License (Plate) To Shill

At last count there were more than a million “personality” license plates affixed to Florida cars. And none more popular than the University of Florida (69,000), which shouldn’t surprise anyone, given the sheer numbers and strong allegiance of Gator Nation. And UF pocketed nearly $2.5 million from those sales.

Nor would it surprise anyone that plates pushing the protection of panthers, dolphins and sea turtles were also big sellers.

Such personality plates are extensions of the driver – a proud alum or an advocate for a cause – from wild life protection to school teachers support. And there’s some financial kickback as well. A classic win-win.

And it probably surprises no one that the most popular personality plate in the Tampa Bay area is the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. This, however, makes much less sense.

Professional sports franchises, their hard-core following notwithstanding, are still private businesses – not alma maters or society-benefiting causes. Shouldn’t they pay drivers for their high profile, highly mobile marketing sorties?

Redistricting Redux

Here we go again. You know how states, including Florida, have those bizarrely convoluted congressional districts that mainly serve to perpetuate political incumbents?

There is no panacea when it comes to finding a formula to draw fair, reasonable districts. The nature of the political process precludes it.

But some anti-gerrymander efforts are better than others. Last year the government watchdog Common Cause tried addressing it by creating a “non-partisan” commission to do the district drawing. But it couldn’t get it on the ballot.

Now Common Cause is back with plans for the 2010 ballot. Call it “Redistricting Lite.” This time it won’t even tilt at the “non-partisan” windmill. It would merely ask (ok, “mandate”) lawmakers to draw compact districts without concern for the political ramifications.

As if.

USF Hits Big Time In Historic Football Weekend

Whatever else happens – or doesn’t happen this football season – the University of South Florida will always have that magical weekend.

That Friday when USF beat West Virginia, the nation’s fifth-ranked team, under a luminous Bull moon in front of a national TV audience and 67,018 live ones at sold-out Raymond James Stadium. That Sunday when the AP poll validated it all by ranking USF 6th in the country.

Win a game for the ages, and you come of age nationally. This was the big time.

For all of us who have endured that geographically-challenged name, that singularly unfair “commuter school” put-down and that Gainesville/Tallahassee primacy, this was especially sweet. Enough of the growth-pain rites of passage and redress rehearsals.

This was the SunTrust Financial Center illuminating its roofline in green and gold and Region’s Bank spelling out “USF” in lights. And the cities of Tampa and Temple Terrace declaring official USF Days.

This was students camping out for tickets. This was the thunderous running of the Deci-Bulls. This was a celebratory, game-ending, undergraduate mosh pit on Ray-Jay’s Bermuda grass. This was the rationale for collapsible goal posts. This was tailgating until 1:00 a.m. This was experiencing what Bear Bryant meant when he said it was awfully hard to “rally around the math department.” This was VCR-thanking, replay-savoring, good stuff.

This was worth the wait.

This was also one of those occasions when even opposing mayors got into it. Tampa Mayor Pam Iorio and Morgantown Mayor Ron Justice made one of those friendly municipal wagers. Not unlike the one between Iorio and her Calgary counterpart before the Stanley Cup Finals in 2004. The USF-WVU game was that eventful.

As it turned out, Mayor Justice didn’t have to part with any private stock moonshine or Jerry West memorabilia. Only had to wear Bulls’ green and gold to work. Lucky for him, it wasn’t one of those “Beat WVU

UT Growth Spurt

Much has been made of the University of Tampa’s rapidly ratcheting enrollment. It’s now at 5,600, including more than 700 graduate students.

Put into context, the overall enrollment is nearly double that of a decade ago.

More to the point, UT’s enrollment was less than a third of today’s total in the early 1990s. It had reached the point where talk about UT turning into the downtown campus of USF was more than the usual, self-serving speculation. It was that serious.

With new residence halls, beefed-up academics and better-targeted recruiting, UT has more than survived, thank you. And it’s more than an academic amenity.

It’s a key component in the ongoing upgrading of the Hillsborough River’s west bank. It’s also what any major city worth its civic salt must have: a first-class university in its downtown.

Transit Surprise

A lot of eyebrows were arched when it was learned that former Tampa Bay Buccaneer linebacker Shelton Quarles was Gov. Charlie Crist’s choice to chair the newly formed Tampa Bay Area Regional Transportation Authority board. This is the entity entrusted with producing a 7-county mass transit strategy by July 2009. A lot — as in quality of life and future economic growth — quite literally rides on TBARTA’s success.

The Quarles selection is a surprise because he has no background in transportation — other than having commuted to One Buc Place for 10 years.

To his credit, Quarles, a Vanderbilt University grad, has always defied the dumb jock stereotype. He’s also been involved and generous with his time when it comes to the Tampa Bay community. He’s also a nice guy.

Having said that, however, Quarles couldn’t possibly be the best choice for TBARTA point man, a position that entails briefing elected officials and the public and helping forge a consensus among members. It also presupposes more than a novice’s knowledge of mass-transit issues. Monte Kiffin won’t be able to help him on this one.

And it wasn’t as if there were a dearth of candidates for Gov. Crist to appoint unless he wanted a figurehead. Among the unappointed applicants: Ed Turanchik, the long-time regional rail advocate who still wants to fight the good fight.

Put it this way, it would make no less sense if Turanchik were named Bucs’ starting middle linebacker by Jon Gruden.

Young And Insolent

Perhaps Delmon Young, the Tampa Bay Rays’ talented but ill-tempered rookie outfielder, learned a lesson when manager Joe Maddon pulled him from a game for not running hard to first base. Perhaps. That putative lesson: Always hustle and show respect for your teammates and the game that overpays you.

But I doubt it. Young was hyphenated-expletive irate when taken out of that game against Toronto — but apologized to Maddon the next day. Likely it was his agent, rather than his conscience, that prompted the gesture. Insiders will tell you Young is not one of the good guys and only seems tolerable when juxtaposed to Elijah Dukes. Otherwise, he embodies surly entitlement.

Here’s a suggestion. Show him some vintage video of how two successful managers have handled no-hustle incidents:

* New York Yankee manager Billy Martin stopping the game to remove future Hall-of-Famer Reggie Jackson from right field — and humiliate him in the process.

*Atlanta Braves manager Bobby Cox doing the same thing to future All-Star centerfield Andrew Jones .

Maddon didn’t publicly humiliate Young, who nobody has compared to Jackson or Jones yet, even though the player had blatantly embarrassed his team.

Clinton Pandering

Hustings helper: There’s political pandering – and then there’s presidential candidate Hillary Clinton on the campaign trail. During a recent forum hosted by the Congressional Black Caucus, Sen. Clinton suggested that every child born in the United States should get a $5,000 “baby bond” from the government to help out with college or house-buying.

The economic implications, of course, are staggering given that 4 million babies are born each year in the U.S. That’s $20 billion right there.

The sociological implications underscore an entitlement culture.

And the political implications include waving another red flag for illegal immigrants heading north. (Non-Cuban) Hispanic voters are the Democratic Party’s fastest-growing constituency.

Dems’ Political Absurdity

The Theater of the Absurd, otherwise known as the Democratic Party approaching a presidential election year, continues apace with the Democratic National Committee still at incongruous odds with Florida. Lawsuits, disenfranchisement scenarios, undemocratic pledges and nuanced definitions of what actually is meant by “campaigning” are the subplots. Eugene Ionesco could have scripted it.

But here’s the irony. Ultimately, none of this will matter.

The winner of the Jan. 29 Florida primary will be a real winner – and will not disavow the results. No more than a big spike in credibility and momentum could be disavowed. And come the general election, no nominee wants an alienated mega swing state. So those 210 window-dressing delegates at the national coronation will be seated if the nominee – already decided well before hand – has anything to say about it.

And she will.

“The Chief” Is Taylor-Made For Lightning Broadcast Booth

It only seems like he’s been here forever. Actually, this is Bobby Taylor’s 15th year in Tampa. Bobby “The Chief” Taylor, that is.

You’ve seen his distinguished, gray eminence around.

Maybe on the links of Avila or Saddlebrook or Feather Sound. Maybe around Dana Shores, if you live in his neighborhood. Maybe at Tampa International Airport. Or maybe speaking to a civic group. But most likely on television. The Sun Sports Network.

The 62-year-old Calgary, Alberta native is the perpetually-tanned, nattily-attired, well-coiffed broadcast analyst for the Tampa Bay Lightning. He’s play-by-play announcer Rick Peckham’s TV sidekick, the color guy with the congenial quizmaster smile.

He’s also a former goalie who has his name on two (1974-75) Philadelphia Flyers’ Stanley Cups. He’s a hockey pioneer who’s evangelical about his sport and has been explaining it to Bay Area fans since Phil Esposito brought him down from Philadelphia in 1992.

There are other Taylor incongruities besides a GQ appearance that belies having played goalie without a mask. He comes out of an era when it was unheard of for a professional hockey player to have any formal education beyond high school. He has a marketing degree from Seattle University.

And then there’s that name, “The Chief.” Taylor’s predominantly Scottish, but “way back” he does have some Blackfoot Tribe blood. Close enough. He’s had the “Chief” moniker since his minor league days in Quebec.

By any other name, however, what you see is definitely what you get with “The Chief”: the personable guy with that winning smile who doesn’t like to see the Bolts losing any more than you do at home.

“You want the team to win, of course,” says Taylor. “But it’s more than just who signs your check. Everything is easier when the team is winning. Losing isn’t fun for anyone.”

But he would take exception to anyone’s perception of him as a “homer,” even if he does habitually focus on game officials’ calls — frequently labeled “tickey-tack” — that, seemingly, too often go against the Lightning.

Taylor acknowledges he can be “extremely hard” on the refs. “I get so caught up in the passion of the game,” he concedes. “But if I’m not passionate, how is the guy at home going to be passionate?”

As for criticism of the Lightning players, he says he tries to keep his assessments balanced.

“The hardest thing is to criticize,” says Taylor. “I know how hard it is down there. And it’s not always as it appears up here. When the media says it, it’s one thing. But it hurts more when an ex-player says it.

“Nobody likes criticism,” he stresses. “But nobody wants a ‘homer’ either.” Taylor defines a “homer” as a broadcaster who “distorts the truth.”

“I try to keep it balanced,” he explains. “If I criticize something, I try to balance it out with something good. But balance is the key. If you’re always criticizing or always praising, you have no credibility.”

And he refuses to traffic in the first person plural. As close as he is with players and coaches, especially head coach John Tortorella, you won’t hear Taylor utter the “W” (“we”) word that connotes broadcast cheerleading. “I just don’t like it,” he says. “When I began (broadcasting) with Philly, I worked with (veteran announcer) Gene Hart, and it was drilled into me that we don’t say ‘we,’ and we don’t use nicknames. Haven’t changed in 30 years.”

What else hasn’t changed over three broadcasting decades is the premium he puts on “chemistry” in the booth.

“You really need to like one another,” stresses Taylor. “And you need to respect what each other does. Rick and I have that. He’s supposed to tell you what happened, and I’m supposed to tell you why. It’s not a competition.

“Rick is the best I’ve worked with,” underscores Taylor. “He’s not so ego-driven that he needs to keep talking. He wants me to get in there. You need that give and take. Now it’s scary. Sometimes we even dress alike.”

But Taylor has his own preparation routine once the 82-game NHL season begins. He attends virtually every practice: to observe and to talk to players as well as coaches. At home, he’ll watch video and go on line for out-of-town newspapers. On game day, he’ll typically find time to pick the brain of the opponent’s coach. After 30 years, he has enough contacts and credibility to command such access.

“They know they can trust me,” says Taylor, “and that I won’t go on the air with something told to me in confidence.”

What he will go on the air with, however, is the firm belief that Tampa Bay continues to confirm his confidence in this market.

“I always felt this could be a very good hockey town,” notes Taylor. “I also have great faith in this game. I always felt that once fans saw the speed, the excitement and the electricity, they would be hooked. This is as good a franchise as any now.”

A franchise whose fans have learned the game as they’ve rooted for the home team.

“In the early days, you only heard the crowd after a goal or a big hit,” recalls Taylor. “Now they pick up the nuances. They appreciate a great pass, right on the stick at 25 mph. You hear them after a great defensive play, say, breaking up a three-on-one.

“When people cheer the defense, they know the game.”

Taylor Outtakes

*Once the long grind of continental travel kicks in, so does Taylor’s voracious reading habit. Especially fiction . Especially John Grisham and Tom Clancy.

*Taylor long admired the old NFL broadcast tandem of Pat Summerall and Tom Brookshire. Among his more contemporary favorites: The Devil Rays’ Dewayne Staats and Joe Magrane. “I think baseball would be the hardest to do. There’s so much down time.”

*Back in the day, goalies were known as the guys relegated to that position because they couldn’t, well, skate as well as others. Sort of hockey’s counterpart to baseball’s slow-footed catcher stereotype. Not so any more, says Taylor.

Today’s goalies have to be among your best athletes. We’re talking great balance, being a strong skater and having great endurance. The goalie is the only guy out there for the entire 60 minutes.”

*Best he ever played against: “ Bobby Orr . By far. He was phenomenal. You almost had to force yourself not to stop and watch him.”

*Most amazing he’s ever seen: “ Gordie Howe . He scored 19 goals at age 52.”

*Head coach John Tortorella : “The relationship with Torts is unbelievably good. He’s so accommodating to Rick and I. He’s also an extremely loyal person and very old school. He really cares about the history of the game.”

*Modern marketing: “I see signs that exhort the crowd to cheer. Shouldn’t the game tell you that? I don’t know exactly when they started doing it, but everything has to be noisy and upbeat. I don’t understand it, but I’m pretty much oblivious to it now.”

* Hockey players : “They don’t get recruited like other sports. In hockey, you don’t get your ass kissed all the way to the NHL. There’s no room for an individual showboat. There are no Dennis Rodmans, for example. Your teammates would shun you.

“Players don’t put themselves above the team, let alone the game. Nobody is bigger than the game. If (Wayne) Gretzky wasn’t, how could anybody else be?”