Drive-By Solution?

Trying to figure out an equitable solution to illegal Cuban immigration might be beyond Solomon, let alone the exile-pandering Bush Administration. For sure, the application of the “wet foot, dry foot” policy to Cuban balseros is as arbitrary as it is cruel.

But here, at least, is a suggestion for dealing with those Cubans who are creative and brave enough to come here in customized, floating car chassises. Like the 11 indomitable Cubans in that 1950s-era Buick who were stopped by the Coast Guard this month off Marathon. Try this: “If you can get here by car, you can stay.” We’ve got to reward that kind of initiative somehow.

Russert For President?

This column is not one of those myriad forums for George W. Bush bashing. But unless you’re Karl Rove or Laura Bush, who could have been impressed by the president’s appearance on “Meet The Press”? Tim Russert was much more presidential.

But it wasn’t just a matter of being less than articulate. Bush will never be Tony Blair — or even George Bush Sr. — and we’ve come to terms with that. But what was it about a question that asked if he believed the Iraqi war was one of “choice or necessity” that needed clarification? This oft-asked query goes to the very core of U.S. policy in Iraq. You don’t act like it’s a spelling bee and ask for the words to be used in a sentence.

Basketball As Leverage For Life

John Johnson has been around.

He was born in Manchester, England, the son of a Jamaican father and a German mother. For the better part of two decades he has lived in Europe and Toronto, Canada. He has helped cut some real estate deals on Harbour Island. He has worn a Boston Celtics’ uniform.

He’s also given to saying things such as: “My mission in life is to find the balance needed to obtain true happiness.”

Not exactly your off-the-rack, Wachovia banker.

Most weekends Johnson can be found at the Harbour Island Athletic Club. Sometimes he’ll use the workout equipment. Occasionally he’ll play some tennis.

But he can always be found on the basketball court.

He’s a regular in the pick-up games that feature an eclectic mix of attorneys, stockbrokers, realtors, execs, salesmen and the occasional 20-something hot shot. As a 44 year old with a good floor game and a feathery jump shot, Johnson fits in well. Fluid but not flashy. Likeable and never loud.

The 6′-4″ financial specialist, however, is likely playing down to the competition, although he’d never admit it. Time was when he played the game for a living: 10 years in the European pro leagues of Germany and England.

He was an All-Big Ten selection at the University of Michigan and once hit 11 straight shots against Illinois. He was a third-round selection of the Boston Celtics in the 1981 NBA draft. He’s played with Larry Bird, Kevin McHale, Robert Parrish, Nate Archibald — and a bunch of never-ready-for-prime-time white guys at HIAC.

He’s been a head coach at the high school level — Berkeley Prep and the Academy of Holy Names — and an assistant at Florida Southern.

Johnson, who learned the game growing up in Buffalo, loves his hoops. Even more, however, he loves its leverage with young people.

That’s why he started a foundation called Project Uplift in 1995. Its purpose, he explains, is to use the concept of team as well as individual workouts and counseling sessions (that stress coping mechanisms) to help guide “at risk” — and talented — youth through their impressionable years. Project Uplift also makes mandatory community service a condition for participation.

Call it a full-court press on how to channel talented kids into something other than “spoiled athletes.”

“You see, sports serves a very legitimate function,” explains Johnson. “It’s a way to get rid of our aggression. It’s a healthy way to let off steam.

“But we can also put too much emphasis on sports, per se,” adds Johnson. “It’s a means to an end. We need to emphasize how to use sports to make an individual better. It’s about self worth, and it’s about learning how to learn, if you will. One of the objectives of team sports is to subjugate the ego.”

It also about making a kid aware that he shouldn’t define himself solely in terms of his athletic skills, stresses Johnson.

“That’s a very big priority with us,” he underscores. “For too many kids today, their whole identity is basketball. They become single-minded and spoiled. We preach being humble and finding something bigger than yourself. We certainly don’t want to diminish someone’s strengths, but we are saying ‘You need some other gifts.’

“We try to use sports as a carrot to motivate them to achieve in school and in their community and see themselves as something other than athletes,” says Johnson.

So, how do today’s players compare to their predecessors?

“The skill level is certainly as high,” assesses Johnson, “and as athletes, they’re a couple of levels higher. But probably not mentally. Not as disciplined. The ability to make the extra pass is not seen as important as some of the flashy stuff.”

And what sort of advice would he proffer to those highly-skilled players coming out of high school and looking to take their game — and the rest of their identity — to the collegiate level?

Johnson distills it down to three simple rules:

*”Don’t believe your own press clippings.

*”Listen to those who have put limits (imposed discipline) on you.

*”Look at the schools that offer you everything — and don’t go there.”

Cultural Sludge Goes Mainstream

Fortunately, I was among those at a Super Bowl party where the camaraderie and cooking were the main attractions. I saw little of the game and none of the cultural sludge that passed for half time entertainment. Frankly, football in February is pushing the envelope. And the largely overbearing and preening personalities who analyze and chatter for a living hardly help.

As for that notorious half time, I’ve long since come to grips with this sobering reality: I’m an alien in my own culture. I didn’t sign on for any of this — from crotch-grabbing as choreography to the American flag as poncho to flashing as finale. Are marching bands and majorettes just too corny for a football game with Roman numerals?

Anyhow, I don’t regret missing most of Super Bowl XXXVIII, however close the over-hyped game was. And I don’t see that changing — unless, of course, the Bucs are in it again.

Gore Endorsement Derailed Dean Band Wagon

Lots of speculation as to when the wheels started coming off the Howard Dean band wagon. Best guess: the day the angry, candid, anti-war outsider was endorsed by Al Gore, the persona-challenged, consummate insider best remembered for being much more responsible than Katherine Harris for the election of George W. Bush. Dean went from front runner with the most money and best organization to another candidate trying to be all things to all voters. John Kerry is much better suited for that role.

Taking The Initiative On Sales-Tax Exemptions

The Florida Legislature, it can be argued, keeps giving gridlock a really bad name. Think team mud-wrestling as a metaphor. Ironically, it’s been pretty much a bipartisan effort. At crunch time, Republicans can be counted on to treat Gov. Jeb Bush like a substitute social studies teacher.

But hope, however faint, hangs on. In fact, here is what it would take to create a legacy that was more deliberative than dysfunctional.

First, it would take a successful campaign to get the FAIR (Floridians Against Inequitable Rates) amendment on the November ballot. (I know, I know, we are turning representative government into a legislative bypass — and no wonder — but let’s leave that debate for another day.)

FAIR is no pregnant pig in a poke. It is the citizens’ initiative that would flat-out force the Legislature to get serious about tax reform, something it’s disinclined to do on its own. It would mandate that legislators take a fresh look at the state’s myriad sales-tax exemptions and vote them up or down. It could mean showing some accountability, staring down special interests and finally confronting a regressive tax code that ill suits an increasingly service-based economy.

It would allow legislators to defend a legitimate business exemption — and many are. But it would also smoke out those who are beholden to the loophole crowd — and many are.

There’s a reason that Florida now collects $17 billion in sales taxes — and exempts $23 billion.

This isn’t some Florida version of the class warfare that masquerades as tax debate in a presidential election year. This is about a sales tax structure that hasn’t changed in a half century. This is about a tax base that must be broadened to offset times of economic uncertainty — which are most times. It’s about not having to hold education, social services, transportation and various trust funds hostage to economic vagaries.

Simply adding another 700 sales-tax-paying newcomers a day is not enough. Soon the state will run out of one-time sources of revenue that help pay for ongoing programs.

Opponents of FAIR — and they are an influential bunch — are led by the governor. They see scrutinizing those exemptions as a thinly-veiled vehicle to higher taxes. Proponents say something must be done because those tax breaks — some 300 in total — are littered with inequities. They don’t think it’s fair, for example, to tax a fishing rod but not a charter fishing-boat rental. Dog food for the family pet is taxed, but feed for racing animals isn’t. A lot of professional services are exempt.

But first, FAIR has to get on the ballot. Then it has to pass. Then legislators have to show more guts than gall. That hat trick remains a long shot.

But it beats no shot. FAIR doesn’t have to mean Floridians Advancing Idiotic Rationales.

In-Town Topics

* I t was gratifying to see the overflow crowd that shoehorned its way into last week’s auction fund-raiser for photographer Bud Lee at The Lotus Room Yoga Studio & Art Gallery in South Tampa. According to Val Spies, owner of The Lotus Room, more than $20,000 was raised for Lee, a nationally-recognized photographer and local arts-scene icon who recently suffered a stroke. Spies estimated the attendees at 1,000.

*S o how was your Super Bowl party ? More like back to basics, I’d guess, where the emphasis was where it belonged — a major excuse to party. But, yes, it was fun to have had a real rooting interest.

When Out Of Business Is Good For Business

The world of professional sports as long been immune to most societal norms — from double standards for celebrity-athletes to salaries that seriously stretch any credible definition of supply and demand. But the looming possibility of a National Hockey League work stoppage next season is beyond bizarre.

According to Tampa Bay Lightning officials, being out of business — for a whole season or more — would actually help the franchise’s bottom line. It’s estimated that the team, which loses money, would simply lose less. It would see those losses cut by 50 % if it didn’t have to pay salaries. And player salaries is the issue; that’s where 76 per cent of revenues go. The league, which doesn’t have a lucrative network TV deal like the National Football League, wants a salary cap. The players don’t. That’s the line being drawn in the ice across the NHL.

Byrd Droppings: Speaker Still In Race?

Speculation was rife that House Speaker Johnnie Byrd’s no-show at a recent U.S. Senate candidate forum in Tallahassee was a sign that the Plant City Republican might be dropping out of the race. Eight other candidates were there. Byrd’s explanation: He was busy finishing up Speaker work.

Let’s give Byrd the benefit of the doubt. Moreover, let’s fortify it. Most of these beauty contest forums are of marginal value this early. They’re too unwieldy; too superficial. The sound bites could be mailed in. If Byrd had something more important to do, it’s eminently believable.

Manic Media’s Cheap Shot On Dean

If Dr. Howard Dean doesn’t become the Democratic Party’s presidential nominee, there will be ample reasons to cite. But one of them shouldn’t be his “I Have a Scream” speech after his loss in the Iowa caucus to Sen. John Kerry. It was much ado about nothing more than throwing some rhetorical red meat to a bunch of 20-something volunteers who were feeling disappointed.

The media characterized it as a “rant,” a “primal scream” and a “manic outburst.” And everyone, including Dean, agreed it wasn’t “presidential.” The tape played as a continuous loop till the New Hampshire primary. It became a running joke with late-night comics.

But as ABC reported a week later, Dean’s hand-held microphone distorted his delivery to those watching the video by eliminating most of the raucous crowd noise. It was that din that Dean was trying to yell above.

More to the point, if Dean’s loud exhortation was so unpresidential, what does that make much of the demeanor of George W. Bush? Remember candidate campaign references to “Grecians?” Or misplaced, “Bring it on” bravado aimed at Iraqi insurgents — who continue to do just that.