I'll be rooting for Spain in the World Cup final today. My mother-in-law is from Madrid, so I kind of married into the fan base, as it were. I've worn by Spanish national shirt a few times to the office since the World Cup started, including the day in June when my colleague Julien Lafille, wearing the new blue "away" jersey, and I posed for this pic. No matter the winner today, I've really enjoyed this series.
My wife noticed this on Sports Illustrated's Olympics site this morning: a chart showing that Canada has won both gold medals in ice hockey at Vancouver. Looking at the charts more closely, it seems SI has not called the men's competition in advance, but given two medals to each of medallists in women's hockey.
It's remarkable that a video feature on Canada that Tom Brokaw did for NBC's Olympics coverage has already been viewed more than 1 million times on YouTube. Then again, it's concise and packed with information and terrific shots (and yes, I was delighted to see aerials of Cape Spear and Western Brook Pond in Gros Morne National Park almost right off the top). There's plenty that could have been included, but for six minutes, it does a fine job.
My son was wanting to catch another look at this animation showcasing the mascots for the upcoming winter Olympics in Vancouver. He apparently has seen it several times, so I figured putting it here might make it easier!
There's no snow at all in our yard, nor all over St. John's, but that won't last. In fact, in December, we had enough snow to make a couple of decent toboggan runs down Pippy Park, and our and a neighbour's son had a blast making a slew of snowballs. Not sure how much of a snowball fight they had at the time, but as recently as today, Nick said he wanted to line up a kids-vs-adults match.
Also today, my school chum Doug started a Facebook group with a funny purpose: a lobby to make Snowball Fighting a sport in next month's winter Olympics in Vancouver. (The odds, Doug will admit, are slim.)
Love a good snowball fight? Pitch in. It is, after all, a whole lot more meaningful than some of the sports we'll be following next month.
A young fellow named Chris Wheeler has been travelling the country as the Oympic torch relay winds its way to Vancouver. You can follow the progress here, on the Travel With The Olympic Torch YouTube channel. Click below to see his video post of Friday's tour through St. John's.
We've all seen them: the parents who like to give their lungs a workout while their kids are playing sports, and could very well be giving their kids a complex. I love this Little League video, which turns the tables nicely.
Serena Williams is still making waves with Saturday's spectacular outburst at a U.S. Open semi-final, in which she unleashed a series of threats and expletives against the judge who called a foot fault. The video below includes an annotation of what witnesses heard; the audio recordings have not been good, but the reports have been consistent.
Immediately after the set, which Williams lost to unseeded player Kim Clijsters, who would go on to win the women's final, Williams was in character:
"An apology? For what? How many people yell at linespeople?"
As for the judge to whom Williams apparently said, "I'll kill you," Williams said, "I don't know why [the lineswoman] said she felt threatened. I've never been in a fight in my life." Williams also said she could not even remember what she had said.
The incident, of course, was more than a weekend sports story; videos of the tirade have blown over the web, prompting a viral phenomenon. In the world of tennis, where, you know, stars are not supposed to threaten to kill line judges, this is not good form.
So, Williams is out and about this week, to salvage her reputation - or, to use a marketing word, her brand. This part of a CNN interview amused me:
"It was a really tough point in the match and it was really close and
got a really tough call that wasn't the correct call, and, you know,
things got a little heated and I had a conversation with the line judge
that didn't go so well." [My emphasis]
I think all parties would agree it didn't so well, either.
The Guardian publishes today a list of some of the things Muhammad Ali has said over the years. My favourite, from 1960, when Cassius Clay was in a segregated restaurant:
On being told "We don't serve negroes"
I don't eat them, either. Just give me a cup of coffee and a hamburger.
While I know from first-hand experience that some people at the CBC can crack a naughty pun, that kind of stuff doesn't get on the airwaves too much. Certainly, anyway, you don't expect to see ribald boxers at the CBC Shop.
A colleague snapped these for me at the shop in the Broadcast Centre.
"He shoots, he scores!" Indeed. And how about this one, about "High sticking"?
Hmmm! As my colleague put it, "At least they didn't have a pair that said 'Pullin' the goalie!' "
Incidentally, neither of this items appears to be listed in the online catalogue for the CBC shop. (Maybe some people are aroused by Nature of Things Tees. Who knows.) If you're in Toronto, you can check out the store by the Front Street address.
I had read yesterday about how long-shot Mine That Bird won the Kentucky Derby, but I hadn't seen until just now by how much. (The "impossible result" comes from the gobsmacked commentary you'll hear.)
The graphics on NHLUniforms.com may not be the most elegant, but it sure is fun to take a tour through the year-by-year representations of all the NHL's teams.
Sports fans love them some numbers. Basketball, in particular, is drenched with stats, charts, points, etc., all of which is the backdrop for a fascinating piece in this weekend's New York Times Magazine on the allure of all-star Shane Battier, who may not rank well on a spreadsheet, yet has an uncanny ability to change a game's outcome on the actual court. A small bit:
Here we have a basketball mystery: a player is widely regarded
inside the N.B.A. as, at best, a replaceable cog in a machine driven by
superstars. And yet every team he has ever played on has acquired some
magical ability to win.
Solving the mystery is somewhere near the
heart of Daryl Morey’s job. In 2005, the Houston Rockets’ owner, Leslie
Alexander, decided to hire new management for his losing team and went
looking specifically for someone willing to rethink the game. “We now
have all this data,” Alexander told me. “And we have computers that can
analyze that data. And I wanted to use that data in a progressive way.
When I hired Daryl, it was because I wanted somebody that was doing
more than just looking at players in the normal way. I mean, I’m not
even sure we’re playing the game the right way.”
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.
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