Play it again, Gronk

So Gronk is back. Not surprising really because he always reminded us of an overgrown kid out there having a good time. When it was no longer fun, he was no longer there.

But where there happens to be is an important part of the game.

On the New England Patriots, football is not played, it is worked. It is a job, one with high standards enforced by a taskmaster who seems to have little feeling for the workers, seeing them as merely replaceable cogs in a machine that has efficiency as its only goal. It’s sort of the artificial intelligence/robotic method of winning titles. It’s the Vince Lombardi ethos brought into the 21st century. It is the Ulysses S. Grant theory of warfare: Win regardless of the costs.

It is effective, if not exactly endearing — especially to the troops who can be counted as one of the “costs.” So Gronk and Brady defected. Not all that surprising really.

It does seem that people are surprised that they defected to Tampa Bay. If they were looking for a playground, Miami would have seemed a better choice, but Tampa is a nice town. It is warm. It’s on the water, and it gets a nice sea breeze even in the summer. There is a spritely night life, though it is a good deal more restrained than Miami’s — but of course that would be true of anywhere other than Las Vegas. It’s a somewhat mature destination for our somewhat mature playboys.

And that is what they are. They want to play like boys. Have fun. Feel the warmth. Frolic on the field. If they win games, fine. If they come up a bit short — well, there’s always the beach.

This seems a bit frivolous and not well suited to the No Fun League, but that’s going to depend on your reaction to the Patriot’s Dynasty and its dour general. Is winning the only thing? Is garnering another ring worth all the repetitive practices and constant preparation?

Or is there something more to “playing” a game?

I have always thought so. There are many joys in playing rather than working. Listing them would take far too long, but it’s mostly that feeling of a team working together and trying to be as good as they can be. That is what I wanted my players to feel, and it is a feeling that lasts a good deal longer than the attraction of trophies or rings.

I think it is that feeling that our boys are searching for, and I hope they find it in Tampa.

 

Millerton resident Theodore Kneeland is a former teacher and coach -— and athlete.

Latest News

'Gather' at Troutbeck

Romane Recalde speaking about her new business at Gather.

Natalia Zukerman

Hosted by Jason Klein and Sascha Lewis, an ongoing series called “Gather” at Troutbeck in Amenia brings together a curious crowd of local entrepreneurs, artists, and others with a story to tell for an intimate midday chat. On Thursday, Jan. 16, floral designer Romane Recalde, owner of the newly opened Le Jardin in Amenia, took center stage to share her journey from modeling in Miami to cultivating flowers in the Hudson Valley. Gather is a place to share stories, swap advice, and celebrate some of the unique businesses that make our area vibrant — all with a delicious lunch on the side. The gatherings are unconventional in the best way, with no agenda beyond good conversation and community building.

Recalde’s story isn’t just about creating a flower shop; it’s about a complete reinvention of self. “I hated Miami so much,” said the French-born Recalde, recalling her time in Florida before moving to New York. She worked as a model in New York, and eventually met her husband, James. Their pandemic escape to Turks and Caicos turned into a six-month stay, which in turn led them to Millbrook and finally to their home in Amenia, where Recalde’s connection to nature blossomed.

Keep ReadingShow less
Mad Rose opens ‘Assembled’ exhibition

Mad Rose Gallery’s “Assembled” exhibition opened Saturday, Jan. 18, with a public reception.

The eclectic exhibition — on view until March 2 at the gallery on the intersection of Routes 22 and 44 in Millerton — gathers together work from a group of diverse artists with decades of experience between them. The exhibition itself is true to the name, featuring photographs, sculptures, drawings and mixed media works in all shapes and sizes.

Keep ReadingShow less
The fragile bonds of family: a review of Betsy Lerner’s 'Shred Sisters'

Betsy Lerner’s 'Shred Sisters' is written with such verve and poetic imagination that it’s hard to fathom how it could be the author’s first novel. Ms. Lerner, 64, has worked for three decades as a literary agent, editor, and non-fiction writer, but at some point during the Covid pandemic — without any forethought — she sat down and typed out the first line of the novel exactly as it now appears in the book, and then completed it without telling anyone what she was up to.

The novel takes place over twenty years — from the 1970s into the ’90s — and is a kind of guide for that era. It reads like a memoir accompanied by some bouncy dialogue, but is actually a work of what’s called autofiction in which Lerner mixes her own experiences — including her own struggle with mental illness — with things she simply makes up. The fictional narrator is Amy Shred, the younger of two sisters in an upper-middle-class, secular Jewish family living in the suburbs of New Haven, Connecticut.

Keep ReadingShow less
Lazy, hazy days of...winter?

This small stream is fishable, despite the wintry conditions. It probably won't be a pleasant or productive experience, but it can be done.

Patrick L. Sullivan

When syndicated columnists run out of ideas they do one of two things.

First they collect the last couple year’s worth of columns and call it a book. These are published to great acclaim from other syndicated columnists and show up in due course in gigantic, ziggurat-shaped mounds at Costco for $4.98 a pop.

Keep ReadingShow less