Cardenas: Tampa’s Unconventional Supporter

Granted, Florida GOP Chairman Al Cardenas has to be tactful when commenting on Tampa’s chances of landing the 2004 Republican Convention. He is, after all, a member of the executive committee of the Republican National Committee. It would be provincially poor form — and counterproductive — to cheerlead for Tampa.

Having said that, what was Cardenas thinking — or smoking — when he told the St. Petersburg Times that a downside in Tampa’s bid was the priority use of some 5,000 volunteers. “You just have to weigh and balance the positives and the concerns,” he said. “Five thousand volunteers at the convention — when they could be manning the phones and knocking on doors — is a legitimate concern.”

Huh? Campaign grunt work really doesn’t kick in fully until after the convention. And what better way to energize the troops than having them play an important role in hosting the GOP convention?

And wouldn’t New York have the same ostensible “problem” as well?

At any rate, wouldn’t you love to be privy to the initial small talk on Monday when Cardenas accompanies Dick Greco, Al Austin and Dick Beard to Washington? That’s when “Loose Lips” Al and the three amigos spin Tampa for the final time for the GOP Site Selection Committee.

“Hey, Al, looks like we could come up short on our volunteer commitment. Any way you could, say, distribute maps at TIA? And would you mind donning a pith helmet and helping reactionary old ladies board the Mons Venus trolley for the Poynter Palace?”

‘Tis The Season: To Be Increasingly Irked

I am, I’ll acknowledge, a rabid football fan.

Especially college, most notably alma maters Penn State and South Florida, as well as regional favorites Florida State and Florida. I like marching bands, pep rallies, famous fight songs, “Knute Rockne, All American,” “Rudy,” Hail Mary touchdowns and homecomings.

I was lucky enough to see Freddie Solomon play for the University of Tampa. I want Joe Paterno to go out a winner — not a whiner. I like it that Army and Navy still recruit solid student-athletes who aren’t prepping for the pros. They have linemen who don’t belong in stockyards — or on Sumo mats. I just wish they’d win some games.

Saturday rituals include all the scoreboard shows; Sundays kick off with sports pages chronicling games I’ve already seen or saw the highlights of. I’ve got strong opinions on the Heisman Trophy (Penn State’s Larry Johnson) and the BCS (Iowa getting hosed.)

A couple of years ago, I flew out to Northwest Missouri to watch my nephew play in a Division II national semi-final for Indiana University of Pennsylvania. Loved the color, enthusiasm and hospitality, if not the weather and outcome.

I cared that Chamberlain nearly won a state championship last year. Hassan Jones of Clearwater High (and then FSU and the Minnesota Vikings) remains the most dominant high school player I’ve seen. I fondly remember those few years Plant High did a fun, funky-white-boy imitation of FAMU’s renowned marching band.

I also root for the Bucs, as only someone with first-hand recollection of the franchise’s infamous 0-26 beginning can. From Johnny Carson monologue staple to serious Super Bowl contender. Who would have thought? Especially when the franchise was in a race with Cleveland to relocate to Baltimore.

But each season, I’ll also concede, I’m a little less rabid, a little more irked.

I can’t pinpoint it precisely, but it was some time between the awesomely talented, yet refreshingly unassuming Gayle Sayers of Kansas and the awesomely talented, yet annoyingly arrogant Dion Sanders of Florida State. In the pros, that would be about when Billy “White Shoes” Johnson did his first celebration dance for the Houston Oilers — and not nearly enough fans found fault with it.

After that, as the cameras zoomed in for the juvenile gyrations and home fans seemingly reveled in the antics, there was no bottling the genie of look-at-me, boorish behavior. In fact, the NFL would eventually market these sorry excuses for “showmanship,” “exuberance” and “personality.” And the aptly named “trash talking,” mind you, wasn’t just an extension of a hip-hop culture. It was, according to the usual apologists and hucksters, pure psychological gamesmanship. Just another gambit among “warriors,” those Pattons in pads. And, of course, all the jock jabberwocky is worth mike-ing for one of those interminable NFL promotional sideshows. Argot ergo sum .

As we’ve all too frequently seen, players now strut and preen as frequently as they run, block and tackle. Great plays, good plays, average plays and accidental plays all can warrant Second Coming rejoicing and gesturing — as well as an immediate trophy. Players just run off the field — after pounding their chest and pointing toward the heavens — without giving the football back. And what happens when they get to the bench? Cameras are in their faces to induce more mugging. Thanks for sharing.

It said it all when erstwhile no-nonsense, task-master Dick Vermeil overlooked bush- league behavior with his Super Bowl champion Rams three years ago. And remember how the Bucs’ Tony Dungy, a paragon’s paragon of discipline, used to tolerate the bump-and-grind antics that would accompany Reidel Anthony’s annual catch? You knew the ghost of Vince Lombardi wasn’t just buried. It had been exhumed for desecration.

But it’s not just the NFL. Would that it were. The league is merely the catalyst. Thanks to the NFL, the ranks of colleges and high schools have been infested for years. The challenge now is to limit the choreography in Pop Warner Leagues and hope to discourage the next Terrell Owens.

There are, of course, rules prohibiting “taunting” and “excessive celebration,” but that’s just appeasement. Within the context of a mainstream, Eminemed culture, you can only crack down so much.

Some things just can’t be mandated. Class is one. Sayers had it; Sanders didn’t. The latter, alas, is much more the norm now — under the euphemistic cover of being “entertainers.” Wasn’t the XFL enough?

But there is something we can do. Let’s, at least, not be enablers.

If you exultantly high-five somebody while Warren Sapp is waddling around flapping everything that will flap, you are part of the problem. And you know you didn’t like it one bit when the Philadelphia Eagles’ Duce Staley crawled around on all fours simulating a dog in search of a fire hydrant against the Bucs last month. If nothing else, let’s at least not condone such “exuberant” demonstrations in our own. We should at least be able to control that.

But I doubt it.

Port Security Priority

The Tampa Port Authority’s recent ranking of bidders for a contract to provide private security services certainly rankled one member of the port’s governing board. That’s Gladstone Cooper, the board’s only black member. He objected to the minority-owned Sykes Security being ranked 10th out of 11 companies that submitted bids.

I don’t claim to know how valid his complaint is. I do know this. There is no more viable terrorism target in this whole Tampa Bay region than the Port of Tampa, one of the biggest in the country. One that is awash in tanker traffic.

If there is one sector that must never be compromised by either cronyism or tokenism, it’s security — in all its forms — at the Port of Tampa. Cooper may be an irritant in the bid process, but security may be better served by a resident gadfly.

Bad Neighbor Policy

It’s the story that won’t go away. Yet another landowner decides that a big, old oak tree is incompatible with house-building plans in a leafy, South Tampa neighborhood. Latest was the flap about a couple wanting to remove a 50-year old live oak over an allergy issue. Predictably enough, immediate neighbors were outraged, took their case to the Variance Review Board — and won.

But here’s the part that makes even less sense than cutting down a half-century old tree in Ballast Point, where the neighborhood association motto is “Where Grand Oaks Meet The Bay.”

Suppose the tree-cutting couple had won? Now they have to live there — amid all the other oaks and a bunch of neighbors resentful of their insensitive, oak-chopping presence among them. Welcome to the neighborhood.

Shaun King Theory Of Presidential Politics

It’s axiomatic that one of the most popular people in any NFL-franchise city is that team’s back-up quarterback.

The reason: it’s easy to look good when your mistake-free, non-playing status is juxtaposed to that of the starter — the high-profile guy who periodically screws up and is the fall guy for the team’s underachievement. Selective recall predisposes fans to edit out the back-up’s shortcomings — and the reason he was relegated to back-up status in the first place.

Take the case of the Tampa Bay Buccaneer’s Shaun King, a former starter who actually backs up a back-up. King’s relegation, lest we forget, was a function, in part, of “small-hands” fumbles; inability — at less-than-optimum QB height — to see over interior lineman; and reluctance to work hard enough in the off-season. Notably, the expectation bar for King was set so low that in the win-at-all-cost world of professional football, King was merely asked “not to lose.”

In the case of presidential politics, the economy, foreign affairs, scandals and even philosophical underpinnings may prove decisive and carry the day in a given race. Pundits and party activists can then deconstruct the results until the next cycle. In 2002, it was, arguably, about presidential coattails and Karl Rove. As well as a Democratic message that was inaudible and a party chairman, Terry McAuliffe, who wasn’t.

But ultimately it comes down to this. The “ins” never looked so good as when they became the “outs.”

Those who haven’t been in power start to look increasingly viable as memories of past failings fade. Incumbency inevitably yields screw-ups, a desire for new faces with fresh, new centrist ideas and what-have-you-done-for-me-lately attitudes. It’s the political counterpart of fickle fans calling for the head — or at least the job — of the incumbent signal caller who takes sacks, throws interceptions and fails to convert on third down.

The party carrying the sideline clipboard has one main responsibility. Be ready when the opportunity presents itself. In the mean time, continue to look good by default.

And never throw away those “It’s time for a change” bumper stickers.

A Governor on Jeb’s plans?

A recent Sunday New York Times piece made the case that “Jeb Bush’s easy victory made him an obvious presidential candidate for 2008, and President Bush’s announcement that he would keep Dick Cheney as vice president avoided anointing a rival to his brother.”

Taking the second part first, the president was supportive of Vice President Cheney in answer to a press conference question. How else could he be expected to respond under those circumstances? Should he have gone with: “Actually, Rudy is waiting in the wings and there are numerous cover story scenarios that will allow for a Bush-Giuliani ticket”?

Frankly, three Bushes, regardless of what else happens on George W’s watch, would be one too many for America. Granted, we do like our political legacies — as in Adams, Harrison, Taft or Kennedy — almost as much as we like our athletic ones — as in Manning, Bonds or DiMaggio.

But while John and Quincy Adams are father-and-son precedents, going to the family well a third time, one suspects, would smack less of legacy and accomplishment than aristocracy and entitlement. Jeb Bush, to whom arrogance is not unfamiliar, is not the best candidate for noblesse oblige poster pol.

America may love its faux Camelots, but don’t expect to see it abiding monarchial trappings.

Judgment Call

Like most everyone else, I didn’t exactly pour over every political mailing and ad I was privy to. But I must admit being taken aback by this one. It was an ad in the Tribune on behalf of (defeated) County Circuit Judge candidate Woody Isom. There were a half dozen boxes comparing Isom and Monica Sierra; all, of course, favorable to the more experienced Isom.

This one hit home: “Jury Trials Over Career”: Isom 60+, Sierra 0. Is it too much to expect that you’ve at least tried a case before a judge before becoming one? Shouldn’t a judgeship be more of a career capstone than stepping stone?

Political Junkie’s Junkie

Political junkies attending last week’s Tampa Bay Tiger Bay Club luncheon were treated to something other than candidate-speak. Served up were election postmortems by the Bay Area’s consummate political junkie, the University of South Florida’s Susan MacManus.

Over the last decade, the USF political scientist and author has been carving out a national name for herself — and USF — from Time magazine to USA Today . The homegrown MacManus and Larry Sabato of the University of Virginia are among the more frequently quoted sources nationally.

MacManus had a number of interesting takes on what happened here in Florida. A sampler:

* “Senator Bob Graham should have been draped around Bill McBride — not Gore or Clinton or Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton.”

* “You can’t run a single-issue campaign in such a diverse state.”

* “McBride exasperated his staff by refusing to do mock debates.”

* Re: Voters re-electing Bush, yet passing the class-size amendment he was so adamantly — even deviously — opposed to. MacManus said it really wasn’t the dichotomy it seemed. McBride gets credit for having “pushed the agenda” on education, which resonated with enough voters, she noted. And Bush, she said, got credit for knowing how to be governor. As a result, “Voters thought Bush was the better person to push it” to implementation, opined MacManus.

* “The independent voter is what’s happening. One fifth of Floridians are independents. The swing group went heavily Republican.”

* Jeb Bush’s out-of-school comments on ‘devious plans,’ lesbian references and smug debate demeanor “should have been enough to lose.”

* The attack ads in Florida’s 5th Congressional District, where Republican challenger Ginny Brown-Waite squeaked by Democratic incumbent Karen Thurman, were the worst of the worst. Actually, “hideous,” assessed MacManus.

* Re: Jeb Bush’s second term. “His first four years will seem like a picnic.” His challenges, opined MacManus, are hardly limited to the daunting likes of DCF, the bullet train, the class-size amendment, roads, water, et al. They also include a “crazy Florida Legislature” and “trouble with his own cabinet. Look for a lot of jockeying (for Jeb’s job in 2006).”

Boston D-Party Impacts Tampa — And Media

Two points regarding Tampa’s bid for the 2004 Republican convention:

Make no mistake, Thursday’s news that Boston had won the Democratic convention was significant for Tampa.

Not determinative or decisive, mind you, but very important. Had New York outbid Boston, Tampa’s chances for the 2004 GOP convention — with all of its media exposure and 9-figure economic impact — certainly would have improved — a lot. No way that New York, 9/11 notwithstanding, hosts both the Democratic and Republican conventions. New Orleans, for what it’s worth, is a consensus third.

Needless to say, New York state is odds-on to once again keep its electoral votes solidly in the Democratic column. Florida, a king-making swing state, is odds-on to, say, tilt Republican. The 2000 race remains a graphic reminder that Florida is not only critical, but combustible and maybe closely called again.

As a result, given Tampa’s facilities, affordability, security management, favorable impression made on the GOP site selection committee, proximity to beaches and Disney World, some unabashed payback for 2000 and electoral insurance for ’04, Tampa’s shot is a very viable one. That Jeb Bush has family in high places hardly hurts.

Had New York outbid Boston for the Democratic convention, Tampa’s chances would have been better than good.

Thus, the Boston D-party’s impact on Tampa.

So how was it that the Tampa Tribune buried that story on page 11? It was a bare bones Associated Press account that carried the pedestrian head: “Boston Set To Have ’04 Convention.” It included a couple of pro forma quotes from Boston Mayor Thomas Menino and Democratic Party Chairman Terry McAuliffe. That was it.

The St. Petersburg Times saw the regional implications as meriting page one, above-the-fold status. It carried the head: “Tampa’s Convention Bid Gets Tougher.”

Two points: First, either someone at the Trib was comatose — not just asleep — on the news-judgment job or the Trib allowed itself — again — to get beat on a story with a lot of local import. Either way, it’s unconscionable. Even if the following day’s lead editorial was almost fulsome in its chamber of commerce praise of Tampa as the perfect GOP choice.

Second, the Times deemed the convention piece worthy of placement above the latest details on the war on terror. Arguably, the Dems-to-Boston story wasn’t that important, but it certainly didn’t deserve a page 11 burial.

The Times , of course, sees a Tampa GOP convention that also impacts, well, the Times . It paid a lot — in dollars and ethical potshots — to put its name on the erstwhile Ice Palace. It can recoup some of that $33-million investment — and marketing rationale — if George W. Bush is renominated in the St. Pete Times Forum. The nation — and a lot of vested interests around the world — will watch his coronation at the ultimate forum for the St. Pete Times . Whether the Times can recoup its Poynter Palace ethics hit, however, will remain problematic.

Should the GOP convene here — in the very state that delivered the presidency to the Republicans in 2000 — many interests, from civic to political to economic, will benefit. Some more than others.

Campaign In The Ass: “Get Out the Vote”

With apologies to supervisors of elections and civics teachers everywhere, it is blasphemously suggested here that not everybody vote. I know; I know. That’s un-American, probably subversive and certainly elitist. And Hillsborough County Supervisor of Elections Pam Iorio is already launching a heat-seeking epistle my way.

But hear out this heresy.

America’s love affair with democracy has always had its incongruous side. Our Declaration of Independence accommodated both the essence of equality and the nature of slavery. The franchise to vote had quirky exceptions regarding land ownership, race and gender. And elections, as it turns out, aren’t necessarily won by the candidate with the most votes.

Relatively speaking, this is not nearly so iconoclastic.

In the idealistic interest of a more meaningful, participatory democracy, let’s encourage — because we can’t actually mandate — the truly clueless to either find out what’s going on or just pass on the polls come election day. Let’s stop wringing our societal hands about all those who don’t bother to vote. Not voting is as American as not taking the stand in your own criminal defense. Let’s just recognize it for what it is; such non-voters have, in effect, disenfranchised themselves out of ignorance, born of laziness and apathy.

The only viable choices should be these: a reasonably informed vote or no vote. Wooing, cajoling, pleading, humiliating, browbeating and bribing need no longer be part of our pre-election ritual.

Simply showing up because some “Get Out The Vote” campaign exhorted and shamed you is not a good enough reason to vote. How about because you care? Because it’s important. Because a viable democracy requires an informed citizenry. And because there are those still risking their lives to defend rights that include this one.

And simply showing up because of some political party’s “knock-and-drag” vote trolling shouldn’t even pass muster with a Jimmy Carter election monitor. Such scenarios, of course, always come with party line marching orders — lock step democracy at its finest.

Why do you think there were some 10,000 “overvotes” in Duval County in 2000? Because the Democratic Party’s “Get Out The Vote” campaign targeted a lot of first-time minority voters and sent them to the polls with nothing more than directions and directives to vote Democratic and punch every page. The presidential ballot, alas, had two pages. Those literally following orders literally “overvoted.” If you believe this ballot parody was better than not voting, then you might also believe that courageous civil rights activists sacrificed and died for the right of future generations to overvote.

Put it this way: If it takes a shame campaign, a personal entreaty by Barbra Streisand or Charlton Heston or a special interest’s dragnet to get you to the polls, try sitting it out. Exercise, if nothing else, some restraint and consider it a duty not to make a sham out of the sacrosanct right to vote. Not casting that manipulated or ill-informed vote is arguably a patriotic act.

One man, one vote sounds unassailably good, especially to the Supreme Court that decreed it in the 1960s. One man, one informed vote, however, still sounds infinitely better.