FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH
“The True Millennium (finally)” |
Issue 45 |
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By: Ron Brounes |
January 2001 |
For
many people, the new year 2001 could not get here soon enough. Just one year ago, folks across the country
(and the world for that matter) were popping open champagne bottles, shooting
off fireworks, dancing in the streets, and ringing in the millennial new year
(366 days early). The year forever known
as Y2K started with so much promise, so many expectations. Once everyone
realized that their personal computers would boot up, money machines would
distribute cold hard cash, and every technological invention of the past
millennium would still operate, they proceeded with their partying without a
care in the world. The economy was
thriving; the stock market was soaring; the presidential campaign was cordial
and orderly; carefree “yuppies” cruised around in their overpriced, gas
guzzling SUV’s with their well performing Firestone tires. Yes, despite a few
occasional Florida riots over young Elian, all was good throughout the land.
And
all at once, something happened that turned the world upside down. It may have been the ruling in the Microsoft
antitrust suit that proclaimed the giant monopoly was a “giant monopoly;” it
may have been a Barron’s article revealing that many high-flying “dot.coms”
with no earnings expectations for the foreseeable future were in dire need of
additional financing so they could remain open and continue losing money
indefinitely; it may have been some “untimely” comments from the March 2000
issue of “For What It’s Worth” that stated “The
bad news is, in many cases, investing has become sheer speculation. The tide
will turn one day; it may get ugly … Subsequently, incomes will drop; consumer
spending will subside. Company revenues
(not to mention profits) will decline, stock prices will fall, and investors
will panic.” (Remember, you did hear it here first.) The seemingly
never-ending stock market euphoria came to a “crashing” halt. Day traders went
back to their day jobs to pay down their margin debt; twenty-something Internet
billionaires were soon updating resumes.
All of the major indices plummeted over the last nine months of the year
and the economy as a whole seemed headed for recession.
While
the financial world was in disarray, folks turned to the political world to
regain some semblance of sanity in their lives.
That dream match-up of “W” vs. Gore caught the nation by storm and
turned average apathetic Americans into political junkies. Watching riveting debates on TV became the
new national pastime. (With the stock
market plunging, no one could afford to do much else.) In the end, the people had spoken (or did
they?) and after another six short weeks of counting ballots (and rioting again
in Florida), a new President-elect was crowned.
With no true mandate for “W” to govern, uncertainty reigned and the
people worried about the political state of the country. While Hillary took her
“rightful” place among the elite fraternity (sorority) of U.S. Senators
(despite never living in her new “home” state), hubby Bill desperately sought a
peace deal in the Middle East to achieve that legacy by which he will be forever
remembered (like anything could surpass Jennifer, Paula, Kathleen, Monica, and
Ken). The only true winners in this
tragic-comedy known as American politics are the Saturday Night Live players
(not to mention Leno and Letterman) whose political satires would be even
funnier if they weren’t so factual.
ON THE LIGHTER SIDE
With
both the financial and political worlds in shambles, folks longed for that much
needed escape from reality and looked for it in the soothing dreamland known as
sports and entertainment. Over the
course of the year, we watched an accused murderer (allegedly) turn his life
around by football season and earn defensive MVP honors in the league. We listened as a racist pitcher insulted
virtually every minority in the country, yet continued to earn his trade
because he can throw a heck of a fastball.
We saw a cussing, choking, chair-throwing basketball coach finally get
run out of town after one final intolerable incident (and an inability to take
a team to the Final Four in years). We
eagerly awaited a comedian that no one understands joining the booth of Monday
Night Football to try to recapture the magic of Howard Cosell (and failing
miserably). We celebrated the return of
a baseball dynasty to New York and realized that without a salary cap, the
World Series streak may continue indefinitely.
Unless, of course, an all-star shortstop can live up to his $250,000,000
(yes, those zeroes are right) billing and lead his team to the pennant. And, by the way, I think the Summer Olympics
occurred this year but no one really noticed.
From
the entertainment world, our attempts to escape reality failed miserably as the
networks bombarded us with real life adventures and activities that we could
enjoy from the comfort of our LA-Z-Boys.
We watched some ordinary folks get stranded on a desert island, forced
to turn to their natural animal instincts in order to survive. (Interestingly, that camera crew survived
just fine in those harsh conditions.)
We realized that “love and money” go hand and hand as desperate women
competed for the affection of an eligible millionaire (allegedly)
bachelor. And finally, we could barely
contain ourselves as we experienced the always exciting day-to-day lives of
diverse people living together in a house while “Big Brother” was
watching. (Thankfully, for me, DirecTV
and HBO mean I may never have to watch network TV again.)
LET THE PREDICTIONS BEGIN
Just
what’s in store for the true millennium?
President “W” longs for his “good old days” as Governor of Texas (where
Lt. Governor does all the work) and Texas Rangers owner (pre A-Rod).
Adversaries emerge to oppose the confirmation of Cabinet nominees (namely
Attorney General) and passage of his promised massive tax cuts. Bill Clinton
does not fade off into the sunset but instead becomes a highly popular (and
compensated) speaker and the most sought after corporate spokesman since Bob
Dole and Viagra. Alan Greenspan tries to wave his magic wand over the economy
in the form of (more) rate cuts, but no quick fix can help as the sluggish
times continue. The stock market remains quite volatile and does not look to
regain that euphoria of the 90’s anytime soon. After such a dramatic pullback
over such a short timeframe, excellent “values” exist in the marketplace. (It
just may take a while until they reap rewards for investors.)
With
money in the bank, A-Rod puts up very unimpressive “Ken Griffey”-like numbers
and the sub-500 Rangers are left on the outside looking in as the Yankees
capture another World Series ring.
(Owner Tom Hicks wants to renegotiate.)
Attendance decreases at the ballparks (in every sport) as Average Joe
Fan can no longer afford the expensive tickets and gets tired of watching
non-loyal, overpaid, whining players who
believe they are above the game (and the law).
And besides, who wants to leave the house, when we can stay home and
watch “Survivor 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6” which get more air time than Regis Philbin? Welcome to the real millennium; from
financial, political, and sports/entertainment standpoints, it could not have
gotten here soon enough.
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713-432-1910 for additional information. BTW (by the way), there were some
positives to come out of 2000: a budget surplus (for now), Lance Armstrong
(part2), Enron Field (despite a bad team), Tiger Woods (when not “bitching”
about money), “The West Wing”(the way politics should be), Eunice (oh yeah, she
quit calling me back), four new non-Firestone tires (after almost getting
killed on the freeway), a neighborhood Chick-fil-A (right next to a James Coney
Island), and more. I really don’t ask
for much; just no more “Reality Based TV.” Here’s to Y2K +1!