Le Coq unvails 2013 TdF Malliot Jaune. I like the retro collar. Not sure about the ‘Moor’s Head’ on the chest. I get the Corsican heraldry, but, still, I don’t know.
On the bikes. (Taken with Instagram)
So over the summer I have been unbiked. Tragic, I know, but the product of unavoidable circumstances. As such I have lived vicariously through other bike friends. James Nord’s Deux North series has been particularly exciting/inspiring. Today I got back on the horse for the first time in what seems like a year. I was well chuffed that I managed to haul my single speed around 18.5 miles of semi rolling hills out side of Charlottesville at a decent clip. I climbed past the Michie Tavern and Monticello then around some hills and valleys behind then back down the mountain to town. Short ride, and my steel frame commute bike is very soft/heavy but still- when cranking down a gorgeous stretch of pavement on yonder mountain at 28 mph all is right in the world.
The neat thing about the Olympics is its size. It’s so big its small. By encompassing everything from basketball to badminton, not to mention virtually every country in the world and a few non countries too, it is a massive spectacle. But, given that over 10,000 athletes compete in the games, it is so big, its net is cast so wide, that just about anyone can find a personal connection with the games. A reason to watch some prelim heat or something. In these moments the biggest show on earth becomes a rather small affair.
Tyson Gay has no idea who I am. He graduated from Lafayette High School in Lexington, KY in 2001. I graduated from West Jessamine High School in neighboring Nicholasville in 2004. He ran a 10.46 to set the state record in the 100m, I never set a record in anything. Nevertheless, he is my athlete. One day in March of 2001 we raced. It was the first meet of the year, basically a friendly, with no limit to how many people teams could place in each event. I was a gangly 9th grader who joined the track team to have something to do. Somehow our no. 1 sprinter was scratched at the last minute and coach stuck me in his place just to see what I could do as I had literally just joined the team.
The #1 sprinter in the state was in the lane beside me. Tyson Gay. He ran a 10.something. I ran a 13.something. Getting beat by 3 seconds in the 100m dash is an eternity (side note, I once lead a near Olympian in the 5k, unfortunately I lead the first 200m, he lead the last 4200 and beat me by 8 minutes- aka a long ass time in cross country). Anyhow, I was just one of the hundreds of people Tyson smoked on his way to greatness. And there is nothing more to the story than that. No, encouraging ‘nice try, kid’ that inspired me to greatness, but no snickering either. He just beat me, and everyone else, because that was what he did.
Over the last 11 years I have kept up with Tyson in press clippings and online stories. He has broken world records and battled an unfair amount of injuries. Each time he lines up though, I elbow my friends and tell them about the time he beat me. I was so crushed when injuries derailed his 2008 Olympic bid, and this year he has to contend with a rampant Jamaican side, but when I saw him in the Opening Ceremonies (alongside Anthony Davis- shout out to the state of Kentucky!), I became irrationally excited. For me, the Olympics boil down to Tyson’s running and a few swimming events involving a friend from Oxford. But, perhaps more than anything else, I get a kick out of saying I raced an Olympian. I lost, but that’s why he is an Olympian and I am a grad student.
It’s a story with more than a little irony, the kid who skipped college finally maxing out in pro ball when he finds a new passion: reading. It really should also put to bed the notion that LeBron is some villainous figure.
I still enjoy the brand of ball played by the Thunder more than the HEAT, but like Wilbon says, LeBron hate should die- villians don’t read books.
Gregor Blanco, I salute you! This is how you save a No-No. The Perfect Game is perhaps the most sacred moment in sports. When you are perfect through 5, reality starts to slip and fade. Word leaks out on bottom line score feeds, FB, and Twitter. People watch West Coast Baseball for no reason. Above all NO ONE TALKS TO THE PITCHER. But everyone knows what is going on and as a fielder you do whatever it takes to keep the dream alive. If a Perfect Game is not on the line Gregor Blanco does not make it within 10 feet of this ball, yet with history on the line he makes a catch that would have pushed Willie Mays. I have watched this 10 times and still don’t actually think it’s possible. But that’s what perfect games do. Matt Cain was so money all night- 14k’s!- and straight dealing to the Astros that the Baseball Gods knew he deserved it and thus they gave Blanco some giddy-up and go when his pitcher needed it.
Well, when did Cleveland draft LeBron? June 2003. From that point forward, the following things were created: MySpace (2003); Facebook (2004); Gmail (2004); sports blogs (2004); YouTube (2005); podcasts (2005); Twitter (2006); iPhones (2007). By 2009, all of those mediums and devices had rounded into form with the exception of MySpace — which only survives in To Catch a Predator reruns — and all of LeBron’s triumphs, foibles, highlights and failures could be dissected AND watched immediately. The most famous American athletes from the last decade were probably LeBron, Kobe Bryant, Tiger Woods, Peyton Manning, Michael Jordan (even after he retired), Shaquille O’Neal, Tom Brady, Brett Favre, Alex Rodriguez, Lance Armstrong and Derek Jeter in some order. But only LeBron showed up right as the “information age” was taking off and blossomed along with it, so Battier’s first point is correct … right?
From Bill Simmons and Malcolm Gladwell’s amazing Sports-Culture discourse. Read in full here. Anyhow, reasons to watch Heat-Celtics tonight. LeBron, love him or hate him, holds up a cultural mirror that we really don’t want to look in.
Awesome article about one of my NBA favs: James Harden. The Beard! The Beard! Unleash the Pharaoh!
Happy trails Kerry! You were always one of my favorites. No matter how bad Dusty blew out your arm, we will always have the 20K game. Man, when your curveball was on it violated all known laws of physics. I will miss you, and now my Cubbies lack a single truely professional baseball player. Way to go out punching them out.
10 year anniversary. AI you are a legend.
LAMBORGHINI x BMC IMPEC
Ahhhh yet another luxury automobile manufacturer is added to the list of high end race machine collaborators. Personally, I’d take the S-Works McLaren Venge, as it is thousands of dollars cheaper at only $18,000 in comparison to the BMC’s price tag of $26,000.
Anonymous asked: You are the reason people have fantasies about librarians while spending inordinate amounts of time in the stacks.
If a person is stuck in the stacks fantasizing about librarians, I’m assuming it’s because they can’t find their book and need help real...
It takes an ocean not to break.
“Poetry must resemble prose, and both must accept the vocabulary of their time.”— William Butler Yeats on modern poetry in a rare 1936 BBC recording.