering technical writer. So I take an interest in the manuals that accompany the games I play. As most gamers will attest, game manuals are usually awful. They’re under-written, incomplete and, for narrative games, spend too much time on useless back story.
This problem is usually solved by the far-superior in-game tutorial. Learning by playing is much more effective than learning by reading. There are few tutorials, however, in sports games. That’s fine, because usually gamers know how to play the sport in question, but not always.
When I worked in Ireland, we often played PlayStation games around the office at lunch time (or, you know, other times). A favourite game (and I don’t think it was my Canadian influence) was EA Sports NHL 2002. Most of the Irish guys playing the game had never actually seen a hockey game, either live or on TV. Their understanding of the term “hockey” was strictly verbal. They had a vague idea what offside was from football (i.e. soccer), but no sense of what the icing rule was about. In any case, they mostly played with those rules turned off.
I was just glancing through the manual of a reasonably new soccer (i.e. football) game, and encountered this section:
These are team-wide tactics which you, as their godly overseer, can instruct them to execute. Though I’ve casually watched soccer for years, I only have the vaguest idea of what these are. Wing Play? Flat back? And ‘3rd Man Release’ sounds downright dirty. The manual doesn’t include an explanation of what these tactics are for, how they work or when you might use them. It assumes, like icing and offside, that I already understand them.
From talking to educators and influencers, we’ve learned that our videos are often used to introduce a subject - to get everyone on the same page at the beginning of a class, workshop, etc. Recently, as part of our planning for 2009, we came up with a model that helps tell this story. We call it the A-to-Z Scale.
The scale represents the path to learning a subject. On the left side are the basic, fundamental ideas. On the right, the details and applications of the ideas.
Thinking about sports games manuals, they’re really missing the Gs and the Hs of the games they’re simulating. Most players will understand that you throw the ball in the basket, or hit the ball into the hole with the stick. However, many casual players may not understand the nuances of the neutral-zone trap or the dreaded third man release.
Do we need to grasp these details to enjoy the game? Probably not (though the jargon in an American football game is pretty thick and commonplace), but all it would take is an extra couple of pages in the manual or a game tutorial to explain these concepts. I’d imagine that the developer looks at both of those as cost centres, though, so I’d expect they feel that less is more. What do you think?
I’m a casual soccer/football fan (I struggle with which term to use). I’m a long-suffering supporter of Canada’s national side, and enjoy watching European matches whenever I get the chance. I look forward to the big tournaments–the World Cup and European Championships–every two years.
The second most popular sporting event on the planet, Euro 2008, is on right now. As I’ve mentioned, we’re a TV-free family. I really only miss the thing for watching sports. I’ll go to my parents’ house or the pub to watch a game, but I like to watch the video highlights of each match on a daily basis.
Unlike North American sports, it’s ridiculously difficult to watch Euro 2008 (and World Cup, if I recall correctly) highlights on the web. No domestic network website–CBC, TSN, Sportsnet–shows them, and I’m denied by my IP address from accessing the BBC’s video. As far as I can tell, my only options are:
Spend CAN $30 to watch highlights and ‘full match reruns’ of all the games. Given that every North American league makes their highlights available for free, that seems pretty steep. I don’t actually want to watch many games–just the highlights.
Resort to ‘illegal’ highlights sites like the usually reliable FootyTube.
The Euro 2008 doesn’t offer a cheaper price if I don’t want to see full matches. Plus, they don’t give me any kind of preview of the video for which I’m paying. Am I going to pay $30 for YouTube quality streaming video (”hey, that pixelated blob scored on that other pixelated blog!”).
If I wasn’t going to Chicago next week, I might actually pony up the $30. Instead, I’ll rely on the less legitimate but free options.
The best name in the 2008 Africa Cup of Nations is unquestionably Junior Agogo. I watched Junior and his Ghanaian teammates lose 1-0 to Cameroon, who scored in the second-half, against the run of play. The game was spirited, and got a little ugly when Cameroonian defender Andre Bikey bizarrely pushed over a medical official who was attending to a fellow player.
On my way back from the bar, I suffered some serious cognitive dissonance. A guy was sitting on a cardboard box, selling cigarettes in ones and twos. He was wearing a batter Calgary Flames hoodie. If I had better French, I’d have chatted with him about it.
I just got an email which finished with “Go Giants!” The Super Bowl is today, isn’t it? I don’t even know who’s playing. The Giants, apparently, versus…the Patriots.
I haven’t been a fan of the NFL for about two decades, but I’m usually slightly more attentive than this.
Coincidentally, I was watching a different kind of football this afternoon. We went for a walk on the beach, where there were at least a dozen games of soccer ongoing. Most were informal, but some were the equivalent of little league back in Canada. They don’t have any grass fields (that I’ve seen), so they play on the beach.
Morocco got ousted in the group phase, so the locals seem to be pulling for neighbouring Tunisia. They face an uphill battle against Cameroon tomorrow.
Those guys need to learn how to pass the ball rubgy-style.
Speaking of North American sports, I’m pleased to announce that tomorrow morning I’m going to hit our local pub for lunch and, thanks to the North American Sports Network, watch Toronto play New York. At ice hockey. Amusingly, the pub is called “Rangers”, so I’m going to Rangers to watch the Rangers.
I just watched the highlights from this weekend’s match between Portsmouth and Reading. Don’t visit that second link if you’d prefer not to learn the result in advance of the highlights. The game features a lot of goals–more than any other game in the Premier League’s fifteen year history–and several of the excellent variety.
I’ve just returned from the local pub, where I watched Malta and Turkey play to an exciting 2-2 draw in Euro 2008 qualifying. I’m not aficionado of Maltese international play, but given the difference in populations (400,000 and 71 million) and FIFA Rankings (115 and 22), I assume this must be a historic result. Unimportantly, Malta’s squad may also be the baldest team in international football.
It’s extra sweet, because today is the 442nd anniversary of the lifting of the Siege of Malta, when the Ottomans were sent packing by to what’s now Turkey.
Hopefully some highlights will be available tomorrow on FootyTube, my newly-discovered source for football highlights on the web.
We don’t have a TV, so it’s nice to be able to get my fill of goals and incidents from the English Premier League and international play. The site is unquestionably illegal, so we’ll see how long it lasts. If anybody knows of similar sites (besides good ol’ BitTorrent), let me know.
I’ve also got a question for my Maltese readers: during the game, I saw that some people in the crowd were wearing black t-shirts with big white Maltese crosses on them (and no text, as far as I could see). Do you know where I might procure such a shirt?
UPDATE: Here’s the second Malta goal. Unquestionably, it’s the ugliest goal scored last night. But, as the saying goes, they all look the same on the score sheet:
Yesterday I watched the FA Trophy Final at a snooker club/opera house named Teatru ta’ l-Opra Aurora in Rabat. It was English football at its finest–a lot of hoofing the ball forward, long stretches of boring play, and a late (admittedly skillful) goal to spare us the horror of penalty kicks. John knows a lot more about football than me, so you can read his summary.
I’m a casual football watcher (and by football I mean soccer), partially out of frustration. At least half a dozen times a game I scoff when a player takes a ridiculous dive. When a player does stay down, he’s often feigning injury, because minutes (sometimes seconds) later he’s back up and ready to play.
As a dedicated ice hockey fan, I often scornfully mutter things like “when a hockey player goes down, it’s because he’s unconcious or lost a limb”. This is more or less true. A player will hobble, glide and even crawl to get himself off the ice under his own power if he’s capable. This is because hockey permits on-the-fly line changes, something that football doesn’t.
In essence, the football player has two options:
Stay down and force a stoppage in play.
Shrug it off, get up and keep playing.
If only it were that simple. The officials never penalize a player for feigning injury, so the system begets a fair amount of chicanery. Players abuse this practice to stop play for a variety of reasons (get a breather, kill some momentum and so forth).
It’s unfair to alledge that hockey players (or rugby players or whoever) are tougher than footballers. They’re just stuck with a system of rules that encourages them to dramatize minor injury.
I’ve got no idea how to fix this. I wonder what other sports do. What about rugby? I only watch one rugby game a decade, so I’ve no idea.
After an enjoyable time wandering around Herbert Park, I’ve returned to our Dublin hotel room to watch a very eventful second half of a Scottish Premiership game between Celtic and Hearts. Andrew Driver just scored on a gorgeous free kick to put Hearts up 2-0.
I learned about the SPL when I lived in Dublin, and it’s always struck me as the most lopsided sports league in the world. The league was formed nine years ago, and features the twelve best football (that is, soccer) teams in Scotland. In each of the nine seasons (including this one), one of two Glasgow squads–Celtic or Rangers–has won. In all but one season, the runner-up has been the other Glasgow team.
Isn’t this a bit predictable? And, I’d imagine, tremendously frustrating if you’re not a supporter of Rangers or Celtic? There’s such a thing as dynasties, but this is enough to make one a figure skating fan.
There’s a similar, if less rigid, phenomenon in the English Premier League, where only four different teams have won over the past fourteen years. And, practically speaking, there’s only about a half-dozen teams that can realistically challenge to be league champions.
We address (and usually solve) this problem in North America with the salary cap system. I’m not about the prescribe such a solution for UK football–I don’t know enough to suggest whether it’s remotely viable. In fact, I don’t even know if English and Scottish fans consider the current league structure a problem.
