When a Deal Is Not a Deal

The Atlantic Coast Conference has has reneged on its deal to host three post-season tournaments in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Inspired by the National Association for the Advancement of Cultural Poverty (the only thing I can imagine those initials represent), the conference has pulled out because South Carolina flies a Confederate flag at the Statehouse in Columbia. The legislators of the State of South Carolina did not decide to fly the flag after the ACC committed to the BB&T Coastal Field in Myrtle Beach, motivating some sort of response. In fact, it was after being bullied by the NAACP nine years ago that the flag was removed from the capitol dome and flown elsewhere on the grounds as a compromise.

Nonetheless, the National Association for the Annihilation of Constitutional Patriotism (I imagined another possible meaning of the initials, given that this was why the South had to raise arms against the Northern aggression in the Recent Unpleasantness) insists that anyone and everyone boycott South Carolina. It seems in more ways than one that when it comes to the NAACP, a deal isn’t a deal.

It is unfortunate that the NAACP has been able to bully the NCAA into meaning No Cooperation from African Americans and the ACC into Against Caucasian Culture. But that’s what they do. It’s based on the Marxist idea that you can’t advance one part of the population without pulling down another. That must be what it stands for: Neo-marxist Anger Against Conservative Politicians.

The ACC cannot blanket boycott South Carolina because Clemson University is one of its member institutions. However, what it does is consider each athletic venue on a case-by-case basis. It has given the NAACP veto power over any location it doesn’t like. The NAACP objects whenever an event is scheduled anywhere in the Palmetto State.

“Our baseball committee and institutional administrators awarded the championships to Myrtle Beach with the understanding that the event had the blessings of all parties within the state of South Carolina. It has become clear this was not the case,” commissioner John Swofford said. “It’s unfortunate that this miscommunication occurred, and since the original announcement, we have had productive conversations with members of the NAACP,” he added. “In the end, given the conference’s commitment to diversity, equality and human rights, our institutions have determined that this change should be made.”

This is open admission that the NAACP is a party that has to bless the actions of the ACC. Never Act Absent our Consent Party – I think we’ve sussed out the meaning of the initials now. The voiceover over near the end of college sports telecasts should now say, “Rebroadcast or retransmission in any form without the express written consent of the NCAA and the NAACP is strictly prohibited.” It is also a statement that South Carolina is not committed to diversity, equality or human rights because it recognises the historical realities of mid-19th century and doesn’t sweep them under the rug of revisionism.  The role of the ACC is also to take a political viewpoint and demand conformity to the mantras of the Left.

The deal that brought the ACC baseball tournament to the Grand Strand area of South Carolina would have benefited the people of Horry and Georgetown counties. Horry County is over 15% black. Georgetown County is nearly 40% black. Has walking out on the deal benefited them? National Association for the Advancement of… well no, clearly not. It obviously doesn’t stand for that.

Assumption of Risk and Passing the Buck

It’s a terrible tragedy and highlights the attitude of dependence on the Nanny State.

The inquest into the death of 9-year-old Billie Clayton has made national news. I’m not sure why, other than the fact that her father is a TV news presenter and she was very photogenic. There are, after all, about 1500 drowning deaths in the UK each year. It is the nature of the media that the beautiful children of articulate people are never just one in 1500.

Ian Clayton blames his daughter’s death on the lack of regulation in the canoe hire business. He wanted to take his twin 9-year-olds out on the River Wye. He rented a canoe from a little start up business in Hay-on-Wye. They had life jackets. There was nothing defective about the canoe.

Ian Clayton’s bad choices cost his daughter’s life. It was his responsibility to know whether he could handle a canoe and two primary school-aged children in one Britain’s major rivers. He should have enquired about the conditions on the river. It was his responsibility to know whether the children could handle themselves should things not go as planned.

He wanted to paddle down the River Wye. He had a duty of care to his children to know whether it was safe and weigh up the probabilities of trouble. He failed in that duty.

The owners of the canoe company have carried a terrible sense of guilt, of which they probably can’t rid themselves, even if it is undeserved. While they may be overcome by their emotions, they did not have a duty of care beyond what they provided. But more important from a public policy standpoint, the State does not have a duty of care to impose one on them.

Life involves risk. Usually it’s calculated risk. Sometimes you calculate correctly. Sometimes you don’t. When you miscalculate, you take responsibility. You don’t ask the State for a new calculator.

Missing the End of the Season

I had planned to be watching football right now. The elder child and I went to the football ground about 30 minutes before the match. Normally this is plenty of time to get a ticket at the turnstile and get seated during the player warm-up.

Today’s match does even have anything riding on it. However, last week our club went and got itself promoted to the next league. Now everyone has ex post facto promotion fever. There should normally be between 3,000 and 4,000 spectators. Today the 8,000-odd capacity has been reached. The seats were all taken and the standing areas full.

I considered – and even stood in the queue for – the last of the standing ends. However, I realised that two hours of standing on one leg while pressed on all sides and the swearing in the football chants right next to the child were not worth the price of admission.

Instead the child and I sat across the street on the pavement and waited for the Unnamed Woman to come pick us up. At six years old and not from a football mad family, he’s still working out the distinction between teams that play for countries and those that play for clubs. I also tried to explain the whole promotion thing, but he’s still getting his head around it.

The elder child was disappointed to miss the last game of the season, but I assured him that we will go again next season, which begins in just a few weeks.

A Good Name

I don’t do a lot of meta-blogging, but I was impressed with an article about the recently retired Bobby Knight by Dan Wetzel.

Wetzel focuses on one of the aspects of Knight’s career that often gets overlooked. Knight never cheated, even though cheating as become the industry standard in college basketball. In fact, he held himself and his programs to higher standards than the NCAA.

Go read the article.