One such holiday weekend back in the day, I was visiting relatives on the east coast and gifted a bunch of baseball cards from my mother's younger cousin Morteza. Included in the batch was a 1979 Joe Montana rookie card. Mort didn't think the cards had any value, and when I returned home to Chicago I happily sold it for $80 at a local memorabilia shop. Lo and behold, vord eventually got around on the Persian inter-family network, and grandfather ended up reimbursing the whining Morteza only after a TON of drama.
(One day I'll share the story of when David my American In-Law, married to cousin Shiva, sent me a David Robinson rookie in 1990. That one got ugly.)
That was a long time ago. These days I avoid America professional sports like the plague. Particularly with the economic malaise happening, it's mind-blowing to read of the overblown salaries these fatcats earn -- and the mindless masses who pay their salaries.Arash Markazi touched on that theme yesterday with this article about the Yankees on CNNsi.com. The 28-year-old USC grad has been one of the more popular journos at Sports Illustrated, as articulated by this dude's Arash-envy blog posting.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the reporting (and alumni) spectrum, Sam Alipour wrote a funny story last week on ESPN's Page 2 about how some students at his alma mater celebrate the end of the semester. Hint: lots and lots of underwear.
Also in the sports pages today, its being reported that the head coach of Cal-Poly SLO (San Luis Obispo) is a candidate to fill one of the many vacancies in the Division I ranks. That'd likely mean the Cal-Poly defensive coordinator would be going along too. That person is Payam Saadat, a 37-year-old Santa Monica native who would become the first Persian to coach on the Division I level. In high school I'd watch him in a few Pac-10 games as a linebacker for Washington State, which was the first school to take a chance on me.
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