Sunday, February 28, 2016

Costa Rica Trip Day 7 – Drive San Jose, General Costa Rica Observations

January 1, 2016

We are picked up by a van at our hotel at 6:30am.  We start the drive on a gravel road which goes at agonizing 15mph until we hit pavement around 7am and then start making good time.  We weave through the mountains, heading southeast and arrive at the coast where my Dad and I get out to take a quick picture of the dark sand beach.  It was much warmer than the mountains and it almost seemed like a different country. 

From there it is an easy hour to the airport as all of the traffic is going the other direction to the beach for the holiday weekend.  On this beautiful drive I had some time to ponder some observations I had made throughout the trip: 

·       Many farmers cut up trees on their land and planted the branches as fence posts, connected with barbed wire.  You could see some of the older fences made with this method, and those tree branches had grown into trees over the years.
·       I was bitten by a very large ant, about the size of a quarter, or an awkward looking spider, after our hike to the waterfall on the second day.  The good news is that I killed whatever it was.  At the time there was a bit of poison and the wound stayed swollen a week later to a nickel size bump.
·       There are stray dogs everywhere that roam the towns freely.  They sometimes stay in packs but it many are also lonely and look sad – which made me feel bad to see this.
·       They have a very recycle-minded culture.  At most houses and hotels, they have multiple buckets to place plastic, paper, perishables etc. and every week they take these to a central recycling facility. 


So we arrive at 9am, 2 hours earlier than expected due to no traffic.  Please note when arrive at San Jose airport that many airlines do not open their ticket counters until 10:30am, so no point in getting there too early.  So I wait for my Dad’s flight to leave for Baltimore and say goodbye.  I then wait around another hour or so for my flight back to Miami.  I look out the window one last time at the 3 volcanoes staring back at me, smile and say until next time, Pura Vida Costa Rica!

Costa Rica Trip Day 6 – ATV’s, Oklahoma Football & NYE

December 31, 2015

We were picked up at 10:30am for the ATV tour with a company called 100% Aventuras.  There was one other family of four with us and two guides.  The kids rode tandem with each parent.  My Dad and I each drove our own. 

We trained and practiced in football-field-sized area to get familiar with the 250 cc (large) dynamic machines.  Our guides said that these would be impossible to flip if we stayed on the trail.  So I apparently took this as a challenge in the training, and I made a wide turn, hit the embankment and jolted myself off the ATV.  I assumed the front right wheel would accelerate off of the rocks, but these ATV’s only have rear wheel power, so I ended up just bouncing backwards – oops!

We did this for about 30 minutes in total and then drove the ATV’s out onto a gravel road, to go up the mountain, and we turned off after about 15 minutes.  We start down a muddy trail and it weaves through farm land, crisscrossing the mountain.  There are a few technical parts, but everyone manages to get through without much incident.  The views were beautiful along the way, and we stopped for a bit at the high point where we could see Lake Arenal in the distance and the Arenal volcano on a clear day, but not today.


We drove back down the road and were escorted back to our hotel.  From there, I was a bit hungry and the sun was really strong so we decided to get ice cream for lunch.  I had 3 giant-sized scoops of almond chocolate, cookies and cream and a local blend with caramel and nuts.

We hung out at the room for a bit until the Oklahoma vs. Clemson Orange Bowl (in the college playoff) started.  We found out that the game will be played on ESPN Deportes, which luckily is one of the channels on our hotel room’s TV.  So we just plopped down on our bed and enjoyed the game for an hour and half when we were leading at halftime.  Then we did not enjoy the second half where we were outscored 21-0 and ultimately lost the game in undramatic fashion.  Overall for the season, OU performed well above expectations and I look forward to watching the team next season.

Our last true meal in Costa Rica needed to be a good one so we decided to try the locally acclaimed Café Cabure which is about 10 minutes east of Santa Elena.  They make their own chocolate and have special sweets and savory dishes.  I had an authentic mole (usually spicy chocolate sauce) chicken which is hard to find these days back in DC.


My Dad and I go to sleep around 10:30pm in order to get up early the next morning for our bus ride to San Jose.  However, the people of Santa Elena have other ideas, because we are awoken by dozens of fireworks going off at midnight, at the stroke of the New Year.  We look out the window and can see and hear them going off near and far.  Luckily it all stops within 30 minutes so we can rest.  But it is a suitable unplanned finale to a great trip.

Costa Rica Trip Day 5: Bungee Jump and Night Walk

December 30, 2015

This morning my Dad and I planned separate activities.  He went on a guided hike in a nearby reserve, and the highlight was that there are hanging bridges that connect the paths.  I went on a bungee jump, marketed as the highest bungee in Central America at 143 meters, or about 440 feet.  I had only done previous bungee jumps at 43m and 47m so I was really excited to do a much higher one. 

The day started with a lot of wind with gusts up to 45mph, which is typical for the region this time of year, and some light rain.  A bus came to pick me up after breakfast and we drove about 30 minutes North of town.  We arrived at “Extremo Park” which is the base for a company that does several adventure activities such as a canyon swing and zip lining, and they have a relatively new twist to it where you zip down on your belly like Superman, but today it’s just bungee for me.  I got in a line behind about 50 people to check in and I was thinking it was going to take forever for me to jump after these people.  Then I get to the front, I tell her I’m there for bungee and she literally asks “oh are you a little bit crazy?”  Turns out only about 7 of the 50 were there to do the bungee and the rest were zip lining.  So maybe I am a bit crazy to do this…

So we walk down a path from the office about 2 minutes and we arrive at a sort of cable car hanging out over the canyon.  Two guides come over to us and suit us up with gear and give us a rundown of the plan to not die.  They explain that you have to jump between two cables holding the lift.  So they only really let you do it one way which is a delayed swan dive where you put your arms out after you pass the cables.  Then you are supposed to bounce a few times and before they lower a rope with a cable for you to attach to your waist, which is how they reel you back up to the cable car.  I politely ask the guides if the light rain or gusts of wind will affect the jump and they said “probably not”.

Of our group, I happily volunteer to be the first to go.  I waddle up to the edge of the platform and look down and the trees below seem really far away, so I take a deep breath.  I jump without needing a push and do the delayed swan as instructed, bounce a few times.  After several seconds of hanging upside down, I look all around for the cable about 50 feet away from me—great.

The bungee cord and me are hanging directly below the lift, but the wind has blown the other cable far away from me.  So the guys at the top try to move it around to me, retracting and letting it down again.  In the meantime, I am just hanging there, so I bend upwards from the waist a few times to prevent all of my blood going to my head.  As I am doing this and I notice a beautiful rainbow which has formed about 500m away—and I have a great view. 

I was slightly disappointed that I wasn’t even close to the ground.  I was hanging about halfway between the cable lift and the highest tree, which means the actual jumping distance is about 60m; not 143m.  After about two minutes, I finally am able to grab the rope, and they start reeling me up as I admire the lovely rainbow near me.  I waited on the cable car for the others to go.

I went back to the office and purchased a first person GoPro video of my jump.  A fellow jumper, Robinson, then offered me a ride back into town since he rented his own car.  He was living in Paris and traveling through Central America with friends.  He worked in the oil and gas industry in France and did some research on Costa Rica before traveling here.  He said that the country started a government-directed program with a goal to have 100% renewable energy about 15 years ago and today they sit at 98.3% renewable energy – pretty amazing.  They get energy through many different methods – hydroelectric, wind, solar and geothermal. 

We ate lunch in Santa Elena town center, at a rather bizarre restaurant that was built around a really old and large tree.  The winding staircase circled the thick trunk and at the top are tables which alternate places based on the where the branches reach out over the street below.  I got a sampler meal with a bunch of local goodies such as cheese balls and sugar coated plantains.

While we were resting in our room, we got a call from the front desk that our driver was here to pick us up for a tour.  We had actually booked this for the next day and our voucher said so, but we preferred to do it today so we could watch the OU football game tomorrow and pack without stress.  So we quickly got our stuff together and rushed out the door to seize the opportunity. 

We were placed in a group with 6 other people, and there were about 8 other groups of similar size going out at the same time.  Our guide’s name was Jorge and his English was excellent, so everyone asked many questions.  This is the first tour we did where there were people from all over the world: Canada, France, Germany, Chile and USA. 

As we would pass other groups, the guides would share info on what they had found so that the other group could see the same thing.  We didn’t really expect to find much, but we actually saw several animals: a 3ft boa constrictor high up in a tree, which migrated from the rainforest area; bright green pit viper (deadly poisonous); spider the size of a tennis ball which was carrying a sack of eggs; unassuming bee’s nest right near the office; about 10 of the same brown birds who were sleeping in different trees; a leaf cutter ant colony that was about the same size as my 4Runner; a gecko; a fairy sort of creature in the forest, an Olingo, which is like a monkey; and some tree frogs.  It is unfortunately difficult to take pictures of anything because it is so dark.

The guide stopped at a large tree toward the end to explain that there is no way to accurately determine the age of any of the trees in the forest here because they do not have rings.  Trees normally develop dark rings when they pause from growing in the winter season; however, most of Costa Rica only has dry season and wet season, where the trees continuously grow.


Lastly, we ate dinner again in the commercial center, this time at Sabor Tico which costs about half as much as other restaurants, but we found out why due to the poor service and quality of food.  An unfortunate end to a good day.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Costa Rica Trip: Day 4 Mountain Biking Nightmare

December 29, 2015
Day 4, Transfer to Monteverde and Mountain Biking

My Dad and I were picked up by a small van and driven about 20 minutes beyond the town to Lake Arenal.  There were about 6 or 7 covered boats of varying sizes waiting on the bank by the parking area.  I would estimate over a hundred people were being offloaded from many buses, and spread out among the boats with their luggage.

Then we set out for a 2+ hour ride across the short eastern side of the lake.  The lake was very quiet with only a few fishing boats and almost no wind or waves.  We were traversing the eastern part of the lake, so we had the volcano in our rear view most of the way which made for nice pictures.  We were met on the other side of the lake at a very informal "dock" with no structure to set foot on -- it was literally just mud beneath a tree.  There were about a dozen vans of various sizes and colors parked along side the road and it was a very chaotic scene.  We waited for someone with a clipboard to yell out a name and the van number, but the vans did not have any numbers displayed.  We eventually figured it out but had to wait for one of our fellow riders who had lost track of suitcase in the chaos.  We then proceeded on about an hour long ride with a pit stop at a restaurant in a town called "Florida".

We arrived at our hotel, Poco A Poco which is on the south side of Santa Elena.  Santa Elena is the central hub of the Monteverde region, and if you ever travel here, understand that there is no actual city called “Monteverde” – which confused us.  Note that is can also be very windy in this area, especially where our hotel was situated on the mountain, which resulted in wind gusts of well over 30 mph.  We grabbed a quick lunch at the restaurant in our hotel’s restaurant and it was pretty good.

We then got picked up at our hotel around 230 to go on our mountain biking tour and were driven about 2 minutes down the road to a very small bike shop with three bicycles sitting outside.  It took us a while to find the right sized helmet as apparently my large head size is abnormal in Costa Rica.

We met our guide who spoke English very well and asked us what sort of ride we wanted to go on since we were the only riders.  We reiterated that we wanted to ride on the trails in the forest as it had shown on the website, which is why we booked it in the first place.  We preferred to stay away from steep inclines, as my Dad and I are intermediate riders but are accustomed to flat street riding.  I had specified to Pacific Trade Winds, our booking agent, that we did not want to ride on a road, especially not a busy road, because that would not be enjoyable for either of us.  So the guide said there is no real trail that goes through the forest as that is all private or protected land, but would try to accommodate us.  He then said he would try to take us on a route that was not too challenging in terms of inclines.

We agreed on the plan and set out traversing a back gravel road through part of town and immediately hit a very steep hill with about a 40-degree grade incline, which is very steep.  My Dad and I got about ¾ of the way up and had to hop off to walk our bikes the rest of the way.  We stopped at the top of the hill to catch our breath and then jokingly asked if the rest of the 14km would be the same, and of course our guide said yes – yikes.

Minutes later, we reach the main road that runs through this region.  Now, this is technically a highway in Costa Rica, but it is a two lane gravel road with slow moving traffic, so it’s not the traditional US highway.  We proceeded down this road for a couple kilometers, going up and down hills while having many cars and buses pass us, leaving us in the dust and inhaling fumes.  At this point I am leading so I stop on the side because I am thinking I might have missed the guide’s signal to turn to actually go off road somewhere.  So I ask the guide when we are leaving the main road and he says he didn’t really plan for us to do that.  And my Dad and I both give him incredulous looks.

Why would anyone find this sort of mountain biking enjoyable?  We weren’t training for a race.  We explained that we weren’t enjoying any scenery, it was overly challenging and not at all what we signed up for.  So we proceeded hoping to making the most out of it but about two hills later when we were walking our bikes up the hill, we said enough.  Our guide was sympathetic and could see we were not having a good time.  So he suggested we stop the tour and ride to a coffee shop a few minutes down the road.  We agreed and made it there where our guide then called a van to come pick us and our bikes up.

He was nice enough to buy us coffee and we actually did get to sit on a nice porch overlooking flowered trees and a creek.  The van arrived about 20 minutes later and took us back to our hotel and the whole ordeal was finally over.  I will definitely be contacting our booking agent to let them know this was not as advertised.

About a 2-minute walk from our hotel, there is a commercial center with stores, restaurants and a grocery store.  Here we ate at a 5-star-rated restaurant on TripAdvisor called The Green Restaurant, which was pretty tasty but not that exciting. While we were walking around town, we noticed a video ad for a biking tour back where just came from in Arenal.  This tour is on a sort of elevated bobsled track through trees in a forest – note to self – try this one next time.

Fun observation - I would say most, over 80%, of the tourists in Arenal and Monteverde have been American, which is a huge shift from my other travel experiences.  A few have been from Latin America and a few from Europe.   Today on the boat tour was the first time I had seen tourists from Asia (two Japanese couples).  Compared to my other international travel adventures, usually less than 10% are American tourists, so this has had the least diverse set of travelers, and by far the least amount of Asian tourists.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Costa Rica Trip: Day 3 Rappelling and Rafting

December 28, 2015
Day 3, Rappelling and Rafting

My Dad was sick in the week leading up to the trip but felt good enough to go on the trip.  However, after yesterday's ziplining activity in the rain, he got a chill and regained his cold symptoms.  So he decided to forgo any tours today in an effort to get better so he could do the remaining activities on the trip.  So today, I go solo.

I was picked up at 7:30 am by Pure Trek Canyoning and driven about 20 minutes outside of town.  There were about 30 other people there and we all walked down to an outdoor pavilion and got rappelling gear - gloves, helmet and leg harness.  I was then put in a group of about 12 at the front, because all of us would be doing the rafting trip afterward and they did not want us to get behind.

The entire group walked down some muddy steps about 10 minutes and arrived at a platform that straddled a waterfall.  The head guide went over the techniques to be safe and have fun today.  The course would include 4 rappels and a surprise activity in the middle.  The first one was an 80m drop, and once you reach the bottom, a guide moved me into the waterfall to get me wet and shook me around a bit for effect.  We were given instructions on how to control our descent, but the rope is wet so it’s very difficult to manually control anything.  The guide above had a safety wire which he controls and essentially does 90% of the control for everyone. 

I then climbed up about a 30 feet rope ladder which clung to a rock wall.   We then walked down a bit and came to a long ledge beyond where the platform is and I’m told to “just hold on” and not try to control the descent.  I say “okay I guess?”, and I am then jerked out about 30 feet from the ledge, just suspended about 50-60 feet in the air above the ground.  Two guides below yell something inaudible, and I instantly drop 40 feet in one second.  I am relieved to look down and find my feet dangling about 10 feet from the ground.  This is apparently called a “Monkey Drop” which I am later told they added this year to the tour, and was not in the tour description – a surprise to everyone.

The rafting-destined group waited at the bottom of this one for a guide to come thru and set up the next rappel.  We then proceeded to rappel 3 more waterfalls in the canyon.  This included one where we had to jump off the ledge to avoid a 15-foot gap.  Not everyone jumped far enough, and some swung back into the gap to bump up against the rocks below and to the side. No real damage done though.

The twelve of us hike back up about a quarter mile’s worth of mud steps to a hut where we take off our gear.  We then board a couple flatbed 4WD trucks which have been retro-fitted with bleacher seating on the truck bed.  They gave us a snack of mixed nuts, water and peanut bar on the way back to La Fortuna.  About 10:30am, they drop us off at a different company’s downtown office, Wave Expeditions, to go rafting.

Here I boarded a bus of about 20 people, with some from the rappelling group and some from elsewhere.  We then proceeded about 45 minutes outside of town.  We arrived along with several other buses at a river embankment.  Everyone gets their own life vests, helmets and paddles and then heads down to the river.  As we walk down to the water, we see boat after boat arrive from upriver, solely with the guide in them, pull up right in front of us.  There are about 6 people per boat plus the guide, and in total there were 15 boats going down one after the other.  I was with a family of 5, with 3 kids between ages 4 and 11 from eastern Pennsylvania.  We talked for all of 30 seconds before jumping in the raft, so we became quick friends.

This river is normally very calm, but every other afternoon, the controllers of a dam upstream release some of the water.  This release gives the river a very strong current and rapids of grade 2 to 4, but we only rafted up to grade 3 rapids.  The rapids weren’t particularly scary but we saw several people fall out along the way; no one seriously injured.  I have rafted other places but what made this different is that the first 3 km had CONSTANT rapids of the full course which is around 6 km.  Most rivers I was on before gave us some breaks between rapids sections, but not this one.

Our guide navigated very well and only got us in trouble twice where people were jolted in the air but no one fell out.  We saw a few animals along the river, such as egrets, vultures, a sloth and there were allegedly piranha native to the river but didn’t see any.  We then loaded up our gear, dried off, grabbed a beverage (beer for me) and headed to our next activity.

By now it is about 2:30-3pm and we are driven by bus 15 minutes away to a local coffee and moonshine farm/restaurant.  They had buffet style meals awaiting us of rice, beans, chicken and beef.  They grow sugar cane here, and use an indigenous method to brew coffee which was interesting to observe.  They then gathered everyone around to see how they make the moonshine after which they allowed us all to take some shots, which certainly cleared the sinuses.

Then we headed back to La Fortuna and we were dropped off at our hotels.  I met up with my Dad back in the room to take a breather for a few hours.  We decided to eat at the highly rated Don Rufino restaurant, less than a block from our hotel.  It was a little different from the norm – my meal came wrapped in banana leaves which is also how it is cooked.  Then we went to bed early for a much deserved rest!

Monday, December 28, 2015

Costa Rica Trip: Arrival, Waterfall Hike & Canopy Zipline

December 26, 2015
Day 1 Arrive in Costa Rica:

I arrived at the San Jose Airport at 7:30pm.  It only took 30 minutes to get thru customs and was then greeted by my Dad, who arrived the day before, at the airport exit.  We booked all of our hotels, rides and activities through a company called Pacific Trade Winds.  Our first part they arranged was a mini-bus to take us from the airport to La Fortuna, about 3-4 hours drive northwest of San Jose.  The drive was on a windy, two-lane road and we didn't see much because it was dark.  We arrived at our hotel, Hotel La Fortuna in the heart of the town, around 11pm.  The town is big for the area, with probably more than a hundred buildings and over 5,000 people.

On the drive, we passed many "sodas" which is what Costa Ricans, or Ticos, call small local restaurants that serve low-cost meals.  They are in all of the towns here.  There are bull rings and soccer fields in every town.  According to our guides, there is a bar next to every soccer field (and as of the 4th day he hasn't been wrong).

December 27, 2015
Day 2, Hike to Waterfall and Canopy Zipline:

We got up around 8am.  We ate the hotel breakfast which consisted of scrambled eggs, beans, toast, cereal and really good plantains.  If you've, never had cooked plantains, they are like sweetened bananas, but really soft.  The meal of meat, rice and beans which is a typical Costa Rican meal called "casado" (which literally translates to 'marriage').

We had planned activities for most of the trip but had left this morning open.  So we consulted with the front desk clerk who was very helpful.  We decided to take a taxi to a waterfall called Catarata La Fortuna (catarata means waterfall) which is about a 15 minute drive away.  The taxi was only $8 and we shared the cab with a couple from New York going to the same place.

We arrived and there was a line of about 25 people to pay the $11/person entrance fee.  In our first encounter with the wondrous rainforest, we made about a 15 minute hike down concrete/mud/cinder block stairs and arrived at the base of a very powerful waterfall.  The pool beneath the 100ft or so drop was really small and the rapids it was creating were very large.  It was impossible for anyone to get in the water and not get carried away. There was a less powerful waterfall adjacent to it, which was actually prettier because you can see it cascading down the vertical rock face.

We stayed about 30 minutes, and then hiked back up to the base where we ate lunch at a restaurant inside the park.  I ate a local version of a hamburger and my Dad had a vegan salad.  We then decided to walk back to our hotel, which our hotel man said would take about an hour, and we had an hour and half until we were to be picked up for our organized tour at 230.

On the way, we stopped at a really cool local artisan shop that had wooden carvings of local animals, human sculptures and even small jewelry boxes.  I bought a pair of toucans for myself and a cooking-related gift for my girlfriend as a present.  We then looked at the clock and saw it was 1:20 which meant we needed to pick up the pace to get back.  Around every bend in the road we thought we were going to see our next turn, but it didn't come until about 2pm, which meant we had to really hustle to get to the hotel in time.  Luckily I had taken a picture of Google maps so we could take a shortcut through a neighborhood behind our hotel.  We arrived at 2:24, go up to our rooms, and switched out the gear we need and hurried back downstairs.  Our bus arrives 1 minute after we get downstairs - whew!

We are now on our way to do a zipline tour with a company called Ecoglide in the rainforest canopy.  We get to the tour office and we find there are couple dozen people already there.  We then get geared up with a harness, helmet and gloves.  After we we sit down, more and more people keep getting off buses --  I estimate around 50 people in total.  I was hoping they break us up into smaller groups as I didn't want to be waiting too long on small platforms with a bunch of people, but they put us all in one big group.  Strangely, we and a couple others are the only ones who decide to wear our rain jackets. And it takes a long time to get everyone their gear, so we don't take the truck up to the top until about 3:20 -- keep in mind that the sun sets at 5:20-5:40 here.

In all, there are 14 separate ziplines plus a "Tarzan swing" in the middle that is optional.  This is not your average zipline-park style -- 50 ft long ziplines.  The first one and last one are a short 50-100ft but beyond that, most of them are over 400ft, with the second to last one being a massive 1380 ft.  You can pick up some serious speed, over 30 mph on many of them,  and the only way we can stop is with a leather glove on our dominant hand.  The guides end up doing 70% of the stopping for you with a safety system they have on each cable.  After about the 4th cable, it starts to rain on us and we are glad we brought the jackets, but less excited about having to try stop yourself on wet cables.  We quickly find out that it is near impossible to stop yourself with the glove so we then rely on the safety system to do 95% of the stopping for us.

We get to the Tarzan swing, where you essentially fall forward, standing, off of a ledge and swing out beyond a platform which is about 40 ft below.  Then you swing back and forth a few times like a swing and these two guys below you try to slap your legs to slow your swinging so they can lower you to the ground.  Sometimes they grab the person to stop them, which they did to me, but I kept swinging and almost took the guy off the platform with me.  Luckily the other guy grabbed us and all was well.  My Dad then followed me in doing it and he did not like as much as I did because of the spinning while swinging.

Towards the end, we ended up waiting on two platforms for about 30 minutes each, compared to 5ish minutes on other platforms as we had to wait for guides to come through and man each platform in front of us.  The company did not seem prepared for the logistics of managing 50 people.  It was partially difficult for them because there were 4-5 kids who needed to be escorted the entire way by a guide.  By the time we got to the 13th platform it the sun had set by 5:30, so we did the last two in the dark.  As you can imagine, doing this in the dark is no fun at all.  They gave everyone free drinks and beer at the office to try to make us feel better.  Overall it was a thrilling experience.

Then we walked to a restaurant, Cafe Mediterraneo, about 10 minutes from our hotel. We thought it was pretty good.  My Dad had wood fired pizza and I had gorgonzola gnocchi.

Buenas Noches!

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Why are there no Free Agents in international soccer?

Soccer is an international sport with unusual economics because Free Agency has almost no power and is seldom used by soccer players to change teams.  The following is a perspective from an American's point of view, where free agency is incredibly prevalent in other American sports.

A very small minority of soccer players change teams when they are not under contract.  Most players are actually 'bought' by another team while under contract for what is called a 'transfer fee'. A transfer fee is essentially when one team/club pays another team/club for the transfer ownership of a player's contract.

The transfer fee concept, known in whole as the 'transfer market', is akin to the American colloquial for a 'trade'.  However, in these transfer deals, the overwhelming behavior of clubs is to simply purchase a player's contract as opposed to American football, baseball or basketball, where a trade only involves players or draft picks (Baseball trades seldom include cash-for-player).  Soccer's transfer market also differs from other systems because it is an international system which spans 50+ different leagues in 50+ different countries, all governed by an international body, FIFA.  But why would free agency in soccer have less power than any other sport?

As far as the business process, there must first be a structure of fees agreed upon between the buying club and selling club.  The buying club must then also agree on the personal terms of the salary with the player.  This is where the player benefits or at least has some leverage.  When the teams agree on a transfer fee, the transfer will not go through without a new contract/salary for the player at the new club.  It is highly common for a player to request (and receive) a raise in a transfer negotiation, otherwise they typically reject the transfer to stay at their current club.

I don't understand why a player doesn't wait for their contract to expire, and then seek the highest salary offered by another team.  This use of leverage is supposed to exist in a free-market-principled system.  This leverage is what so many American players use to gain bigger contracts with their current clubs, or to test the free agency market by negotiating out of contract.  Yet you rarely see a soccer player take this course of action.

Some of the elite players are being transferred for tens of millions of dollars.  But when their contract runs out, they are suddenly worth $0 in the transfer market.  The player doesn't even benefit from the transfer fees -- only the club does.  Imagine if more players used free agency -- we would likely see the median price paid in transfer fees plummet.  

Some high profile players have sought free agency but this is typically only done by players who are in the twilight of their career (31+ for soccer).  Notable examples include Andrea Pirlo, Steven Gerrard and David Beckham.  Players at their age are rarely valued at any substantial amount of money (largely because it is assumed they will retire soon and suddenly be worth $0) in the market, so it is not worthwhile for teams to try to get transfer fees.

There are of course a few rare exceptions for players in their prime like Robert Lewandowski, who was once worth over $40 million in transfer fees, who signed a free agency contract with Bayern Munich, because his employing club, Borussia Dortmund refused to make the transfer deal.

I hoped to have an answer for my title question, but in all of my research, I have no answer to why free agency is seldom used by players in international soccer.  I am truly asking the following questions and happy to receive comments or answers:

When will free agency finally garner the same power it has in America?  Why hasn't it happened yet?  And when will it become common for players to negotiate new contracts with new teams on their own terms?

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Halloween Is Not A Celebration of Evil

Today, I read an article by Albert Mohler, “Christianity and the Dark Side – What About Halloween?” The thought is provocative that millions of people across the country will be embracing the dark side tonight in contradiction to their Christian faith.  So I took the bait, read it and have outlined below a counterargument.

Mohler criticizes the Pagan background of Halloween: “How should Christians respond to this pagan background?... [some] argue that the Pagan roots of Halloween are no more significant than the Pagan origins of Christmas and other church festivals.”  I’m glad he skirted this argument without addressing it.  He should look more closely at the origins of Christian holidays just to see how close it is with other faiths, such as Christmas Trees and Santa Claus.  In fact, many modern practices and traditions were absorbed from Paganism.  I encourage you to research Paganism and you'll realize it's still present today in many surprising places.

Why is there an inherent darkness in the holiday’s history of celebrating the dead?  Should we forgo all funerals and memorials from now on?  “All Hallow’s Eve” is more likely to be a celebration of life than it is of death.  Little kids go from door to door to get free treats from complete strangers.  Adults attend parties and laugh and dance, celebrating life.  In the tagline phrase “trick or treat”, isn’t it comforting that the overwhelming choice is “treat” and not “trick”?  Halloween brings out more good than bad; more good deeds than sins. Ultimately, this is a social celebration of community and people.

Even if there is darkness in Halloween, an examination and transportation to the darkness can actually help society appreciate the light as well.  One day of darkness as a learning experience is better than only being exposed to good things.  This confrontation with darkness is also true in the New Testament with the introduction of Hell, the Devil and Sin.  So a fundamental pillar of the New Testament contradicts Mohler’s theory.

He quotes Skal, “One’s identity can be discarded with impunity. Men dress as women, and vice versa. Authority can be mocked and circumvented, and, most important, graves open and the departed return.”  Mohler should also accept that dressing up as a zombie is not a tacit endorsement of soulless, man-eating beings walking the face of Earth.  The weirdness that is on display for Halloween should be accepted for what it truly is: people putting their inner weirdness on display once a year.  That weirdness exists regardless whether or not we can see it while walking down the street on an average day.

Mohler: “Skal’s approach is more dispassionate and focused on entertainment, looking at the cultural impact of Halloween in the rise of horror movies and the nation’s fascination with violence.”  The nation’s fascination with violence exists 364 other days of the year as well; this can be seen in action movies, car wrecks, sports, video games, etc.  Let’s not forget that the bad guys usually lose in Hollywood--even in Horror movies. 

“For most parents, the greater fear is the encounter with occultic symbols and the society’s fascination with moral darkness.” I’m not a parent so I cannot fully address the validity of this one but this mentality seems like a rarity.  There doesn't seem to be any worshiping or religious practices involved in trick-or-treating or dressing up as a sexy nurse to go to a party. Let’s also not forget that 99% of this is just pretend fun.  It’s not even serious.  In fact, it is ten times more likely to be mocking evil than praising it.  In the end, the choice between dark and light seems to exist more in the choice of how you perceive it; my way or Mohler’s way.

If you remain unpersuaded, here are some additional questions you can pose to yourself to come up with alternative conclusions about Halloween: Why do people watch scary movies? Why do people dress up in costumes; and are they always scary?  What are typical Halloween activities?  Do they worship anything?  To spite its origins, what is the modern practice (and how much influence do the origins have)?  Do people actually choose evil on this day?  

Friday, August 26, 2011

Freedom of the Press vs. Presumption of Innocence



A core tenet of our civil right is the “presumption of innocence”, which basically means that we are innocent of accused crimes until proven guilty in a court of law. 


Now, a common occurrence in our modern society is for the press (or media) to report on the alleged criminal acts before any allegation is proven guilty in a court of law.  Traditionally in the US culture, the press is entitled to conduct such reports via the principle of the “freedom of the press”.  So although a person may be exonerated by a court of law, the person may be convicted by the general public.


So does the Press/Media respect the ‘Presumption of Innocence’ principle?


The police, while usually a competent and reliable enforcer of the law, is capable of making mistakes.  The initial suspect for a crime doesn’t always end up being the one prosecuted for the crime.  Regardless of whether the police gave the news station the wrong picture or any other flaw, the man is now assumed to be guilty.  In the town he lives in and according to his peers, he is presumed guilty and his life is forever altered and judged based on an act he may not have even committed. 


Yet this is not a harmless mistake because the legally innocent man has been socially convicted and there is no appeal mechanism for this type of conviction.  Once a person’s reputation is tainted even by the public allegation, then that person’s life is forever stained.  The social consequences are boundless.  A person may have to leave their community entirely because they cannot go out in public without their peers judging them as if they were carrying a cloud of guilt over their head.


Let’s look at a present-day example: the allegations against Dominique Strauss-Kahn (DSK).  I won’t go into the details of the legal allegations because I want to focus on the role of the media.  DSK is/was a prominent public figure because he was the head of the International Monetary Fund.  DSK was living in the US for his job at the IMF but he is a French national.  As one of their political elite was in the headlights of the international media scandal, people in France paid close attention to the coverage in the US.  The US covered the story with pictures of DSK in police custody in handcuffs and surrounded by authorities.


A CNN article articulates the differences in US and French culture as the French have censorship laws which prohibit the media from prejudicing a legal case.  One French resident thought, “that for Americans it’s the normal procedure, so there’s nothing shocking about these pictures, but in France it’s true that these pictures are very shocking for us, because in France we don’t have the right to show images of a man who is charged but not yet convicted.”  The case against DSK has since been dropped.  So DSK has avoided criminal conviction, but his political career was not spared as he had been positioning himself to run for the French Presidency in the next election.  That aspiration is no longer plausible. 


So for alleged criminals like DSK, I do not believe the media appropriately respects the presumption of innocence that should be afforded to every citizen.


Censorship Harm


There is also an issue where the media assists authorities in making the public aware of a criminal so they can be caught. So a local news station may show a picture of a man who had just shot a convenient store clerk in their nightly news segment. A citizen who knows or has seen this man may might then call the police with information related to the man’s whereabouts. However, when the news station shows that man’s picture, everyone who sees it assumes that he is guilty.


Prohibiting prejudicial reports by the media may also harm the ability of the media to do investigative journalism.  We often see the media uncover corrupt and potentially criminal behavior which leads to a criminal investigation by the government.  Under new censorship, this investigative practice would undoubtedly be limited in some way because it would limit the degree to which the report can implicate a person in criminal activity.  ideally I’d like there to be a happy medium because I do fear truly investigative journalism would be jeopardized.  Appropriate and more specific limits definitely need to be debated further before any new law is formulated.


Yea it’s different, but let’s at least talk about it…


I think the freedom of the press should be limited to protect the presumption of innocence. At present in the US, there is no such presumption of innocence in the court of public opinion. When a media outlet runs a story on ‘alleged’ crimes, the audience forms a prejudice by assuming the media report to be truthful and unbiased.  It’s imperative that the media continually emphasize that the crimes are “alleged” and detail the arguments for both the prosecution and the defense.  It’s definitely time for at least a debate on the press/innocence conflict because the internet has the ability to make a mugshot a ‘kiss of death’ for a person’s social and political life.


If the person is convicted, then I think the press is entitled to report on it. But until guilt is proven in the court of law, the court of public opinion must respect every citizen’s presumption of innocence.  Granted the ‘how’ is complex the two principles can coexist.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Are We Thriving and Coming Together?

I needed some inspiration so I decided to re-watch the President's speech in Tucson, Arizona from several months ago (click on my nicely embedded video to the right if you would like to as well).  I first watched it the day after the speech was given, and I still remember tearing up at the end.   

I have copied (from here) the ending below, just as a tribute to how all of us can be better, and not just for ourselves....


Together We Thrive: Tucson and America

(all of the emboldened parts are where I get goosebumps!)

"...They believed - they believed, and I believe that we can be better. Those who died here, those who saved life here - they help me believe. We may not be able to stop all evil in the world, but I know that how we treat one another, that's entirely up to us.
"And I believe that for all our imperfections, we are full of decency and goodness, and that the forces that divide us are not as strong as those that unite us.
"That's what I believe, in part because that's what a child like Christina Taylor Green believed.
"Imagine - imagine for a moment, here was a young girl who was just becoming aware of our democracy; just beginning to understand the obligations of citizenship; just starting to glimpse the fact that some day she, too, might play a part in shaping her nation's future. 
"She had been elected to her student council. She saw public service as something exciting and hopeful. She was off to meet her congresswoman, someone she was sure was good and important and might be a role model. She saw all this through the eyes of a child, undimmed by the cynicism or vitriol that we adults all too often just take for granted.
"I want to live up to her expectations. I want our democracy to be as good as Christina imagined it. I want America to be as good as she imagined it. All of us - we should do everything we can to make sure this country lives up to our children's expectations.
"As has already been mentioned, Christina was given to us on Sept. 11, 2001, one of 50 babies born that day to be pictured in a book called 'Faces of Hope.' On either side of her photo in that book were simple wishes for a child's life. 'I hope you help those in need,' read one. 'I hope you know all the words to the National Anthem and sing it with your hand over your heart.'  'I hope you jump in rain puddles.'
"If there are rain puddles in heaven, Christina is jumping in them today. And here on this Earth - here on this Earth, we place our hands over our hearts, and we commit ourselves as Americans to forging a country that is forever worthy of her gentle, happy spirit..."  - President of the United States Barrack Obama January 12, 2011


I can't remember a moment where I've been prouder that he is my President.  And I wanted to ask: do you think America is thriving and coming together?  I feel like we have exited the time of depolarization and the country is once more characterized by its political divisions than its commonalities.  Even though it was short-lived, I hope we can get back to that time when we did not let our divisions define us.



Just some other things that motivate me...




Alicia Keys on CNN's Impact Your World - "I want to be known as an incredible, global citizen and a person who has made their mark in an inspiring, positive way....this is my generation--we're about to do something really big."



A 'Jeremy original':  "What happened in your past does not determine your future because expecting  future outcomes to be the same as past outcomes is naively assuming nothing has changed between then and now."  It comforts me to know this when I am struggling.  It tells me that any failure or unrealized opportunity from the past does prevent me from being able to realize my potential in future endeavors. 

    Friday, June 3, 2011

    I Miss My 4Runner

    So I have been in Australia for about 11 months now and I have really been missing my '05 4Runner that's back home in the US.  I was thinking about looking for a new car when I get home but I have reservations about making a change.  One advantage would be getting better fuel efficiency and I got to thinking about what kind of impact that would actually have.  So, let's imagine an argument for buying 'better', fuel efficient cars. 

    The Question:

    If I'm shopping for a car, you tell me to buy the one that gets 30 mpg versus the one I really like but only gets 22 mpg.  Now you say: Jeremy do you want to 'do the right thing' and help the environment or be bad and hurt the environment?  Then I tell you to shove it because that 8 mpg-difference isn't going to make much difference in the big scheme of things.  


    The scheme of things:

    Now I'm going to do some math, so I'm sorry if you don't like math but I like using it because it's hard to rebuke.  I usually drive about 5,000 to 6,000 miles per year, about 110 miles - or 5 gallons of gas - per week.  Let's guess the average truck driver drives 10 hours per day at 60mph on highways, equaling 600 miles per day over 5 work days, totaling to 3000 miles per week.  In 2 weeks, a truck driver drives as far as I do in 1 year.  It would take me 25 years to match that of a trucker's annual driving mileage.


    A truck driver, who gets worse fuel efficiency - between 3-8 mpg - than my 22mpg, expends two to five times as much fuel.  So, a trucker expends 75 to 200 gallons of diesel - aka carbon emissions - in 1 day compared to my expending 27 gallons for the same distance.  (By the way, diesel fuel used by truckers and unleaded gas used by most cars do not have the same, but rather similar carbon footprint).  So while I consume 225 to 280 gallons per year, a truck driver consumes 18,500 to 50,000 gallons for their 150,000 miles per year.  My 22mpg car is so insignificant that, at my highest projected consumption and the truckers' best fuel efficiency, it would take me 65 years to match the carbon emissions output of 1 single truck driver in 1 year.  


    To top it off, that 8mpg that you wanted me to save -- 280 gal. per year (22mpg car @ 6000 miles) minus 200 gal per year (30mpg car @ 6000 miles) = 80 gal. difference -- would be equivalent to 1 day's work for 1 trucker.  And there are millions of truckers on the road every single day...


    I imagine, with 970 gallons as the average fuel consumption per hour of a commercial airline flight when total airline energy consumption represents 10% of all transportation consumption, that energy efficient airplanes should be relevant part of the discussion too.  I won't go through all the same math with this one but the amount of fuel I would save each year (80 gallons between 30mpg and 22mpg car)  is less than one-tenth of the average fuel consumption of one commercial flight.  Imagine American Airlines decides tomorrow to cut just one of its weekday back-and-forth flights from Dallas to New York for one year (260ish days x 1940 gallons = 504,400 gallons).  That change alone would save more fuel than I could possibly consume in 100 lifetimes.  


    Airplane fuel efficiency has improved over the last decade but the targets are still laughably unambitious.  Every time I'm walking to class and a plane flies overhead I don't feel my walk has impacted the big picture, but I still enjoy my walk of course.

    My Answer:

    Regardless of the individual perspective, small scale automobile transportation as a whole accounts for more than 50% of total transportation energy consumption.  So while it may not matter what I do, it matters what we do.  It's going to take an industry-wide fuel efficiency standard to make an impact for the environment and for consumers.  If consumers are given choices where the minimum fuel efficiency for every vehicle is 25mpg, then I think we'd make some headway.  Policymakers need to get ambitious.

    I agree that climate change and carbon emissions are a vital interest for every human being on the planet.  I consider myself pro-environment and I'll vote for limits on carbon emissions any day.  I'm only stating my view on what kind of impact I can effect as a consumer, specifically as a user of transportation.  

    As long as the fuel efficiency of airplanes and trucks continues to be pathetic all while the best comparable change I can muster is a measly few mpg's, then I'm sticking with my 20mpg Toyota 4Runner that I love dearly.  What are you coming back with now?

    Thursday, May 26, 2011

    Last Post about bin Laden Raid

    This will probably be my last post about the raid of bin Laden's compound which resulted in his death.  Pakistani officials are sill condemning the US for the raid, as they should based on the Pakistani public's anti-Americanism...all politics are local.  However, Pakistan turned over the intact tail section of the Black Hawk left behind from the raid as a result of Senator John Kerry's diplomatic efforts.  The CIA was also allowed to interrogate the survivors of the raid.

    This article still doesn't clarify the all-important reason the SEALs shot bin Laden.  There were guns nearby, but the alleged 'threat' which warranted a double-tap to the head and chest is not clearly justified.  So the legitimacy of the supposed "kill or capture" objective of the mission is still in question.  Regardless, I think I'm gonna lay my opinions to rest for now.  

    I thought the article was a pretty good description so I'll just re-post it, unabridged - New details about the bin Laden raid from the Associated Press:

    "Aboard two Black Hawk helicopters were 23 SEALs, an interpreter and a tracking dog named Cairo. 19 SEALs would enter the compound, and three of them would find bin Laden, one official said, providing the exact numbers for the first time.  Aboard the Chinooks were two dozen more SEALs, as backup.

    "The Black Hawks were specially engineered to muffle the tail rotor and engine sound, two officials said. The added weight of the stealth technology meant cargo was calculated to the ounce, with weather factored in. The night of the mission, it was hotter than expected.

    "The Black Hawks were to drop the SEALs and depart in less than two minutes, in hopes locals would assume they were Pakistani aircraft visiting the nearby military academy. One Black Hawk was to hover above the compound, with SEALs sliding down ropes into the open courtyard.

    "The second was to hover above the roof to drop SEALs there, then land more SEALs outside — plus an interpreter and the dog, who would track anyone who tried to escape and to alert SEALs to any approaching Pakistani security forces. If troops appeared, the plan was to hunker down in the compound, avoiding armed confrontation with the Pakistanis while officials in Washington negotiated their passage out.

    "The two SEAL teams inside would work toward each other, in a simultaneous attack from above and below, their weapons silenced, guaranteeing surprise, one of the officials said. They would have stormed the building in a matter of minutes, as they’d done time and again in two training models of the compound.

    "The plan unraveled as the first helicopter tried to hover over the compound.  The Black Hawk skittered around uncontrollably in the heat-thinned air, forcing the pilot to land. As he did, the tail and rotor got caught on one of the compound’s 12-foot walls. The pilot quickly buried the aircraft’s nose in the dirt to keep it from tipping over, and the SEALs clambered out into an outer courtyard.  The other aircraft did not even attempt hovering, landing its SEALs outside the compound.

    "Now, the raiders were outside, and they’d lost the element of surprise.  They had trained for this, and started blowing their way in with explosives, through walls and doors, working their way up the three-level house from the bottom.  They had to blow their way through barriers at each stair landing, firing back, as one of the men in the house fired at them.  They shot three men as well as one woman, whom U.S. officials have said lunged at the SEALs.  Small knots of children were on every level, including the balcony of bin Laden’s room.  As three of the SEALs reached the top of the steps on the third floor, they saw bin Laden standing at the end of the hall. The Americans recognized him instantly, the officials said.

    "Bin Laden also saw them, dimly outlined in the dark house, and ducked into his room.  The three SEALs assumed he was going for a weapon, and one by one they rushed after him through the door, one official described.  Two women were in front of bin Laden, yelling and trying to protect him, two officials said. The first SEAL grabbed the two women and shoved them away, fearing they might be wearing suicide bomb vests, they said.  The SEAL behind him opened fire at bin Laden, putting one bullet in his chest, and one in his head.  It was over in a matter of seconds.

    "Back at the White House Situation Room, word was relayed that bin Laden had been found, signaled by the code word “Geronimo.” That was not bin Laden’s code name, but rather a representation of the letter “G.” Each step of the mission was labeled alphabetically, and “Geronimo” meant that the raiders had reached step “G,” the killing or capture of bin Laden, two officials said.

    "As the SEALs began photographing the body for identification, the raiders found an AK-47 rifle and a Russian-made Makarov pistol on a shelf by the door they’d just run through. Bin Laden hadn’t touched them.  They were among a handful of weapons that were removed to be inventoried.

    "It took approximately 15 minutes to reach bin Laden, one official said. The next 23 or so were spent blowing up the broken chopper, after rounding up nine women and 18 children to get them out of range of the blast.

    "One of the waiting Chinooks flew in to pick up bin Laden’s body, the raiders from the broken aircraft and the weapons, documents and other materials seized at the site.  The helicopters flew back to Bagram Air Base in Afghanistan, and the body was flown to a waiting Navy ship for bin Laden’s burial at sea, ensuring no shrine would spring up around his grave.

    "When the SEAL team met President Obama, he did not ask who shot bin Laden. He simply thanked each member of the team, two officials said.  In a few weeks, the team that killed bin Laden will go back to training, and in a couple months, back to work overseas."

    Monday, May 23, 2011

    Tribute to My Dad

    Today's post is dedicated to my Dad, Roy Isenberg, whose birthday is today!  Happy Birthday Dad!!


    I was trying to search for the quote in the mission statement of my blog, "My duty as child is stand on my father's shoulders and see more than he did".  I had originally found the quote about ten years ago when I was doing an assignment for a creative writing class in high school.  I then used the quote on the cover of my anthology of works for the class.  I finally found a source for it at this google search.  As reported by the Jewish Agency for Israel, apparently a philanthropist, Sam Reisman, was speaking in front of a conference for the North American Leaders Camping Assembly.


    In my search, I also came across a portion of a book, Lovology, written by Ken Lewis.  I don't know if I support Lewis's other views, as he appears to be a minister of some sort, but I really like this excerpt that I read:


    Standing on Our Father's Shoulders


    "As little children, we were, at times, afforded the opportunity to view the world from the vantage point of standing on our father's shoulders.  As we grew older we became heavier to hold.  And in time, we chose to stand firmly on the ground on our own two feet and experience the world from our own individual perspectives.


    "Likewise, our fathers and others who have come before us have assisted us in gaining understanding of the material, mental, and spiritual worlds around us.  They have shared their own individual and collective perspectives on these matters with us.  Many of these perspectives have been handed down from one generation to the next.  And many ties they have been accepted by the next generation without much questioning or soul-searching.


    "When our fathers held us, as little children, on their shoulders, it was so that we might see the possibility that many new horizons exist out there for us to explore.  They held us high on their shoulders, and they held us high with their teachings.  We were held high so that we might choose to go forth with eagerness and the anticipation of finding something new.  We were held high to help create in us the desire to ultimately gain our own individual and collective awareness of the living world around us today.


    "It is safe to say that anyone reading this did long ago climb down from his or her father's physical shoulders.  You climbed down because even though he may have held you high, he still held you. Your urge was to be set free and explore the world for yourself.  You now move around experiencing the world as only you can see it.


    .....


    "If this young man goes forth into the world accepting the fact that he is responsible for his own life and the fact that his thoughts, words, and actions do, in fact, influence others in so many, many unseen ways, then he could create or manifest the desires of his heart.  And others who may choose to follow his example could find their lives filled with hope, fulfillment, love, and unity.


    "If this young man chooses the responsible path, then some of his current friends and peers may at first feel intimidated by his evolving presence.  Yet as he grows and evolves with this new, responsible awareness, these people will see him with new eyes of respect, admiration, and ultimately, love.  And he may even lead countless generations into prosperity." - August 3, 2003


    I wouldn't be where I am today without you, Dad.  I hope you have a good birthday even though I'm not there to celebrate with you.


    -Jer