Yes MSG went all the way to Madrid, as stated in my last post, to investigate the transfer of Cristiano Ronaldo from ManU to Real Madrid, for $131M. However, I had to do this on the back of a business trip. Unfortunately, in the 80 hours I was gone, I spent 40 of them traveling and 40 “in” Madrid. I write “in” because for some reason technology companies love to be outside major cities in non-descript business parks away from anything interesting, including the Bernabeu. So I was unable to see how Madrid was justifying the transfer, although I did read in the local paper that the Club had taken out $300M in loans, such as charging 150 Euros for a Jersey.
However, not to let my readers down, I can at least provide some entertaining travel notes, and a couple good sports at the end. So here goes:
- Baggage Claim: What is it with baggage claim at airports? Worldwide, people love to crowd right up to the conveyor with their carts. Um, how is this efficient? This means that no one else can approach and get their bag without fighting the masses. And for the morons waiting, undoubtedly they are so close with the carts because they overpacked, so that when the bag comes, they can barely lift it. Subsequently, they cannot even leave the area because all of their like minded lemmings have blocked all exit routes. Einsteins, wouldn’t it be more efficient if everyone waited about a meter or so away from the conveyor and then collected their bag when it appeared? Yes, I think so. Man this pi$$es me off.
- Belts and Shoes: Why in the USA do we have to remove shoes, but in Europe we have to remove our belts? Seriously, shouldn’t it be both or neither? Now I don’t know if I should ensure that my socks are clean and without holes or that my pants actually fit. Having recently lost about 4kg, I was afraid I was going to look like a gangbanger when passing through security in Madrid. Fortunately, I was not wearing my European thong underwear.
- Airline Rows: Am I missing something? I was on a 737 — you know, one aisle, 3 seats a side — from Madrid to Amsterdam when 3, THREE, people asked the flight attendant where row 25 (or similar) was. Really? Um, there is a single aisle, and the numbers are ascending, not random. I half expected the flight attendant to say “go to row 17, turn left, open the (emergency) exit.” Or, “where the heck do you think it is? We have a single aisle in this plane. What was I thinking when I decided to pursue a career that resulted in cheap travel. Shoot me now!”
Norman Mailer recently died, and Mark Kriegel wrote an excellent article. Here is my favorite part of the article as it shows what a great writer he was and this was boxing, not even his ’specialty.’
Then there was this, also from The Presidential Papers, about the death of Benny “Kid” Paret at the hands of Emile Griffith in Madison Square Garden: “He hit him eighteen right hands in a row, an act that took perhaps three or four seconds, Griffith making a pent-up whimpering sound all the while he attacked, the right hand whipping like a piston rod which has broken out of the crankcase, or like a baseball bat demolishing a pumpkin. I was sitting in the second row of that corner — they were not ten feet away from me — and like everyone else, I was hypnotized…
And with father day upon us, DJ Gallo provides some excellent advice for all of us with sons and daughters. The article is here, but allow me to provide a sample.
Front-running = grounded. No one likes a front-runner. No one. But how does a person become a front-runner? It’s simple. Bad parenting. Their parents let them get away with it once thinking it was a passing, childish dalliance. But soon enough, their children were switching allegiances with every trophy ceremony. If you give an inch on this as a parent, you’ll soon have a child who roots for the Lakers, Penguins, Phillies, Steelers, North Carolina and Florida; you’ll soon have a child who will grow up to be a … I can’t say the word, but the second syllable rhymes with “bag.” In fact, the second syllable is “bag.” Be open with your child when it comes to front-running. Tell them you understand the allure. And use your own life as an example. “You think there weren’t better options out there than your mother at times? That I could have gotten with hotter women — you know, had they been drunk enough? But I stayed loyal. And it resulted in your birth. So by liking the Lakers, you are essentially killing yourself. Think about it.”
Happy Father’s Day, and if you are travelling, please give everyone some space at the Baggage Claim.






