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WND20 by T.M. Schultze

January 2020 Photo of the Month: WND20

My January 2020 Photo of the Month is WND20, another sunset photograph from San Diego’s Windansea Beach. Continue reading

Kobe Bryant Inscription

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Kobe Bryant Inscription

My friend Dave Harrell left this inscription on the wall at the Lakers HQ memorial for Kobe Bryant.

The first text came in that said “RIP Kobe.” It was to a basketball-oriented texting group, and I simply assumed he was referring to Lebron passing him in career points the night before.

I should be writing more about Sports on my website. I am not a fan of “Los Angeles,” but growing up in the Inland Empire in the 1980s we were in the LA television market and it was easy to fall for the Lakers, Raiders, Dodgers, Kings, and USC/UCLA football. I had many sports heroes. Magic Johnson. Orel Hershiser. Luc Robitaille. Bo Jackson single-handedly created my 30+ year toxic fan relationship with the Raiders. But I realize, the summit was Kobe Bryant.

After putting my phone down, I went back to my nap.  Then I could hear my phone buzz four or five times in rapid succession.  I deactivated my Twitter account, so I simply pulled up Google News.  There it was.  Stunned.  Shocked.  Sad.  Impossible to process.

Kobe Bryant Fans Gather In Los Angeles. Photo: D. Harrell

Kobe Bryant Fans Gather In Los Angeles. Photo: D. Harrell

Over time, I narrowed my interests specifically to the Dodgers and Lakers. Baseball was the first sport I loved, but over time my mind and heart gravitated to basketball. It wasn’t that it was faster-paced. I actually enjoy the pace of a good baseball game. I was taken with the “game within the game.” I was attracted to the offensive and defensive strategies, and although the Showtime Lakers faded, I still stuck with the slow-paced version from the 1990s. At the time I was just a freshman in college, a high schooler from Lower Merion, Pennsylvania was drafted by the Hornets and traded immediately to the Lakers. I remember Jerry West, as revered a Laker as there is, assuring fans that this high schooler had the skills and DNA to become a truly great player. This was a time when being drafted out of high school was considered a novelty. Kevin Garnett was drafted the year before and had a fairly non-descript rookie year. It wasn’t clear that these guys were going to be superstars. But from having an NBA father and low-resolution video from high school, there was hope.

The texts began to come from people from all over the place. My friend James called me leaving Joshua Tree National Park to confirm the news. People were starting to hear that he had kids on board. It was then said online that it was his 13 year old daughter Gianna (Gigi). I have a daughter who is almost 10 years old. The thought of losing a daughter is just a stomach-punch. My Mother texted me because she knew I loved the Lakers. My grandmother, who is not a sports fan, was moved to tears when I told her about his daughter. We didn’t even know another family was on board as well.

Memorial For Kobe Bryant in Los Angeles. Photo: D. Harrell

Memorial For Kobe Bryant in Los Angeles. Photo: D. Harrell

I specifically remember a National TV game in Kobe’s second season against Michael Jordan’s Bulls, in the midst of their second three-peat. The Lakers kicked their ass and ran them off the court. Shaq was always a coverage problem for any defense, but adding a very active and athletic Kobe made them incredibly difficult to defend. You could take away one, but not both. It seemed the future. Kobe was voted an All-Star that year even though he came off the bench for his own team. Could they challenge the Bulls in the Finals now (1997)?

Kobe famously flew in a helicopter to games from his home in Newport Beach to downtown Los Angeles. Considering rush hour traffic in Los Angeles County is a 24-hour concern, this seemed brilliant. It was said he was flown to the top of a building, where he had people and a car waiting for him to take him to the Staples Center. For somebody who could afford it, it seemed brilliant.

The Lakers didn’t challenge the Bulls. The Sonics and Jazz had the right formula. Pick-and-roll the Lakers to death, because Shaq wouldn’t recover and they had no help defense (this was a time when illegal defense rules prevented a lot of the “help” defense that exists today). Kobe shot the 3 airballs against the Jazz. It was sad, infuriating, and I wondered why he was shooting anyway. I remember Todd Donahoe, from ABC 7, saying not to fret because he was a future superstar.

Early in 2019, on a work recognition trip to Oahu, my friend who was my guest suggested we get the island helicopter tour. We didn’t do it because it was a little out of budget. I was disappointed because I wanted some good aerial photographs of Oahu. Weeks later, a helicopter for a different company crashed. We would have been fine had we gone, but it was a reminder that all of humanity’s great machinery works and works until the one time it doesn’t.

The Lakers finally broke through with a 3-peat of their own. Each title was a little different. The 2000 Lakers (and Shaq) were completely dominant. I think the day Kobe became a superstar was Game 4 of the Finals. Shaq fouled out, and the Pacers were a big team. Kobe took over in overtime and closed the door shut on Indiana. At that point, there was no doubt. They overwhelmed the 76ers in 2001 after a medicore regular season and would have swept the playoffs for a single Allen Iverson vintage performance in Game 1. In 2002, the Nets had zero chance, and were swept.

One of the reasons I was such a big fan of Kobe was simple. He was a year younger than me. Many of the things people were saying about him early in his career (young, immature, etc.) were the same kind of things I was hearing. When he got to 30 years old and would complain about newfound aches and pains, I understood in real time exactly what he was talking about. He also showed a different side of himself being a parent to his daughters, yet another thing I totally related to.

After Shaq was traded, Kobe’s mid-career sat in the NBA wilderness. The team wasn’t good. They missed the playoffs the first year. After a surprising first half with Rudy Tomjanovich quitting on the team, the team imploded. They made it back to the playoffs with some extremely lean rosters, powered by Kobe’s top scoring seasons. They were breathtaking to behold. The “Smush Parker” years were not good, although it should be noted that Smush got the steal that allowed Kobe to beat Phoenix in the playoffs at the buzzer. The trade demand, and the almost-trade to Chicago was depressing. Then came a trade for Pau Gasol. The Lakers won championships 15 and 16 and suddenly were in sight of catching and surpassing the Celtics for most titles.

My friend Dave was staying at a hotel 2 blocks from the Staples Center. He is a Denver fan, and we’ve had plenty of Hot Takes and Shots Fired at both our sports team. Dave was kind enough to go down and sign my name to the memorial wall they set up. Dave, I can’t thank you enough man, thanks for that.

Kobe wasn’t an analytics wonder. His 22 foot contested jump-shots were amazing to behold but not statistically inclined. That he could make 40% of those shots was amazing. While modern basketball analytics doesn’t appreciate his game, in the context of a slower pace and less utilization of the 3-pointer, I believe he still added tremendous value.

Yes, he shot too much. Yes, he could have passed more (although he averaged nearly 5 assists per game). But man, he sure looked like he was kicking ass on the court.

I saw Kobe play twice.  The first was the “Chris Childs” game when he got punched and ejected.  Shaq took are of the Knicks.  The second was a blowout of the Magic during Dwight Howard‘s rookie year.  I didn’t see any “vintage” Kobe performances but he was always a constant, for 20 years, that you could count on.  Until the day came that constant changed forever.

I had my moments of “Damn it, Kobe!” but then he would score 62 points on the Mavericks in 3 quarters and then top that with 81 points against the Raptors a few months later.

I remember telling my friend James that Kobe had 50, and he replied with a snarky “does he have 0 assists and they’re losing?” When I told him he had 50, and it was early in the 3rd quarter, he then said, “Okay, turning on the TV now.” Even the haters had to appreciate. Still, my favorite memory was him up to 77 points and gesturing angrily at Sasha Vujacic to pass him the ball. There was no calm Kobe.

One of the reasons we love athletes is that we want to imagine ourselves being so athletic, graceful, accomplished, and at the top of their field.  That isn’t possible for almost all of us.  And we often attach our hopes on their accomplishments.  I was truly sad and depressed when the Celtics beat the Lakers in 2008.  I was angry when I felt Kobe shot them out of the finals with the Pistons.  I was exhilarated in the “6-24” game when he made the shot with less than a minute to go that left enough distance to beat Boston, just as Magic had done in 1987.  I lived for moments that I was powerful to affect.

Kobe wasn’t perfect.  He was at times a difficult teammate and hard to coach.  He was stubborn.  He built an image that always seemed calculated, and it was made worse when he went on trial in Colorado for what was alleged to be a horrible crime.  He made his comeback, won his titles, retired in one of the more memorable (and ridiculous) final games one one’s career.  He won the Oscar because he knew the right people.  He was extremely corny, and he wasn’t the first athlete to do so.  But what people didn’t seem to realize:  he was in on the joke.

I reflected with a few friends on sports tragedies.  The first to come to mind was Roberto Clemente, who died in a plane crash while helping deliver aid to Nicaraguan earthquake victims.  But while Clemente was a superstar, he was rarely seen on television and wasn’t a singular superstar in the modern sense.  Lou Gehrig was tragic as well, but his illness played out over time and was mainly read in the newspaper.  People like Thurmon Munson and Roy Halladay were lost too early, but they were great players and not the single biggest name in baseball.  Len Bias was shocking and sad, but we didn’t get to see him develop.  Similarly, Reggie Lewis and Drazen Petrovic were stars but we didn’t get to see them become superstars.  As Bill Simmons said on his podcast tonight, this may be the saddest day in NBA history.

Deaths that are unexpected hold a place in our psyche.  The average US male may live 76 years, but for every 90 year old, somebody has to pass before their time.  I am so sorry to Kobe Bryant’s family, the families of the other people on board, to fans of the Lakers and the NBA, and I hope to spend a lot of time this week reflecting on my favorite player of all-time.  I want to see his 81-point game a few more times.  Please hug your loved ones, and tell your friends that you truly value and appreciate them.  Take lots and lots of pictures with all of them.  The next day is never guaranteed.

Rest in Peace, Kobe, Gianna, and the other 7 people on-board.

Note:  Special thanks to friend David Harrell for visiting Lakers headquarters this evening on my behalf.

JT145 by T.M. Schultze

December 2019 Photo of the Month: JT145

My December 2019 Photo of the Month is JT145, a black and white looking East as the Christmas storm that brought snow to Joshua Tree was coming in. Continue reading

My 2019 In Music Starts with Foals - Moonlight

My 2019 In Music

One of the last blog posts I do each year is cover the music I listened to the most, and sharing it with others.  Continue reading

STN27 by T.M. Schultze

My Favorite Photos of 2019 (12 Images)

2019 is coming to a close, and with that, it is time to look over my catalog of images and determine my favorite photos for the year. Continue reading

November 2019 Photo of the Month: SSB4

My November 2019 Photo of the Month is SSB4, photographed after sunset at the Tabletop Reef located at Seaside State Beach in Encinitas. Continue reading

October Photo of the Month: SNT30

My October Photo of the Month is SNT30, a photo taken right by my house at Santee Lakes. Continue reading

Deadspin Was A Good Website

Yesterday, I lost one of my favorite websites,  As my good friend Dave Harrell pointed out, it was also the 4-year anniversary of the loss of another beloved site, Grantland.

As has been pointed out many other times online, this isn’t the true death of Deadspin, which will likely exist as a zombie website in order to catch SEO search views and serve tons of ads to those who click on the links.

I have been reading the website since Will Leitch was the Founder and Editor-In-Chief.  It served plenty of sports, but also a quirky and bizarre set of side pursuits that had little to do with sports.  Where else can you get upset by some incredibly bad takes on cereal?  Or follow the monthly drama of Oddibe McDowell’s water bill?  I miss Bear Friday.  Just a small selection of a lot of content that I truly enjoyed as a tangent from sports.  You don’t have to Stick To Sports.

The writing was always fantastic.  The writers were always allowed to expand on the sports they were most passionate about.  I learned more about Premier League and La Liga because of the expansive write-ups by people like Greg Howard and Billy Haisley, even though its a sports where I only have minor interest.  I loved reading it.

Nobody wrote about Donald Trump better than David Roth, and nobody made better Stephen A. Twitter jokes.  I could go on about so many more writers, and of course, how could the website exist without Drew Magary?  I suppose we will find out.

The writing has been on the wall, as they say, for Deadspin’s demise.  After Gawker Media was litigated out of existence, the site lived on (with it’s sister sites) with Univision.  When Great Hill Partners bought Gizmodo Media, Deadspin’s days were numbered.  It’s doubtful that the new owners really did their homework.  Anybody who actually read Deadspin knew that they were committed to journalism and not taking things too seriously.  The “Stick To Sports” confrontation only had one way to go.  Even a newly created union did little to stop the site’s demise.

I suspect this is what Great Hill Partners wanted in the first place.  Free of expensive, experienced, writers, they can now explore the SEO underbelly that actually powers the internet.  They already inserted awful Sponsored Taboola links, which are nothing but garbage.  The controversy over auto-play video just to try to hit Farmer’s Insurance viewership goals made things obvious.  User experience meant nothing.

Crap Content is The Present, and Future

This is the reality of writing on the internet.  There are easy ways to boost traffic.  Content farms are supposed to be downgraded on Google search, but it’s obviously not working.  Current G/O Media boss Jim Spanfeller once bragged about posting 5,000 articles a day.  That isn’t writing or journalism, that is a virus.  This is, if you will, the Bleacher Report method of content.

This method also uses unpaid or low-paid writers, opening up a host of issues.  I don’t know G/O Media and GMG Union’s Collective Bargaining Agreement, but the fact that Deadspin was still using freelancers makes me believe it didn’t protect its workers as well as it should have.  Sites like Fansided and SB Nation (not coincidentally investigated by Deadspin’s own Laura Wagner) have created hundreds of “team sites” selling the dream to unpaid people that they too can become a professional writer (they won’t).  My Google News is filled with hundreds of these team sites I have had to manually remove from search results.

Then, there is the lousy content itself.  Evidence of bad content being uploaded with little to no oversight are too easy to find on the internet for me to link to.  Turns out, having a good Editor helps.  Fill every space with obnoxious ads, spammy Sponsored Links, and cross-site cookies means you can do the illusive:  make money on the internet.

But here’s the thing.  Deadspin was a profitable franchise!  Some of the best writers, many young but already skilled, curated by good editing, and you had a website worth reading several times a day.  There was a dedicated commentariat that even the writers themselves got to know.  Off-the-wall content was actually one of the reasons to go back to the site when you had a break or a lunch hour.  Great Hill Partners needed to do nothing, literally nothing, to keep the site working and profitable.  That they only knew to cut costs and strip all parts from G/O Media shows that they had no business buying the company in the first place.  Now that they fired Barry Petchesky and watched the entire staff resign one-by-one, what do they have?  Who wants to buy G/O Media now that its been stripped down to bare parts?

That’s where Deadspin’s future as a zombie lies.  Somebody will buy it, and they will either add a lot of lousy, unpaid, content, or they will just use the existing SEO to generate advertising money.  Deadspin will live, but it won’t exactly be alive either.  In that respect, I have a little more respect for ESPN holding in stasis, the articles allowed to rest in peace.

Deadspin was one of the first websites I loved.  At various times, I also loved Baseball Prospectus, Grantland, and a few others.  Arstechnica is still going strong, and I do hope its owners allow the site to continue unimpeded.  There isn’t much good journalism left.

The future of writing is bleak.  The future of reading is bleaker.  Just go to and read up.  How many articles are news and how many are just opinion?  Our own instincts are powering this behavior.  Purple journalism isn’t new, so anybody worried about Clickbait should read up on newspaper publishing.  They are only serving us what we engage with, and it isn’t straight-up, no compromise, journalism.  Great Hill Partners knows that, and that is why Deadspin had to die yesterday.


CNF50 by T.M. Schultze

September 2019 Photo of the Month: CNF50

My September 2019 Photo of the Month is CNF50, a photo of “Alex’s Tree” made at Lake Henshaw as a Summer monsoonal storm was clearing. Continue reading

LM111 by T.M. Schultze

August 2019 Photo of the Month

My August 2019 Photo of the Month is LM111, taken from San Diego County’s beautiful Garnet Peak in the Laguna Mountains. Continue reading