Because sports are governed by seasons, not years, "The Year in Sports" always makes for a very bad movie. If 2011 were a motion picture, Aaron Rodgers would win the Super Bowl in the first reel and lose to the Chiefs just before the credits roll, making the Packers' quarterback the feel-bad story of 2011.
Seasons tell the whole truth, but they are hyphenated hybrids. Nobody rounds up "2010-2011." A single calendar year, however, turns sports on its head. In the self-contained universe of 2011, Cam Newton is a riches-to-rags tale: He wins the championship at the start, misses the playoffs at the end, and is basking on a beach somewhere in the blooper reel, long after the audience has left.
But that's OK. With the end of a calendar year comes a duty to take stock, to count inventory. The year must be measured and weighed. As with any sports transaction, we can't trade 2011 for 2012 until the former submits to a physical. Hold its X-rays up to the light and you can't tell if 2011 is right-side up or upside down, and that was true from Day 1, the year's birthday, 1/1/11.
That was the day Florida beat Penn State in the Outback Bowl, in what was to be the final game for the winning coach (Urban Meyer, resigning to spend more time with his family) and not the final game for the losing coach. "The situation around me is very stable," said Joe Paterno, who had just turned 84. "The athletic director was a kid that I recruited as a walk-on. ... The president has been with us now maybe 14, 15 years. We have a lot of fun together. I don't see any reason to get out."
That the only man in the previous paragraph still working is Urban Meyer -- coach of Ohio State -- is testament to 2011 as a year of inversions. Innocent phrases -- Happy Valley, horseplay -- were imbued with malevolence. Billionaires engaged millionaires in "labor" disputes. Referees overturned touchdowns, Vancouverites overturned cars, college conferences were turned over like the drawers in a burgled house.
Fortunately, all of baseball was turned upside down, too, on the final night of the season, one of many happy upendings. Wayne Rooney's
Rory McIlroy, 22, won golf's U.S. Open by eight strokes, fell head-over-heels for the top-ranked women's tennis player, Caroline Wozniacki, and
And yet one of those happier stories was, improbably, another Irish-golf-and-love story. For Darren Clarke, a Guinness in the clubhouse at Royal Sandwich -- after his emotional victory in the British Open -- was a fitting toast to his late wife, Heather.
But beauty is in the eye of the beer-holder, and in 2011, beer in the clubhouse was not everybody's cup of tea. For Red Sox pitchers, beer in the clubhouse caused a Great Unraveling in September, while at the same time introducing a memorable phrase into the lexicon. "Rally beers" will stand alongside "Wozzilroy" and "Tebowing" as top coinages of 2011.
Tebow the verb, of course, had nothing on Tebow the proper noun, as the Denver Broncos' quarterback, and his fourth-quarter heroics in Tebow Time, became Twitter's eternal Trending Topics, the barometer of national buzzwords with which Tim Tebow aptly shares initials.
While Tebow inspired fierce devotion or profound irritation, Albert Pujols -- in consecutive months -- inspired first one and then the other. After winning the World Series, Cardinals manager Tony LaRussa retired on top of the world, if not quite his profession, ending his career third on the all-time wins list, behind only Connie Mack and John McGraw.
As the one major sport whose season embraces the calendar year, baseball provided a Disney-fied ending to its own movie. But then Pujols did what Walt Disney did before him, and left Missouri for the riches of Anaheim. And Ryan Braun, the National League MVP, tested positive for PEDs days before Barry Bonds was sentenced to house arrest.
It was impossible to think of houses and arrests and baseball in 2011 without recalling the man who entered and occupied the Chicago residence of Ken Williams while the White Sox GM was away. The intruder, as the police report took special glee in noting, defrosted a lobster. Police entered with drawn guns. Or at least drawn butter.
Alas, selfish acts got more attention than shellfish acts in 2011. First the NFL briefly locked out its players. When it was the NBA's turn, there was much angry fist pounding before anything was resolved. There always is when an owner tries to lock out a subject. Think of Fred Flinstone and his cat.
For a year in which every other athlete or story sounded like a new model of Mercedes -- "CP3," "RGIII," "DJ3K" -- the flashiest car was
In the NBA Finals the Dallas Mavericks' victory over the Miami Heat was widely celebrated as the rich getting vanquished by the slightly less rich -- Southfork 1, South Beach 0 -- further evidence that LeBron James has become bigger in villainy than he ever was as a hero.
Thus the NBA's presumptive best team, the Heat, failed to join the celestial company of a very few athletes operating at the peak of athletic powers in 2011. Rodgers and FC Barcelona were near-perfect exemplars of football and fútbol. In winning three tennis Slams, Novak Djokovic looked -- with Roger in retrograde -- set to dominate for years. Tigers pitcher Justin Verlander was an unstoppable force, Bruins goalie Tim Thomas an immovable object.
And all the while the real world turned, rife with revolution. As statues toppled, and dictators were deposed, sports and sports alone -- thanks to the Laker formerly known as Ron Artest -- brought World Peace.
It was that kind of year. Here's to the next one. Mazel tov, Wozzilroy.