Tuesday, November 22, 2022

WORLD CUP SANS BEER (AND JOE GAETJENS)

 

WORLD CUP SANS BEER (AND JOE GAETJENS)

That awesome quadrennial sports spectacular known as the “World Cup” is underway in Qatar of all places. It’s being played in November/December because summer temperatures in that Arabian Gulf nation often reach 110 degrees Fahrenheit. It will still be hot there, but not too hot—at least weatherwise.

When the weather is hot, many sport fans seek to enjoy cold beers. Actually, many sports fans enjoy cold beers even when it’s cold out. (Those NFL fans we see shirtless at snowy football stadiums every December almost certainly imbibed libations to fortify themselves.)

When Qatar sought to host the World Cup that country agreed to allow for beer sales in and around the soccer venues—despite alcohol use being proscribed in many Muslim countries. Consuming booze is considered “haram” (or forbidden) in Islam. Muslim prelates and scholars cite verses in their holy book (the Quran) which refer to intoxicants being “the work of Satan.”

(Such scholars may want to avoid America’s big league ball parks and stadiums.)

But in what many sports officials are now calling a classic “bait and switch,” Qatar reversed its position on beer and ended up limiting its sale outside soccer venues. Representatives from England’s hooligan community were not consulted. I’m not sure if Qatar allowed for a BYOB option. Anheuser-Busch had already paid for beer rights.

Budweiser’s loss was the prelates’ gain.

But the World Cup is more about fútbol than alcohol. After failing to qualify for the 2018 World Cup (hosted by Russia, which naturally allowed booze, including vodka) Team USA made it to 2022’s big dance. The Americans were placed in Group B, along with Wales, England, and Iran.

(Although Wales, like Scotland, is part of the United Kingdom, those places considered separate countries for World Cup purposes. Maybe we should have a Team California for 2026? Or is that a silly Sport-Thought?)

Anyway, Team USA tied Team Wales 1-1 in its Group B opener, setting the stage for a showdown with Team England, cheered on by the presumably sober hooligans. Inevitably, soccer folks hearkened back to the 1950 World Cup match in Brazil where the USA stung England 1-0, in one of the greatest World Cup upsets ever.

(Although last week’s Saudi Arabian 2-1 win over Argentina ranks right up there among huge upsets. Perhaps there is something to that alcohol abstention thing.)

As has been mentioned in this space before, my Groveton High School French teacher, Gerard Gaetjens, fancied himself a soccer expert. We GHS soccer players thought of him as a soccer snob. After all, he was from Haiti, which was not exactly an international sports powerhouse. But it was Monsieur Gaetjens’ brother Joe who scored that penultimate goal for Team USA in that epic 1-0 triumph over the English Limeys. As Joe Gaetjens was Haitian, one wonders how he ended up playing for America. He was a dishwasher in New York City when they threw Team USA together in 1950.

But I digress.

Our 2022 Team USA was slated to play Iran on Monday, Nov. 28, a match that would determine if the Americans would advance to the next round. This being written before that game was played, I can only hope that the Americans prevailed over the abstemious Iranians—who have a long history of referring to our country as “The Great Satan.” But if Team USA did make it to the Round of 16, feel freed to crack open a beer during our next game.

I’d recommend Budweiser.

Haitian-American soccer star Joe Gaetjens scored the greatest goal in American soccer history to help Team USA defeat England 1-0 in Brazil in 1950.  (BBC photo)


Thursday, June 2, 2022

CELTICS, WARRIORS, FLYING, AND ROBYN

                           CELTICS, WARRIORS, FLYING, AND ROBYN

I never flew in an airplane until I joined the Marines at age 27. Since then, I’ve flown around the country and around the world—everywhere from Afghanistan to Korea to Kuwait to Norway to Panama. But being 6-feet-4, I find long flights to be tedious in confined spaces that are almost as uncomfortable as Fenway Park’s grandstand seats.

An option for people of size is to fly First-Class—kind of like being in those spacious luxury suites high above those tiny Fenway Park grandstand chairs. The problem is that First-Class seats are pricey—like those luxury suites—so I never traveled First-Class.

But for a recent coast-to-coast flight, my spouse Beth—who is much smarter than me—did some math and purchased First-Class tickets to fly us from Orange County to San Francisco to Boston on Alaska Airlines. A birthday present. The extra space was heavenly. The complimentary libations along with the delicious steak would ease the pain of the “red eye” flight.

We laid over at San Francisco International Airport where Beth pointed out an Alaska Airline lounge for First-Class passengers. That would be us!

I followed Beth into a wondrous realm heretofore forbidden to traveling schmucks like me. The lounge was spacious with artwork, fireplaces, couches, a wonderful buffet, and a beautiful bar with free drinks. The latter got my attention, especially when I noticed the bar’s TV tuned to an NBA playoff game. It turned out to be the Western Conference finals between the Golden State Warriors (obviously the local favorites) and the Dallas Mavericks. It was Game 4 of a series in which Golden State had a 3-0 lead.

While waiting for an extra-large Merlot, I couldn’t help but notice a woman in distress at the bar watching the game. A Maverick three-pointer pushed a Dallas lead to around 30 points. The Warrior fan uttered an expletive and dropped her head onto the bar. I felt a need to comfort her.

“Hey! It’s okay,” I counseled. “I’m sure your Warriors will win when they come back here to the Chase Center. Then hopefully, they’ll play my Celtics in the NBA Finals.”

Boston and Miami were then tied at 2-2.

“You don’t understand,” said the fan, whose name turned out to be Robyn.

“I do understand,” I replied. “I’m a basketball guy, a sports management professor, and a sports columnist. You’ll be fine.”

My extra-large Merlot arrived, and I turned to leave when Robyn elaborated.

“You don’t understand,” said the Warrior super-fan. “I bet $200 that Golden State would win four straight. I got 30-1 odds. Now $6000 is going down the drain.”

“Oh. Now I get it.” I responded. “I had the Bengals in the Super Bowl. But not for $6000.”

Then some bar patrons whooped it up. The Warriors were making a run. The lead was down to 20.

“Can you keep standing where you are?” asked Robyn. “I think you’re good luck. Don’t move.”

Many sports fans, especially gamblers, are superstitious. I understood.

A Warrior “three” cut the lead to 17 and the Mavs called time out.

Robyn then talked about her Warriors.

“Everyone thinks we’re all about Steph Curry, Draymond Green, and Klay Thompson,” said Robyn. “But there’s so much more. Like Jonathan Kuminga. He’s having a good game. Do you know that he’s only 19 years-old?”

After the timeout the Warriors made a steal and a Kuminga hoop cut the lead to 15.

“Don’t you dare move!” said Robyn.

I glanced across the lounge and saw Beth eyeing me, no doubt wondering why I couldn’t stop talking to this chick at the bar, despite having received my extra-large Merlot. I beckoned her and she approached Robyn and me.

“I’m good luck,” I explained to Beth. “I have to stay here.”

Beth knows I’m good luck. She laughed. (Thankfully!)

A Warrior hoop cut the lead to 11. Time-out Mavs.

“If the Warriors win, Robyn gets $6000 and she’ll give us a thousand. Right Robyn?”

Robyn laughed. (Thankfully.)

Beth was intrigued.

After the time-out the Warriors made a steal and the 19-year-old Kuminga hit a three-pointer, cutting the lead to eight!

High fives all around as the bar area erupted. Thousands of dollars were headed our way.

“I love traveling First-Class!” I yelled to Beth.

But alas and alack, the Mavs held on for the win. And then it was time to board the plane to Boston.

“I’m sure your Warriors will win Game 5,” I said to Robyn. “And I have a feeling my Celtics will win in seven games and our teams will meet in the NBA Finals.”

And so it came to pass. The Warriors and Celtics are battling it out in the NBA Finals.

(I just hope Robyn didn’t bet on another Warrior sweep.)


Jonathan Kuminga


                                                                            Robyn





Sunday, March 13, 2022

A UKRAINIAN ORPHAN AND AN AFGHAN-AMERICAN ACTOR

 

A UKRAINIAN ORPHAN AND AN AFGHAN-AMERICAN ACTOR

by Mike Moffett



Young Fahim Fazli and the young Ukrainian


Veteran Hollywood actor Fahim Fazli knows how to cry in front of a camera, but the tears he recently shed in front of his television set were real.

Fazli was watching video of a Ukrainian boy bawling his eyes out as this victim of Russian aggression crossed the border alone into Poland. The young lad was now a refugee, not knowing if or when he’d ever return home. The poignancy of the moment struck a chord with Fazli, as earlier Russian aggression had once turned him into a refugee. Hence the authentic tears.

Fazli was 12 when the Soviet Union invaded his native Afghanistan in 1979. His mother was a mid-wife for Afghan President Haffizullah Amin. After Amin was murdered by the Russians, Fazli’s mother Fahima was alerted that she was on a Communist hit-list. With no time to lose, Fahima fled the Afghan capital of Kabul, along with Fazli’s two sisters, Almara and Mina, and a brother, Suhail. Fahim stayed behind with his father Jamil and another brother, Hares, hoping to also escape later.

Sadly, it would be years before Fahim learned of his mother’s fate. In the meantime, he, his dad, and his brother adapted to the Soviet occupation.

“But we didn’t call them Soviets,” recalled Fazli. “We just called them Russians.”

Young Fahim engaged the Russian soldiers and even learned some Russian, all the better to eventually counter the occupiers. His linguistic gifts would later serve him well.

By 1983 the time came for Fahim, Jamil and Hares to escape as well. A Russian noose was tightening around the rest of the Fazli clan, and so Jamil decided to try find out what happened to the rest of the family—from whom they’d heard nothing for four years. Dodging Russian patrols and attack helicopters, the three Afghans, aided by a guide named Abdul, made a harrowing escape east through the Hindu Kush mountains. Eventually they got to Pakistan where they joined millions of expatriate Afghan refugees.

They shared contact information with the American Embassy in Islamabad and pleaded with officials to help them find Fahima and the two sisters and brother. Were they alive or dead? In Pakistan, India, or some other land?

Soon the truth was discovered. Fahima, Suhail, Almara, and Mina were alive! They’d made it to America where they were told that Fahim, Jamil, and Hares were dead. A magical phone call reunited the family emotionally, if not physically.

A real reunion would take a couple more years. President Ronald Reagan fought to open doors for Afghan refugees and in 1985 the Fazli family reconnected for a joyous celebration in Virginia.

“It all taught me the most important lesson I would ever learn,” recalled Fahim. “Have faith. Never give up.”

Eventually the Fazlis moved to California where Fahim learned English, studied American history, and became a citizen. He was now positioned to pursue his dream of acting. Against all odds he eventually earned a membership in the Screen Actors Guild and embarked on a Hollywood career that would see him involved in over 50 film and TV projects, while working with Hollywood’s biggest stars.

Have faith. Never give up.

Fahim was initially typecast as a bad guy. Movie buffs will recall him roughing up Robert Downey Jr. in an Afghan cave in the first Ironman movie. Many more rolls were to follow, to include American Sniper with Bradley Cooper and the Academy Award winning Argo with Ben Affleck. He’d later move on to more sympathetic roles, such as Tariq in Rock the Kasbah, which also included Bill Murray, Bruce Willis, and Kate Hudson.

But it was while cultural-technical advisor for Charlie Wilson’s War that Fahim’s life took a dramatic turn. The movie was based on the true-life story of a Texas congressman who arranged for the secret funding of an Afghan resistance movement that eventually expelled the Russians from Afghanistan. That project allowed him to get to know Tom Hanks, Julia Roberts, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Ned Beaty, Amy Adams and others. But it was Charlie Wilson himself who encouraged Fahim to return to his native land to help in a new fight against Taliban extremists, against whom American forces were engaged in the aftermath of the 9/11 attacks.

And thus it came to pass that Fazli qualified as a certified interpreter so as to return to Afghanistan to translate for U.S. forces. At age 43 Fahim put on an American uniform, the only Screen Actors Guild member to leave Hollywood to go into harm’s way after 9/11, following in the footsteps of Clark Gable, Jimmy Stewart and other luminaries who’d left Tinseltown to fight for their country in another war, against similarly evil enemies.

Eschewing a safe job translating for high-ranking officers and officials in the relative safety of Kabul, Fazli asked for the most dangerous job in Afghanistan, serving as an interpreter with the United State Marines in volatile Helmand Province. There the charismatic actor was quite effective at bringing together Afghans and Americans. Fahim made people laugh, which was an anathema to the extreme fundamentalists. So in 2010 the Taliban put a price on his head.

That’s when I met Fahim at a Marine outpost in Delaram, in northern Helmand Province. On special USMC assignment as a lieutenant colonel, I’d heard of Fazli’s exploits and met him at a special event involving the district governor. Fahim and I exchanged cards and stayed in touch.

That summer Fazli and his battalion (Third Battalion, Fourth Marine Regiment) returned safely to America. Remarkably, 3/4 did not lose a single man during its many months in Afghanistan—thanks in part to Fahim. I eventually caught up to him in California and we discussed doing a biography that would do justice to his remarkable journey. Hollywood’s top military actor and advisor, Dale Dye, saw potential in our proposed project and his Warriors Publishing Group made Fahim’s dream of a book a reality—FAHIM SPEAKS: A Warrior-Actors Odyssey from Afghanistan to Hollywood and Back. Our book earned critical acclaim and won the Gold Medal for “Top Biography” from the Military Writers Society of America. It inspired several script adaptations and Fahim’s latest dream is that his story will become a movie, thus bringing his inspiring real-life journey full circle, back to Hollywood.

All of which brings us back to Russian aggression and the terrified young Ukrainian boy, now a refugee.

“Seeing that little boy all alone and crying as he crossed the border gave me such flashbacks,” said Fahim. “Where was his mother? Had the Russians killed her? I could so relate to his anguish. My heart broke.”

But Fazli’s emotional distress also reinforced his profound gratitude that fate led him to reunite with his family in a safe country where amazing dreams of freedom—and Hollywood—came true.

“I love America,” said Fazli. “That’s why I wanted to give back and that’s why I put on a uniform. We have such a beautiful country here that is hard to truly appreciate without having spent time in other lands.

Like war-torn Afghanistan. Or embattled Ukraine.

The little Ukrainian boy’s tears of anguish prompted Fahim’s flashbacks and his own tears, tears that rolled down his cheeks and into a beard that is now flecked with grey.

But Fahim’s own journey gives hope that someday there might also be tears of joy for the likes of the little boy—such as were shed when his own family reunited in America.

“Have faith. Never give up.”

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(A former professor and retired Marine Corps officer, Mike Moffett is a author and columnist. He is currently serving as a State Representative in the New Hampshire legislature.)







Fahim Fazli, Mike Moffett, and Joe Kenney atop Mt. Washington, which has been considered as a film site for a Hindu Kush escape scene for Fahim's film project. 


Actor Bill Murray "devouring" the award winning book FAHIM SPEAKS on the set of ROCK THE KASBAH in Morocco. The book was co-authored by Fahim Fazli and Mike Moffett. Fazli had a significant role in that movie, which also starred Bruce Willis and Kate Hudson. 


Tuesday, March 8, 2022

RUSSIAN SPORTS BOYCOTTS?

 

RUSSIAN SPORTS BOYCOTTS?


So Chinese dictator Xi Jinping asked Russian dictator Vladmir Putin to hold off on invading Ukraine until after Beijing’s Winter Olympics. Putin generously postponed the bloodshed to accommodate his Communist buddy’s request.

Interestingly, Russian tanks subsequently got bogged down in March mud that was frozen in February.

Xi owes Vlad bigtime on this one.

Also interestingly, in 2014 Russia waited until after the February conclusion of its 2014 Sochi Winter Olympics before invading and taking Crimea away from Ukraine. What’s past is prologue.

In the wake of Russia’s horrendously bloody 2022 Ukrainian invasion, sanctions and boycotts of all sorts were imposed on Moscow. These will cause much pain. Time will tell how effective they’ll be. But sanctions don’t impact dictators as much as many wish. Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein laughed off sanctions that targeted his regime. Until such time as the dictators themselves actually go hungry, they’re apt to thumb their noses. At least until their natives get very restless.

So what about the numerous Russian sports sanctions now in place? Consider the decision of FIFA and UEFA to suspend Russian national and club soccer teams from all international competition “until further notice.” Ouch! Or as Putin might say, Ой! (Oy!)

Those favoring such sanctions ask how we can possibly conduct business as usual with such countries. Germany’s 1936 “Nazi” Olympic example is often cited as a cautionary tale, the lesson from which being that we should not bestow legitimacy upon bestial regimes.

Those 1936 Berlin Olympics were cited by President Jimmy Carter in 1980 when he declared a boycott of Moscow’s Summer Olympics. A Soviet invasion of Afghanistan made business as usual impossible.

(Although 1980’s Lake Placid Winter Games did take place that February, the highlight of which was the American ice hockey win over the Soviets. “Do you believe in miracles? YES!")

While athletes who’d trained and chased Olympic dreams for years were embittered by Carter’s 1980 decision, most folks understood and supported his actions. Over 60 other nations joined the boycott. But there were consequences, such as Soviet payback in 1984 when the Russians and their satellites boycotted the Los Angeles Olympics. The Soviets cited security concerns and American “chauvinistic sentiments” that whipped up an “anti-Soviet hysteria” in the U.S.

Sure.

The only east bloc country to buck the Soviets in 1984 was Ukraine’s neighbor Romania, whose athletes received a thunderous ovation when they marched into the L.A. Coliseum. Interestingly, the athletes from Communist China received a similarly warm American reception as they marched into their first-ever Olympic competition.

(At the time Ukraine was an unhappy member of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It broke free at the end of 1991 when the USSR imploded.)

Will Russians participate in the 2024 Paris Summer Olympics? Time will tell. Athletics greatly enrich the human experience while connecting cultures so the sports world is much poorer when innocent athletes can’t compete due to world politics.

While the biggest victims of Russian aggression are obviously the Ukrainians, the Russian people are also needlessly suffering in many ways—to include innocent Russian athletes. A united front by those Russian athletes would matter. But it takes a lot more courage to protest by “taking a knee” in Russia than it does in America.

Still, could high profile Russian sports heroes assert themselves and change the world?

Do you believe in miracles?

Yes.


The American Olympic ice hockey victory over the Soviet Union 
in February of 1980 was rated as the top sports story of the 20th Century.
(FanPop)