Woof Woof!

The Bengals come to town today looking for a quick and easy win. They'll get the win, but it might not be as easy as everyone seems to think. I'm not gonna do something nuts like predict a Browns' victory, but the Bengals' health raises a few uncertainties about the team. Their offensive line was really beaten up last year, and they haven't really figured out how to use Levi Brown. So, the running game's a little suspect. However, the passing game is not. Carson Palmer will be throwing darts all over the field. If Poole, Jones, Holly and Bodden play like they did against the F***ing Steelers, it's gonna be a long, long day. Carson Palmer is a killer. But, I've got a good feeling.

I think the defense will respond. They'll play a solid game. The problem is that Derrek Anderson isn't going to put enough points on the board or move the ball enough to keep Palmer off the field. The end result is the Browns lose, as expected. I just think the defense makes Palmer and the O work for the win.

The score will be something like 31-24. Have a nice afternoon.

Me, I'll be at the Tribe game.

Time to Appease The Baseball Gods

Vinny's optimism about the Indians is making me very, very nervous. He almost gave me a heart attack when he said they could start printing playoff tickets. Now he's all jolly again this morning over last night's hard-fought win.

Like everybody else, I desperately want to see the Tribe in the playoffs this year, but I also don't want to be blamed if Vinny's sunny postings provoke the always fickle baseball gods.

So, I'll light some incense and share my rum with Jobu (pictured left), and sprinkle a little mindless negativity around in order to counteract the potentially devastating effects of Vinny's positive thinking.

The Tribe sucks. The Tribe will choke. The Tribe sucks. The Tribe will choke.

Suck. Suck. Suck. Choke. Choke. Choke. Choke. Choke. Hell, I'll even throw up a picture of Ozzie for emphasis.

There. That ought to do it. If the Tribe wins the Division, remember to give me all of the credit. If they lose, blame Vinny. We all know that at this point, the players and manager have nothing to do with it. It's all about me appeasing the baseball gods. Well that, plus my lucky hat.

The Browns Are Playoff Bound!

I've got to admit that I was a little skeptical about the Browns decision to become the first team in modern NFL history to trade their starting QB the day after the first game of the season. However, I watched Phil Savage's press conference, and now I know that the team is in good hands.

Before I heard Phil, I assumed that the team's decision was a sign of panic, and a pathetic effort by an extremely insecure GM and head coach to pander to fan sentiment. But then Phil spoke, and my eyes were opened. True, Phil was on record as saying that if Charlie Frye wasn't the greatest thing since the universal remote, Savage would be out as GM by 2008, but he made it clear that that was then, and this is now.

I also was operating under the assumption that this trade represented a fundamental change in the team's plan for the 2007 season, during which Brady Quinn would be given the opportunity to develop his skills over time. Fortunately, I was wrong about that too. As Phil noted, the team's plan hadn't changed, it had merely been "adjusted."

Don't worry about Quinn, Anderson is the starter, and he has the full support of Savage and Crennel. Brady Quinn won't be rushed into the game until the offensive line has had a few games to jell and the team is able to establish some kind of a running game. The only circumstance in which Quinn would replace Anderson would be if the Browns turn the ball over or are forced to punt at some point during the Bengals game, and you've got to admit, that's a pretty far fetched scenario.

I guess I could get all cynical about this, but let's face it, Phil's earned the benefit of the doubt. After all, this is the personnel wizard who shrewdly drafted Braylon Edwards and signed Kevin Shaffer and Ted Washington as free agents. So forget cynicism-- I'm all in for Phil and Romeo's excellent adventure.

All I can say is watch out, Cincinnati! Now that everything's straightened out, I predict great things for the Cleveland Browns this Sunday. Here's why:

• The fundamental problem with the Browns has always been the quarterback position, and Charlie Frye in particular. Now that the team's in the able hands of Derek Anderson, the real brilliance of Coach Chudzinski's offensive schemes will shine through.

• The problems experienced by the offensive line last week, and every week for the past eight years, are again attributable to Charlie Frye's incompetence as a quarterback. Sure, Frye did not join the team until 2005, but that's exactly the kind of excuse we'd expect to see from the die-hard Frye apologists, and one that knowledgeable fans will disregard.

• Frye also no longer hamstrings the Browns' defense. Is there anyone who seriously contends that Ben Roethlisberger would have thrown four touchdown passes last weekend if Anderson or Quinn had been the starting QB? At this point, I also can't see how anyone could argue that the defensive line won't be a lot better with Charlie Frye out of the mix.
  

• Did you know that since the Browns returned to Cleveland, the only game in which a punter ever dropped a perfect snap was one that Charlie Frye started? True, he wasn't in the game during that play, but that doesn't mean it isn't his fault.

• Also, last week was the only time in Browns history, and perhaps in the history of football, that a team had four penalties called against it in a single play. Who was the starting QB when that happened? You guessed it, Charlie Frye. Coincidence? I think not.
  

• Speaking of coincidences, don't you find it interesting that General Petraeus told us that we were winning in Iraq and that Continental Airlines announced a $50 million expansion in Cleveland the day after Frye was traded? Hmmm.

• Now that Frye's gone, look for Gary Baxter and LeCharles Bentley to return to the lineup very shortly and to contend for spots in this year's Pro Bowl.

Now that the anchor around the Cleveland Browns has been removed, the team will be able to achieve the greatness that fans expect from a team with that's just loaded with world class talent, thanks to the Savage brain trust. You know, I pity the Cincinnati Bengals. I really do.

Browns 84, Bengals 0.

Guttin' it out.

The Indians won tonight 5-4, after being down 4-1 after six innings. There were lots of heroes. Franklin Guiterriez and Victor Martinez each homered to drag the Indians back into the game, and then Casey Blake cranked the first pitch he saw from David Riske over the wall to win the game in the bottom of the ninth. Rafael Betancourt and Joe Borowski worked a scoreless inning each to give the good guys a chance for late inning heroics.

That was exactly the kind of tough win this team needed to get ready for the playoffs.

Their magic number is now 9.

On being a Browns fan

Shortly after the Browns returned in '99, I bought a little Browns shirt for my nephew. Like a lot of other dads, the Rhino raided his kids' college funds and bought 4 PSL's that gave him the privilege of paying for season tickets.

"Seems like I'm caught up in your trap again.
Seems like I'll be wearing the same old chains."


That huckster from Youngstown, Carmen Policy, peddled the renaissance of the team all over Ohio and immediately started talking about the playoffs. The talk shows and their callers started talking about renewing the rivalries with Pittsburgh and Cincinnati and just shitting all over Baltimore.

"Good will conquer Evil. And the truth will set me free. And I know someday I will find the key. I know somewhere I will find the key. "


Dwight and Carmen drafted a batch of stiffs and criminals. They wasted the extra picks the Browns received to ease the transition back. Pittsburgh destroyed the Browns in the opener.

"Seems like I've been playing your game way too long. Seems the game I 've played has made you strong."


They hired Butch Davis after he broke his promise to his players and bosses at Miami. Tim Couch cried. The Browns lost more and more and more. Art Friggin Modell won a Super Bowl. Despite everything, the fans kept showing up, kept buying t-shirts and as much Browns gear as they could grab.


"When the game is over I won't walk out the loser. I know I'll walk out of here again. I know someday I'll walk out of here again."


They finally cleaned house and got rid of Policy and Clark. Butch kept making lousy draft picks and just kept losing. They got rid of Butch too. Everyone hoped for the best with the new regime. After all, it had to get better. There was no other way to go.

"Well now I'm Trapped.
OOh yeah. Trapped.
OOh yeah. Trapped.

Seems like I'vebeen sleeping in your bed too long.
Seems like you've been meaning to do me harm."

They hired Romeo, who had no head coaching experience. The only thing he's done is made losing the norm. He had to flip a coin to figure out which player was best for the single-most important position on the field. About 20 minutes of this year's home opener apparently proved him dead wrong.
But, the Browns keep making money, big, big money, even though the team is a laughingstock.

I knew all that, and I watched. I watched on Sunday with a flicker of hope in my chest. I watched "knowing" they were going to lose, but hoping I was wrong. The next day, I read the fishwrap about them. Now, they're dangling Brady out there as the savior. He's all they've got left. I'll probably continue to watch to see him when he starts. He's another agent of heartbreak, just disguised with a pretty smile.

"But I'll teach my eyes to see beyond these walls in front of me.
Someday I'll walk out of here again.
Someday I'll walk out of here again."


~~~Italicized lyrics from "Trapped" by B. Springsteen

Respite from the idiocy

My pal can tell you all about the nuttiness and disarray in Berea, but how 'bout a little good news?

The Tribe put it to the ChiSox last night 8-3 to extend their lead over the Tigers to 6 1/2 games. They also reduced their "magic number" to 11. That means any combination of Indians' wins or Tigers' losses which totals 11 clinches the division for the good guys.

How did they get there? After all, on August 15th they'd slipped into a dead heat with the Tigers for the lead. Well, since that time, the Tribe has won 20 of 26 games. They've done it with very good all-around pitching and a few well-timed hits. Last night Paul Byrd quietly became the Tribe's third 15 game winner this year. He's never exciting, but he seems to give the Indians a legitimate shot to win on most nights. Of course, Sabathia and Carmona have emerged as guys anyone would want at the front of a rotation. The Indians are lucky to have both of them. The bullpen's been good enough. Borowski scares the hell out of every Cleveland fan when he takes the mound, but for the most part, he's gotten the job done. The set-up guys have been great. They've done a terrific job of "shortening the game."


The hitting during the last 26 games hasn't been spectacular, but it's been effective. Asdrubal Cabrera's really been a shot in the arm for the offense, Garko has been really hot lately, and Victor has methodically driving in runs when he's had the chance. Only Hafner's been disappointing at the dish, but he looked tough last night, driving in three.

The Tribe has 17 games left, and after today's afternoon game in ChiTown, they come home for nine games and then finish on the road in Seattle and Kansas City.

In a gross tempt of fate, I'd start printing the playoff tickets.

Utter Chaos

Will somebody please bring the NFL back to Cleveland?

Just when you thought it couldn't get any more embarrassing to be a Cleveland Browns fan, the Browns remind you that there is no limit when it comes to fan humiliation.

According to the latest reports, Charlie Frye, the winner of a QB competition that the Browns wasted their entire training camp on, is about to receive his one way ticket to Palookaville. Yup, Frye's reportedly out -- as in out of a job, out of town, and maybe out of the league (update: he's a Seahawk). Ken Dorsey's back in, undoubtedly to serve as a mentor to Brady Quinn, Browns QB of the future, or next week, or whatever.

This is what pressing the panic button looks like. I can't begin to tell you how much confidence in the Savage and Crennel regime this inspires in me. Here we go Brownies! Here we go! WOOF! WOOF!

Send in the Clowns. There ought to be Clowns. Don't bother, they're here.

Just Bill Being Bill

The NFL is reportedly investigating claims that the New England Patriots spied on the New York Jets coaching staff during last weekend's game in order to intercept defensive signals being sent from coaches in the booth. This clandestine activity apparently has been part of the Patriots game plan for quite some time, and this time, it might cost them a draft pick.

Bill Belichick's personal reputation has taken a few lumps in recent weeks. First, there was his Clintonesque response to questions surrounding his knowledge of steroid use among his players, then came the dust-up about his efforts to cut a back-alley personnel deal with Vikings coach Brad Childress, and now these accusations.

That Bill and his team would engage in this kind of conduct comes as no surprise to those of us who remember the Belichick era here in Cleveland. The only thing that's surprising is that the media is finally starting to notice. It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Since Belichick left Cleveland, he's developed into the greatest football coach of his generation. But Bill was a shifty little dirt bag back then, and it looks like he remains one today. If you want a great reminder of that, be sure to read the late David Halberstam's hagiography of the Little Man, and his discussion of Bill's tenure here in Cleveland in particular.

In the Gospel According to Belichick's Ghostwriter, everything that happened to Bill in Cleveland was just a result of a series of unfortunate events. Kosar's skills had diminished, Art Modell undermined Bill, etc. Yeah, yeah, yeah. None of that bothered me too much, but the spin that the book put on the decision to release Bernie Kosar was downright infuriating.

Without getting into the merits of the diminishing skills argument, we all know that there's a two word response to it: Todd Philcox. Nowhere in the pages of Halberstam's book does this guy's name surface, but Vinny Testaverde had injured his shoulder a week earlier, so that's who became Bill's starter when he decided to turn Kosar loose. No matter how far Bernie's skills had deteriorated, he was still light years ahead of Philcox. The Browns were 5-3 at the time of Bernie's departure, and under Philcox's able guidance, they went 0-4 before Testaverde returned to salvage a couple of wins. Funny, those aspects of the story don't get mentioned in the book either.

The bottom line is that by cutting Kosar when he did, the Little Man decided to tank the 1993 season. Since we know that Bill was the smartest guy in the room, it's probably safe to assume that he knew he was doing that when he did it. That's simply outrageous by any standard, but that aspect of the situation was completely glossed over in the book, while fan outrage at Bill was dismissed with this insulting bit of psychobabble:

It was almost like a football lynching, and it became uncommonly personal; in the media fans criticized his looks, his dress, his overall manner. It was so toxic that it seemed he had tapped into something deep and dark and angry in this city... little of it probably in the long run about football. Rather, it was the product of myriad other disappointments, personal and economic and social, but somehow, the continued failure of a not very good football team, a group of strangers who were not viewed as strangers, became the focal point for so much rage; the alternative, one assistant coach privately noted, was probably to beat your wife.

Yes, Cleveland fans, we're all a bunch of repressed wife beaters.

Now the little creep has three Super Bowl rings, not to mention a fawning biography from a Pulitzer Prize winner. You? Well, you had your football team taken from you, and replaced by a half-billion dollar bag-o-shit stuffed into orange helmets that you had to shell out $500+ in PSLs to get the privilege of watching. Serves you right, you lousy bunch of wife beaters.

It's starting to look like Bill and his henchmen might finally be in line for a little karmic payback. If it comes, it will be too little, too late for Browns fans, but the thought of Bill Belichick being given a "cheater" tag to hang around his eventual Hall of Fame bust does brighten up an otherwise depressing football week.

Staggering Incompetence

The Cleveland Browns are a staggeringly incompetent organization. There's really nothing else you can say about a team that supposedly had been preparing for yesterday's game since last April, and yet managed to turn in a performance that was so inept that it would have embarrassed a Pop Warner team comprised entirely of kids who eat paste.

Consider the following:

• The Browns squandered almost the entire preseason in a fruitless quarterback derby that apparently settled nothing, and seems to have accomplished nothing except to ensure that no quarterback on the team would have an adequate number of snaps to prepare for the season.
  

• New offensive coordinator Rod Chudzinski was supposedly bringing a new style of play to the team, yet the Browns continued to do pretty much the same things they've done in the past -- a point that wasn't lost on the Pittsburgh Steeler James Farrior, who mentioned it in his post-game comments.
  

• The offensive line was completely unprepared for what Pittsburgh threw at it, and was incapable of making any adjustments in response to the Pittsburgh defense. I understand personnel issues, but how is something like this even possible against a team that you see twice a year, every year? Gee, maybe hiring an offensive line coach whose only NFL experience was with the Houston Texans wasn't such a good idea after all?
  

• Then there's Romeo Crennel, who continues to prove both on and off the field that while he's one of the most stand-up guys in the NFL, he's also in way over his head. For example, confronted last week with yet another example of poorly timed anti-social behavior by a key player, Crennel continued his role as team doormat, defending Leigh Bodden's arrest following an alleged obscenity laced tirade against a police officer at Hopkins Airport as "nothing more than a traffic stop."

• Poor preparation for early season games has become a hallmark of Romeo Crennel's teams. Whether it's the loss to the Bengals in 2005, the loss to the Saints last season, or yesterday's debacle, you can always count on Crennel's Browns for an abundance of penalties, turnovers and mental errors in their opener. Those can no longer be blamed on Maurice Carthon or Butch and Carmen's players. It's on the head coach.
  

• But it's not all on the coach. Someone explain to me how the Cleveland Browns managed not to sign a punter until Saturday when they knew that Dave Zastudil might not answer the bell? Phil Savage, you truly deserve a game ball from the Pittsburgh Steelers, because you and the rest of your front office were instrumental in their victory. You know Phil, there's more to being a GM than making headlines on draft day.
  

• Then there's America's number one footie fan, Randy Lerner. What's the deal, Randy? You've been very careful to remain behind the scenes since John Collins attempted his coup back in 2005, but I think it's time for you to start acting like George Steinbrenner with a bad toothache. The time has come for you to very publicly smash some furniture. That is, if you give a damn. By the way, do you?
  

In light of the dismal performance of Frye and Anderson, many fans are already calling for Brady Quinn to get the nod as a starter. The Browns front office -- which is likely to be in full panic mode by now -- may be willing to do that very soon. All I can say is that if they try that, fans ought to storm Berea with hot tar and buckets of feathers. Don't let these fools squander the slim hope for the future that Quinn represents in what is likely to be a futile attempt to preserve their jobs.

For better or worse, Brady Quinn is the team's future. That's something that Phil Savage ensured when he sent next year's first round pick to the Dallas Cowboys for the rights to Quinn. Do you really want to put Quinn behind what is currently a train wreck of an offensive line? If Frye and Andersen can't play this game, then I'd prefer to take my lumps until we at least see some evidence that this team can protect a quarterback.

I still hold out hope that this offensive line may amount to something this year. If it does, then okay, I'll reluctantly agree to throw the rookie to the dogs. I'm only willing to go along with that because the team's dunderheaded approach to the QB derby and their yanking of Frye after a quarter and a half have guaranteed that they don't have any other alternative. The Browns made it painfully apparent to everyone in the league yesterday that they never wanted Frye to end up with the job in the first place, and Derek Anderson spent the balance of the game showing why he couldn't claim the job despite being given every opportunity to do so.

They say it's always darkest before the dawn. I hope that's right, because after yesterday's performance, it's pitch black outside as far as the Cleveland Browns are concerned.

Boy, Am I An Idiot!

You want to know an interesting fact? I don't know a damn thing about football. Despite playing the game for almost a decade and coaching it for just about the same length of time, I truly have no idea what the hell I'm talking about.

How on earth could I have gotten the idea into my head that this team would compete with a legitimate NFL team like the Pittsburgh Steelers?

More later. Right now, all I can say is that this football team makes me want to vomit.

4:13

After 4:13 into the game--- BRA-deee, BRA-deeee, BRA-deeeee.

Frye throws his first INT of the new season.

Help & Sorry

Help! Someone kidnapped my friend the Rhino and let an optimist write today's post in his stead.

Sorry. Steelers 27 - Browns 13.

The good guys just can't put points on the board as long as Charlie makes boneheaded plays. He just can't help himself.
That keeps the D on the field too long, and when that happens, so do a host of bad things.

I'm gonna watch and hope the Rhino's replacement is right.

For Cripes Sake, Will You Guys Just WIN!!

I've got mixed feelings as the Browns open the 2007 campaign. I think the team's better, but I'm also aware that they've got some glaring weaknesses and a brutal schedule ahead of them. Overall, I guess I'm guardedly optimistic, but since the first game is against the Steelers, I'm mostly just angry. I'm disgusted by the fact that almost a decade's worth of incompetent performances by the Cleveland Browns have allowed what was once the NFL's greatest rivalry to degenerate into football's version of torture porn. I want this string of humiliating losses to a team I truly hate to end right now.

Cleveland's last victory over Pittsburgh came in a Sunday night game back in 2003. The Browns won that night by a score of 33-13. It's been all downhill since then, with the Browns losing streak to the Steelers now standing at seven games. And what a miserable stretch of games it has been -- we've not only had to watch the Steelers turn Browns Stadium into their home away from home, but we've also had to endure on-field humiliations like 2005's Christmas Eve Massacre and last year's 27-7 debacle.

You'd like to think that in a rivalry as heated as the Browns v. Steelers used to be, blowouts like those two disasters would be the exception. In truth, they're actually fairly typical of the Browns efforts over the past three and a half seasons. The Steelers have outscored the Browns 197-67 in their last seven meetings, and only once during that stretch have the Browns lost to the Steelers by less than a touchdown.

To make matters worse, while the Browns appear to have spent most of the last three seasons engaged in a death struggle with the Oakland Raiders for the title of the NFL's biggest laughingstock, over that same period, the Steelers have covered themselves in glory. While Cleveland's endured everything from Butch Davis's nervous breakdown to LeCharles Bentley's torn patella tendon, Pittsburgh's highlights over the past three years include yet another Super Bowl title and a 15-1 regular season record. The Steelers consider last year's 8-8 record to be nearly catastrophic; if the Browns ever reached 8-8, we'd probably have a parade.

All of that brings me to my point -- ENOUGH OF THIS CRAP!!

It is far past time for the Cleveland Browns to stand up and smack the Pittsburgh Steelers right in the mouth. And guess what? They've never had a better chance to do that than the one they've got today. The Browns are a better team on paper than they've been since at least 2002, while the Steelers have a number of question marks that appear to have been papered over by the media due to their impressive reputation as judges of talent.

While preseason results should be viewed with a healthy dose of skepticism, the Browns appear to have made significant improvements in their offensive line, and Jamaal Lewis looks like he might actually have some gas left in his tank. Putting aside the unsettled situation at QB, Cleveland's biggest weaknesses appear to be on the defensive side of the ball, and the defensive line in particular. However, the biggest question marks for the Steelers relate to the offensive line, so even with Cleveland's defensive shortcomings, it remains to be seen whether Pittsburgh's running game will be as dominant as it has been in the past.

The Steelers are still quite a bit better than the Browns on paper, but they are in the midst of several key changes that could give the Browns a shot, especially in an early season game like this one. Pittsburgh not only has a new head coach, but there are a number of open issues at positions on both sides of the ball. On defense, Joey Porter's gone, and the Steelers are reportedly going to use rookie LeMar Woodley as their left side pass rusher in place of veteran Clark Haggans. That should make for an interesting matchup with Browns rookie LT Joe Thomas.

But perhaps more important from the Browns' perspective are the changes to Pittsburgh's offensive unit. One of the keys to the Steelers recent success against the Browns has been a dominant offensive line. However, that line looks a lot different than it did in recent years. Sean Mahan will replace the retired Jeff Hartings at the Center position while Willie Colon will start at Right Tackle in place of Max Starks. All-Pro Guard Alan Faneca is still with the team, but is unhappy with his salary situation and is likely in his last season with the club.

Another key change is the replacement of Fullback Dan Kreider with Carey Davis. Kreider has been one of the NFL's best blocking backs for the past several years, while Davis is a journeyman on his fifth NFL team. Kreider was basically a Guard who lined up in the backfield, and the Steelers are reportedly intrigued by the added versatility that Davis provides.

All of these changes don't guarantee that the Browns will be competitive this afternoon, but I think they've got a chance to be. I think the Steelers are being given too much credit for past performance. New faces often mean unpredictability, even if the team in question has a reputation for making excellent personnel decisions -- and remember, it's a new coaching staff that's making those decisions this season.

This game is probably more pivotal than any opener that the Browns have played since their return. The Browns have better talent at several positions, but the difficulty of their schedule means that unless they come out of the gate strong, this season could rapidly deteriorate into another disaster. On the other hand, if they figure out a way to win it, the nightmare of a 1-5 start will begin to dissipate. Crennel will have a little more job security, and the risk of Brady Quinn being forced into the starting role prematurely will lessen considerably.

I'm so damn tired of losing to Pittsburgh. For cripes sake, Brownies, will you guys just WIN!!! This is a classic example of the triumph of hope over experience, but to hell with it -- I'm going to predict that they're going to do just that.

Cleveland 17, Pittsburgh 13.

Pavarotti

I was getting ready to write a post ripping Leigh Bodden for his disorderly conduct arrest when I saw that Luciano Pavarotti, the great Italian tenor, died today. So I decided to scrap the Bodden idea and write about Pavarotti. What's an Italian opera star who isn't "the fat lady singing" got to do with sports? Maybe more than we sometimes acknowledge.

I think the same thing that attracts sports fans to their games is what attracted many people to Pavarotti. So, on a day when we've been provided with yet another example of stupid behavior by a pro athlete, Pavarotti helps to remind us about why we care about sports at all, and why that's a good thing.

Most of the time, sports and music are just pleasant diversions from daily life. But people don't become passionate about sports or music because they're diversions, they become passionate about them because at their very best, they offer us a chance to see things that can only be described as transcendent.

When you get right down to it, I think we watch sports because we hope to get a glimpse of a human being doing something that we know human beings just can't do. We don't see those moments very frequently, but they are what keep us coming back. That's because when we see LeBron James single-handedly defeat the Detroit Pistons, a crippled Kirk Gibson win a World Series game with a single swing, or a bunch of college kids beat the greatest hockey team in the world, we get a hint there may just be more to all of us than we think there is. Those transcendent moments give us reason to hope that the 8th Psalm's famous question -- "what is man that thou art mindful of him?" -- may actually have an answer.

I think the same thing is true when you hear a once in a generation voice like Pavarotti's. You don't have to appreciate opera to appreciate the vocal feats that he performed when he sang. Nessun Dorma, an aria from Puccini's Turandot, became his trademark (and, in a tribute to his popularity, ultimately a bit of a cliche). This performance at The Royal Albert Hall in 1982 shows you why his rendition of the aria resonated with so many people who wouldn't dream of sitting through an entire opera.



Nobody would ever mistake Luciano Pavarotti for an athlete, but like the greatest of athletes on their greatest of days, he gave us moments of transcendence. That's a tremendous gift, and those rare people who give it are missed when they depart.