There are probably a small handful of places where you have the opportunity to do as many things as you can in Colorado. Believe it or not, this actually turns into a problem, because there is only so much time to do so many cool things. At any one point, you can really only do two things well, and still have a job. Fishing and rugby seem to have bubbled to the top of my priority list.
This last weekend, there was a rugby tournament in Steamboat. It is one of the more social tournaments where players will 'whore' for other teams when they need an extra body to fill out a side. Players take it seriously, but to much less of an extent than league play or RuggerFest. Nobody gets upset at bad calls, or at least not very, and the town is more than happy to see a bunch of folks come in and dump cash at the local stores, restaurants, hotels, and campgrounds. Coincidentally, the path to and from Steamboat runs along and/or near several spots where an angler can drop in and attempt to coax a fish into biting on a hook. Basically, it's an all around weekend for myself and a couple of guys from the club that I fish with on a regular basis.
At the end of the day, the rugby was good, the party was great, and I caught a flippin' monster up in Stagecoach state park. Dry fly season is upon us, which is what all, or at least most, anglers wait for all year. Watching a fish come up to nibble a fly and then setting the hook is much cooler than waiting for your strike indicator to get pulled below the surface by the fish that you can't see.
The fly of the day is the Yellow Stimulator, provided by the folks at www.oregonflyfishingblog.com
Tight Lines,
Dave
Monday, July 14, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
USNAFU
USA Rugby fired three people last week. No notice. No discussions about job performance beforehand. Nothing that would indicate that the organization takes itself seriously as an employer. The terminations were guised as a layoff, but when was the last time an employer hands each employee a cardboard box and walks them out of the building in a layoff. Layoffs generally include some form of transitional strategy, with an admission that there is just not enough cash in the coffers and that reductions in costs are necessary for the long term viability of the organization.
While the point of this story could well turn into one about how employers should treat their employees, and that is a valid thread, the punchline here is that USA Rugby is still the same dysfunctional organization that it always has been. It is run on the agenda of a small scale fiefdom where personalities and the ability to kiss the correct buttock at the right time are the measures of merit.
Two years ago, the organization fired two of the better known and certainly more accomplished players ever to play for the national side. If nothing else, these two were ambassadors to the sport with international recognition. At least a handful of other employees at various levels were also let go. A new management team was brought in, including a funny-talker CEO, and everything was supposed to get better. I was told that we should give the new leadership a chance to let their model prove itself. Well, it didn't take long for the new administration to show that nothing had changed. USA Rugby was, is, and for the foreseeable future will continue to be the same small scale fiefdom that it always has been.
The basic problem with the organization is that it is the national governing body of a sport that nobody cares about, except for those of us who play the game and our relatives. Because nobody cares, there is little support at the national or local level. Since I started playing the game about 12 years ago, the US national team was ranked somewhere between 19 and 22 in the world, depending on the time of year. Today, the Eagles are ranked #20 in the world, despite new sponsors, a boatload of money from the International Rugby Board, a fundamental restructuring of the club level divisions, and a few palace coups at the national office. While soccer and lacrosse have both proven that building from the ground up with youth programs is an effective model, USA Rugby continues to pump money and resources into the top levels. The end result is that the sport has not increased the base of support, and the US is still an easy W for the opposing club in international competition.
When there is no performance to point to as a metric of success or failure, politics and bullsh*t become the basis for decision making. In a way it's a shame, because the whole effort is misguided. If you asked anyone who plays the game whether it was more important in the near-to-mid future to introduce the game to more youth or to actually win a match in the World Cup (let's face it, that in itself is a stretch goal), 95% of the respondents would vote for expanding the sport through the youth. We are after all the US of A. I can't think of a single silver medalist with an endorsement deal, so why waste the resources on a national side until we can actually compete?
The fly of the day is the Blond Wulff courtesy of the nice people at Fly Anglers Online
Tight lines,
Dave
While the point of this story could well turn into one about how employers should treat their employees, and that is a valid thread, the punchline here is that USA Rugby is still the same dysfunctional organization that it always has been. It is run on the agenda of a small scale fiefdom where personalities and the ability to kiss the correct buttock at the right time are the measures of merit.
Two years ago, the organization fired two of the better known and certainly more accomplished players ever to play for the national side. If nothing else, these two were ambassadors to the sport with international recognition. At least a handful of other employees at various levels were also let go. A new management team was brought in, including a funny-talker CEO, and everything was supposed to get better. I was told that we should give the new leadership a chance to let their model prove itself. Well, it didn't take long for the new administration to show that nothing had changed. USA Rugby was, is, and for the foreseeable future will continue to be the same small scale fiefdom that it always has been.
The basic problem with the organization is that it is the national governing body of a sport that nobody cares about, except for those of us who play the game and our relatives. Because nobody cares, there is little support at the national or local level. Since I started playing the game about 12 years ago, the US national team was ranked somewhere between 19 and 22 in the world, depending on the time of year. Today, the Eagles are ranked #20 in the world, despite new sponsors, a boatload of money from the International Rugby Board, a fundamental restructuring of the club level divisions, and a few palace coups at the national office. While soccer and lacrosse have both proven that building from the ground up with youth programs is an effective model, USA Rugby continues to pump money and resources into the top levels. The end result is that the sport has not increased the base of support, and the US is still an easy W for the opposing club in international competition.
When there is no performance to point to as a metric of success or failure, politics and bullsh*t become the basis for decision making. In a way it's a shame, because the whole effort is misguided. If you asked anyone who plays the game whether it was more important in the near-to-mid future to introduce the game to more youth or to actually win a match in the World Cup (let's face it, that in itself is a stretch goal), 95% of the respondents would vote for expanding the sport through the youth. We are after all the US of A. I can't think of a single silver medalist with an endorsement deal, so why waste the resources on a national side until we can actually compete?
The fly of the day is the Blond Wulff courtesy of the nice people at Fly Anglers Online
Tight lines,
Dave
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Save Second Base
So I went up to Summit County this last weekend, with the intention of being my wife's support crew and get in some fishing on the Blue. The fishing reports for the Blue were off the hook, right until the day I left. Apparently, the water department decided to let more water out of the Dillon reservoir, and blow out the fishing holes. The reports at the local fly shop read like, Don't Bother" "Wait a bit, it'll get better soon" and my favorite, "Get a tube and a 30 Pack".
Heading into the weekend, I must admit, I was more concerned about which spot to fish, instead of the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer itself. I figured there were people who had that organized, and my wife is one of those corn-fed girls from the midwest. In other words, she's tough. What I did not figure on, was the production value that was going to take place that weekend. There were obviously a lot of pink license plates, and a lot of pink t-shirts and caps in town. The only comparison I could come up with was a 'Dead show. Cars were well appointed with messaging, pink ribbons, signs, pictures, flags, boas, and just about anything pink that you could figure out how to attach to the exterior of an automobile. The support crews were amazing. There was a group of bikers, as in Harley not Trek, who stopped at a few places along the way to tell jokes and cheer on the participants. There was the self-named Moo Crew, dressed in bovine themed attire, likewise providing encouragement and improv. humor. One lady, whose granddaughter is a 3 time survivor came to support the cause and held the sign in the photo above.
Overall, it was an awesome gathering of folks who came together to support a cause and did as much walking as they did talking.
The one altercation I heard of included a biker, Trek not Harley, who yelled at the ladies on the path to share the path because they were in his way. Sidenote: In what frame of mind does it seem that yelling at 50-100 ladies all wearing pink and on the same 39 mile hike is ever going to sound like a good idea? According to my wife, the ladies responded with a plethora of pejoratives that would have made any rugby club proud.
All in all, ~1100 people participated in the walk. Approximately 10% were survivors, and $3.3 million dollars were raised by the participants through donations. The walk itself was no mean feat. 39.3 miles in two days at 9300 feet, is nothing to sneeze at. I must admit that the takeaway from the weekend was the magnitude of the weekend, and the dedication of the participants and their supporters.
There were a few fish caught, but at the end of the day, I can't really say that counts.
The fly of the week, going with the theme of pink, is the Hi Viz Caddis: (Courtesy of the folks at Royal Gorge Anglers.)
Tight Lines,
Dave
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