Now leaving from the Norm Green Terminal…

… Daunte Culpepper.

I’ve been a Culpepper supporter since his second year in the league, but even I’m feeling a bit relieved that he’s gone after the bizarro past few months. Some folks around here didn’t like his turnovers or his decision-making, and there are a few no doubt who didn’t like his color, but in his time with the Vikings he was definitely head and shoulders above all but one or two quarterbacks in the league. I was even going to make him my first round draft pick in last year’s fantasy football draft but the guy in front of me got him (which turned out to be a lucky thing for me and perhaps discounts the rest of my analysis).

There’s no question that Culpepper’s play was subpar this last season even before the “Love Boat” and the injury. He had two good games against weak opponents and four games that ranged from dismal to wretched. Whether it was because he didn’t have Randy Moss, Matt Birk or Scott Linehan (or all of them), the distractions of off-field personal issues (as a married guy he had to have had some issues at home both before and after the boat trip), or because he was trying to do too much to overcome the rest of the team’s deficiencies, the results weren’t there. Yet two years ago he was nearly the league MVP. For all the criticism of his fumbles and inteceptions, the accuracy statistics for his career are first rate. I don’t think he’d have had a problem adapting to the West Coast offense which, for all its short and intermediate passes, still needs the threat of a quarterback going deep.

Clearly something was going on in his relationship with the Vikings, and it isn’t a new development. Eyebrows raised as early as last November when he didn’t return to the team following his injury to hang out with the guys as they made a play-off push. Few know for sure what was going on behind the scenes, but Zygi Wilf was making the right sounds about paying Daunte his roster bonus. Daunte hasn’t said anything about what he felt about Tice’s departure, but you’d think he’d be open-minded about working for a guy like Brad Childress who knew the offense that helped make Donovan McNabb a star. Daunte’s demands for a bigger contract following his injury and bad season were so strange as to more than build a case that he was trying to engineer his way out of Minnesota, but no one really knows why.

He said something about feeling unwanted, but somebody must have really been leaving some ugly notes in his locker (or email inbox) for a franchise quarterback to feel neglected. His pouting and posturing make him look like a 265 pound crybaby (and yes, I know, Fran Tarkenton was a 175 pound crybaby), but his own estimation of his worth wasn’t much more divorced from reality than Brad Johnson’s claims that he’s still a legitimate starting quarterback in this league. (True, Johnson is efficient and won’t lose you many games, but you can measure the hang-time on his passes with an egg-timer and he needs a good defense to keep the game close so he can try and keep the other team’s defense off balance. If the team gets into a situation where it has to pass to get back into a game I don’t think he can overcome a good defense).

The issue for Daunte may be as simple as the extreme mortification of being charged in the Love Boat incident. While I was one of those outraged by that escapade (see Dead ship floating) I’d have been satisfied with a two-game suspension of all players involved even if it included the star of the team. Daunte probably could have just taken his lumps, acted contrite, and all would have been forgiven after beating the Packers again. Maybe the problem was that, thanks to his injury, it would be a long wait to redeem himself on the field and he didn’t want to sit here with that being the last headline in peoples’ minds. It is reminiscent of the sexual harassment charge filed against North Star owner Norm Green that was the last straw in his decision to move the team to Dallas.

Regardless of ability, once Daunte made up his mind he wanted to be gone the Vikings really didn’t have much choice or reason to try and keep him. Now that he’s gone, thoughts have to turn to who will play quarterback for the Purple. Johnson is not an embarassment at QB, but he’s not a long-term solution (and, given his age and lack of mobility may be an extremely short-term solution once the games start). Green Bay back-up Craig Nall has been brought in for a look because he knows the West Coast offense, but not many know much about his abilities since he hasn’t had a lot of playing time behind Brett Favre. There’s no shame in being Favre’s caddy, but there are many back-up quarterbacks out there who know the WCO and nobody’s clamoring for them. Nall is interesting, and had a strong NFL Europe season a few years back, but is unknown.

Sometimes “unknown” is a positive, however, when the “known” is too problematic. Aaron Brooks is a tremendous athlete and a free agent, but his mental melt-downs are too well chronicled and he might not be a good fit for the WCO. Brian Griese has some skill, but in my mind is a younger version of Brad Johnson. Kerry Collins? Oh, please, dear God, no. People that have only watched him play the Vikings might think he’s Superman, but against everyone else he looks as overmatched as Jimmy Olson.

One guy who intrigues me (in much the same way new Vikes running back Chester Taylor intrigued me a few weeks ago in this space) is former Cardinal quarterback Josh McCown. He’s young, big, has a strong arm and can run. He’s been inconsistent as a starter, having some big games and some bad games, but I wonder how much of that was because he truly is inconsistent or because of Denny Green’s mad genius act. McCown’s early career reminds me of Steve Young’s when he was with Tampa Bay after the USFL, and his tools make him an interesting option to bring in as a #2 that can be a future starter.

As for the Vikings latest acquisitions, Ryan Longwell is a bit of a whiner but not any flakier than your average kicker and has a history of performing in tough weather and intense situations; he should be an upgrade for the team, especially kicking in the Dome. Leber was considered to be a guy on the rise before his injury and the arrival of a first-round linebacker pick Shawn Merriman (which makes you wonder if Leber was so good why the Chargers spent a first-round pick on another linebacker). Hopefully he can run and think at the same time, a problem that has plagued the Purple’s linebacking corps for the last few years. Chester Taylor I’ve already said I like. He’s got size, speed and fresh legs and I see him as a Duce Staley (in his prime) type. Taylor with Mewelde Moore playing the Brian Westbrook role gives the team an effective tandem for Childress’s Vikings version of the Eagles offense. Even better if they end up with Hutchinson, even at that price. I’d rather they spend the money on a young, monster offensive lineman that will play at a high level for many years than throwing big bucks at a big name but high-mileage running back (I’d rather have the guy that opened the holes for Shaun Alexander than Shaun Alexander at this point). Now if they can parlay some draft choices to get into the top 10 to draft Texas defensive back Michael Hough I’ll really be impressed.

See ya later, you little chicken!

“Grandma” Dolly passed away last Wednesday, or as we like to say in some Christian circles, “went home.” She’d had 85 amazing years, few of which were easy and some that were filled with unbearable-sounding tragedy, yet she was just about the bubbliest and most positive person I’ve ever known.

She wasn’t really my grandma, but probably 90% of the people who called her that weren’t actually related to her. She was simply grandmother to our church and one of the first people to welcome me in when I started coming 20 years ago. You knew you’d been blessed when you received a “Dolly cake” or cookies. She liked to greet women she knew by calling them, “little chickens” and often when passing by me she’d reach out and pat my shoulder or back and say, “John, I love ya – and I kind of like ya, too!” A few minutes later I’d hear her say the same thing to someone else further down the hallway. She was best friends for 60-some years with Della, who died a few years ago, and we chuckled last week when we realized that Dolly had passed away on Della’s birthday and was going to make it to heaven in time for the party. Her visitation last Sunday afternoon was as happy and chatty as a graduation open house, and for many of the same reasons.

An update on Charlotte Wyatt … and the state of socialized medicine

Last April I posted on the story of Charlotte Wyatt, the British infant whose doctors had gone to court to get a “Do Not Resuscitate” order — over the objections of her parents. The doctors’ petition was granted, and to me it as an example of a socialist state demonstrating that it does indeed believe that it owns the children and is also the final arbiter of what constitutes “quality of life.” There is now more to report on this story and on some interesting developments closer to home.

In Charlotte’s case she is now nearly two and a half years old, despite her doctors’ original opinion that she wouldn’t live but a few months, and their later predictions that she wouldn’t survive each of the many challenges she encountered. (She was born at 26 weeks gestation and today her parents readily acknowledge that she has significant developmental issues; their issue all along is that their daughter has the same right to life as a healthier baby.) The judge’s order was never overturned, but it was lifted by the judge last fall when Charlotte’s improving health made it unnecessary. Charlotte’s parents were able to bring her home for an unsupervised visit last Christmas, and earlier this month the hospital indicated that she might soon be released for good. Now, however, she has caught a cold or picked up an infection in the hospital that has become serious and again the judge has instituted the DNR order.

But little ones cannot keep off infections forever, especially in a hospital and in wintertime, and she caught a cold which quickly began to hamper her breathing. In a normal case when your baby is ill the hospital will step up efforts to help. But Charlotte is special, and instead doctors submitted an emergency application to the judge to get permission not to treat her. Yesturday Justice Hedley concurred with them, reversing his previous order. Apparently the baby was on a “downward rather than an upward trend” and therefore not worth saving.

Never mind the vast improvements she had made, the way she had always made stunning recoveries after each of her illnesses, how she had proven the doctors wrong each time. Never mind that she had shown herself a fighter, and with all the strength in her little body was battling for her chance at life.

After all, she was Charlotte, and Charlotte… Charlotte might always be a disabled child. She might never be quite normal, and her joys might never be quite the same as ours. Disabled people aren’t like the rest of us, and when they are sick…they have to be allowed to die.

What has our grand world come to when we can do this, and still walk the streets without shame? How can we pretend we are innocent of a great crime? –for are indeed guilty to if we do not protest. And the measure of a society is in how it treats her most defenseless.

Or if you are a child with special needs, is it only if you can manage to never be ill, never show weakness, always be impoving that you will be considered worth having around? When it comes to the difficult times, will your life never be worth fighting for?

As in April, from this distance I can offer no perspective on Charlotte’s overall health, medical prospects or quality of life. I stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her parents, however, in saying that her level of care should be up to them and not to the state.

The state’s argument, of course, is that it’s paying the bills and therefore has the right to decide how and when care is appropriated. This position is coincidentally highlighted by this story from the New York Times reporting that an average of one private (and therefore illegal) health clinic per week is opening in our socialized neighbor to the north, Canada. The clinics are opening in response to demand from citizens willing to pay out of their own pockets to get needed surgery to improve the quality of their lives. As the head of one of these new clinics stated, “This is a country where a dog can get a hip replacement in under a week and in which a human can wait two or three years.”

The article also notes that Canada is the only industrialized nation to outlaw privately purchased medical care. The new clinics are encouraged, however, by a Canadian Supreme Court ruling last year that a Quebec provincial ban on private health insurance was unconstitutional when people are suffering and even dying on waiting lists. I suppose if you’re one of those people on a list it’s probably a good thing for you that drugs are so cheap.

But that’s still not the whole story as far as this post is concerned. As Amy Ridenour notes, here’s what one of the leading lights of our own “reality-based community”, Sen. Ted Kennedy, had to say in a speech last year:

…I propose that, as a 40th birthday [of Medicare] gift to the American people, we expand Medicare over the next decade to cover every citizen from birth to the end of life …

… I call this approach Medicare for all, because it will free all Americans from the fear of crippling medical expenses and enable them to seek the best possible care when illness strikes …

… Right-wing forces will unleash false attack ads, ranting against socialized medicine and government-run health care … Today we are immunized against such attacks by the obvious success of Medicare. It is long past time to extend that success to all…

(You can read Kennedy’s entire speech here, but doing so will make you glad you can still buy aspirin over the counter.)

Amy goes on to note that this “successful” plan is currently underfunded for future obligations by $29.7 trillion — more than seven times that of Social Security, and that the system as currently constructed will go broke in 2020, 21 years ahead of Social Security.

We’ve seen what this system leads to in the UK and in Canada, and what is already happening here. And if mental capacity should become a standard for determining whether someone should be resuscitated or not then Sen. Kennedy should look at Charlotte Wyatt and feel humbled … and very, very concerned.

See also, 21st Century British Healthcare.

Tough neighborhood

Noisy parties, stray dogs and the occasional wildlife intrusion by bats, gophers or a raccoon here and there sum up most of the inconveniences where I live.

(Sigh). That’s probably why I’ve gotten so soft, at least compared to this story from the Toronto Globe and Mail:

Bear crashes hockey game, mom saves kids

By Paul Waldie
Toronto Globe and Mail

IVUJIVIK, Quebec — Lydia Angyiou’s kids sure won’t be giving her much trouble any more, now that they’ve seen her wrestle a 700-pound polar bear.

Angyiou lives in Ivujivik, a village of 300 people on the shore of Hudson Bay in northern Quebec.

One Wednesday evening earlier this month, Angyiou was walking near the village community center with her two sons when a group of children playing street hockey nearby started shouting and pointing frantically.

Angyiou, 41, turned around and saw a polar bear sizing up her 7-year-old son.

She told the children to run and raced around to get between the bear and her son. Then she started kicking and punching the animal, according to police reports.

In a flash, the bear swatted her in the face and she fell on her back. With the bear on top of her, Angyiou began kicking her legs in a bicycle-pedaling motion. She was swatted once more and rolled over, but the bear moved toward her again.

Siqualuk Ainalik heard the commotion and came rushing over. Seeing Angyiou wrestling with the bear, he ran to his brother’s home, grabbed a rifle and headed back to the street. He fired a few warning shots.

The sound diverted the bear’s attention from Angyiou just long enough for him to aim and fire again. According to police, Ainalik fired four shots into the bear before it finally died.

“I’ve been here 24 years and I’ve never seen this before,” said Larry Hubert, a regional captain with the police force who arrived on the scene just after the bear was shot. “For sure, she saved the kids’ lives.”

Hubert has known Angyiou for 15 years and he can’t believe she took on a bear. He said the bear measured eight feet in length and weighed at least 700 pounds.

Angyiou “is about 5-foot-nothing and 90 pounds on a wet day,” Hubert said with a laugh. “She’s pretty quiet. I’m surprised she went and did this.

Angyiou (who suffered only some scratches and a black eye) and Ainalik can join our Neighborhood Watch program any time.

HT: Amy Ridenour’s National Center Blog.

Friday Film coming!

Oh great, the week that Bogus Gold links this film series turns out to be a week when I’ve been behind the 8-ball at work and tied up at home. As such I haven’t gotten all the way through this week’s film, a 3-hour version of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Kidnapped.

I’ve got the day off to do birthday things with Tiger Lilly, but we’re just about to go to Barnes & Noble for her present — a shopping spree! That will keep her occupied afterwards for a little while (she reads at a faster wpm than I do!) and I hope to finish this week’s film.

For what it’s worth, I’m seriously thinking about re-starting a version of the Fundamentals in Film class that was the genesis for this series a couple of years ago. There’s another crop of young teen boys that have come along and I have an idea for a regular (perhaps as often as bi-weekly) father/son hoagie-and-a-movie (plus discussion) gathering. Guests or regular participants outside our group will be welcome. If you’d like to get on a mailing list for upcoming movies and times leave a comment or email me and I’ll be happy to keep you in the loop as I try to get this going.

Movie night tonight – you’re invited

If my review of the documentary Beyond the Gates of Splendor was interesting to you and you happen to be in the vicinity of the Miracle Centre church at the intersection of 21st Ave. South and Southview Boulevard in South St. Paul tonight, we’ll be showing this film to our youth group. Feel free to drop in, we’ll start promptly at 7:00 p.m.

This documentary is the predecessor to the movie now in theaters, End of the Spear, and was produced by the same people who did the movie.