It’s odd, all the fuss about being a digital journalist. Seems like I’ve never been anything else. From typewriters to computer keyboards, every last column over the course of nearly 37 years has been produced with the participation and cooperation of all 10 digits.
Times and terms change, though. Plenty of you are reading this right now on a phone, which is odd in itself, but apparently necessary. Perhaps one day taking a college course on an electric toothbrush will be necessary, too. Meanwhile, I’ll try to connect with you, and vice versa, by everything this side of telepathy.
Today’s launch of my blog on the Palm Beach Post is a major part of that. You’re welcome into Dave’s Digital Domain any Monday through Friday to sample the dust that swirls around inside Dave’s simple brain.
Thanks for giving this a try. We’ll keep it up as long as you can stand it.
Dan Marino is special advisor to the Miami Dolphins’ CEO and president, Tom Garfinkel. That’s nice, but wouldn’t it be nicer if he were special advisor to the men actually making the team’s draft selections Thursday night?
Marino knows a little bit about what makes a successful NFL player, and about quarterbacks and wide receivers in particular. He shared that information with the world as an analyst for CBS and HBO. It seems a waste not to have his official input through player interviews or general discussions as the Dolphins search for draftees that could help pull them out of the doldrums.
Back in 2004 he gave front-office life a brief whirl, taking on the title of Dolphins’ Senior Vice President of Football Operations. If that had continued, Marino might eventually have assumed the same kind of power role that John Elway has in Denver. After three weeks on the job, however, Marino bowed out, saying it wasn’t a good fit for his family.
Now we see him doing community-service photo ops, taking golf trips to the Bahamas with big-money Dolphins fans, stuff like that. It’s easy to do and it’s good for the franchise’s business side. The business in which Marino excelled, however, is football, and a little bit of help from him in that area a few times a year, something in the personnel evaluation field, would go a long way.
Going into tonight’s draft we know that Mike Tannenbaum likes to play it really flashy. Dennis Hickey likes to play it really safe. With Marino’s voice in the process, even as an advisor, I would feel better about the Dolphins drafting really smart.
“The Fight of the Century” between Floyd Mayweather, Jr., and Manny Pacquiao on Saturday is breaking every record for monetary excess.
It’ll be six figures to buy ringside seats after-market. Based on that, my educated guess is that a cup of coffee will run you about $39.95 at the MGM Grand that night. Pay-per-brew.
Sure hope this fight is better than one I covered in Las Vegas in 1995. Mike Tyson was making his comeback after three years in prison for a rape conviction and the opponent was Peter McNeeley, supposedly the WBA’s seventh-ranked heavyweight. Not sure who was ranked No. 8 at the time but it couldn’t have been much of an honor.
Iron Mike needed 10 seconds to knock McNeeley down and another 79 to do it again. Before you knew it, the challenger’s manager was jumping into the ring to stop the fight, which appealed to Tyson’s gentler side.
“Eventually he was going to get hurt,” Tyson said. “You know me. I’m a blood man. I like to finish it.”
McNeeley’s part in the post-fight news conference was to field a few softballs from reporters planted by his team and then to shout at legitimate media members who sat there stone-faced, impatient for Tyson’s arrival.
“Let’s hear some more,” McNeeley howled. “How ‘bout some questions?”
The only one I could think of was “Why didn’t you go into a saner profession, like bull-riding? You’ve only got to last eight seconds to be a winner there.”
Didn’t ask it, though. McNeeley had already played his part, and we were all on deadline.
Oh, and I’m picking Mayweather Saturday.