Swimming, basketball, gymnastics – OH MY! Archery, badminton, road cycling – yawn, sigh. Also: boxing, soccer, weight lifting, water polo, volleyball, beach volleyball, tennis, rowing, handball, equestrian, shooting, and field hockey. With this many events, it makes total sense that there was no coverage for a full hour while Lockup was on yesterday. GET IT TOGETHER, NBC!
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Today’s highlights will feature, swimming, cycling, beach volleyball, indoor volleyball, basketball, rowing, and GYMNASTICS! The US Women’s Volleyball team is top ranked. Continue reading
My childhood is filled with fond memories of watching Dorothy Hamill do the “Hamill Camel;” in fact I had my hair cut just like her. Bart Conner awed me on his parallel bars. I was enthralled watching Bonnie Blair zipping across the ice. I loved watching Bruce Jenner and “Flo-Jo” running their hearts out. Who can forget the 1980 Miracle on Ice hockey team? The Olympics were a time that I, along with everyone else I knew, were transfixed in front of the television set trying to discover what happened and what was up next. Times are different now. I still look forward to the Olympic Games, but it isn’t quite the same. Continue reading
Motorcyclist Magazine turned 100 this month, making it the world’s oldest continuously-published biker rag (it’s a few years older than Italy’s Motociclista). Not only did the magazine do a great job of naming the Honda CB750 its “Motorcycle of the Century,” but they’ve published an archive of every single cover going back to 1912. Continue reading
It’s finally here! The greatest world spectacle to come along every four years (let’s be honest, the Winter Olympics kinda suck) – the Summer Olympics. While the details of the Opening Ceremony have been kept under wraps as is typical, the Brits have promised a very British affair, one that keeps in mind that the global economy is in the pooper. I hope that’s code for David Beckham getting a really small outfit to wear. Continue reading
Ahh the NFC West, *sniff* *sniff*, smells like mediocrity in the morning. Nothing like turning on the TV for the late afternoon game to find the exciting display of incompetence that is Rams/Cardinals. I mean it’s pretty hard to take this division seriously when two years ago they sent a 7-9 team to the playoffs. The Niners are at least a bright spot in this black hole of suck of the NFL. Let’s get this over with quickly, because I can’t be drunk while I write this and have no other way to dull the pain. Continue reading
There’s a lot to talk about regarding this year’s Olympics. Male athletes are being flown first or business class and women are traveling in cargo coach. G4S fucked up the security royally and still demands a huge payoffday. In the right light, the London 2012 logo kinda looks like Lisa giving Bart a blowie. And there’s sports, of course. Lots and lots of sports that only get attention once every four years, like badminton and the canoe slalom.
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In the first half of this year, many of you participated in a fitness challenge inspired by commenter Rina (and First Lady Michelle Obama and Ellen DeGeneres). You’re in good company, Rina! The goal was to complete 25 push-ups by June 25th and several of us got there but more importantly, many more were encouraged to exercise and better our health along the way. So what next?
Planking was suggested as a goal, but in a bit of selfishness, I am choosing a different challenge to give my shoulders a break. I also think this is more appropriate as we careen towards the holiday season, when some of us tend to overindulge. Something a little more DYNAMIC and focusing on the, ahem, bottom half of the body during the back end of the year. Continue reading
After three years working overseas with no opportunity for biking or other healthier forms of commuting, I was looking forward to breaking out my old Trek bicycle and using it to get around town this summer. The Trek was originally purchased in the mid-nineties following my move into condo-style housing built by my college several miles off main campus. Winters can be brutal in rural upstate New York – walking back and forth was clearly not an option, and public transportation was non-existent in a town without so much as a stop light. I asked for a car, but got a bike. Continue reading
I grew up a small-town jock. This modest social role came with a number of comforting certainties. For instance, from about seventh grade onward, I played the same sports with basically the same teammates each season. My town was just barely large enough to field one team in most sports.
In our competitions, we faced mostly the same kids from each nearby town. And we all knew our assignments right away. For instance, on the soccer field, I was always the goalkeeper. I didn’t have any talent for the position, really — but I worked hard, obeyed coaching directives, and occasionally got lucky. Continue reading