Monday, November 22, 2010

Miscellany

I'm getting recovered enough from the incredible bout of cold=>flu=>bronchitis to write again. I've had zero energy, no pop.

Even so I'm excited as hell to go do the traditional 100+ rider Patapsco Thanksgiving Day ride tomorrow. Been aching to ride the MTB again. My cross season is through; my MTB season is just getting started. As it always is. [UPDATE: Cancelled, rain. &#$%@!!!!!!]

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The momentum of anti-doping efforts continues apace. You know, I can understand a pro reaching for the brass ring doing dope. I can understand an up and coming kid doing it. Those things make sense.

But when local racers dope? Lame. I don't care how grandiose your local team is. It's still lame.

And when some schlub masters racer does it to improve from 51st at the Tour of Nothingville, to 17th? That's fucking pathetic.

Dude, you're committing a federal felony, basically, so that you can beat *me*.

Seriously. That's so far below being pathetic there isn't even a good name for it. It's lower than whale shit. If your sense of self worth is that non-existent, if you are so lacking in self-respect that you'd do this, you don't need coaching; you need counseling.

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[Update: edited out because I can't get this to say what I want it to say. Dammit.]

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Speaking of true Americans - I just saw a trailer for a remake of True Grit, starring Jeff Bridges as Rooster Cogburn. It's directed by Joel & Ethan Coen. Yeah, that's right. A Coen Bros remake of a classic cowboy flick. It's The Big Le Cowski. Holy crap, it looks good. I normally don't get stoked about going to the theater to see movies, but I'm stoked about this. If I had to bet it, I’d bet right now it will turn out to be one of the greatest westerns ever, a Top 10. I call that pretty bold talk for a one-eyed fat man, man.
Obviously, He's Not A Golfer


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I love LSU football. I don't know why, sometimes a team just makes you sorta happy to watch. Always have loved dem tigers. Les Miles is also the most scatterbrained coach this side of Woody Hayes on the day he punched out Charlie Bauman. Salvador Dali was better at keeping the game clock straight, and Miles has let time run out on would-be winning drives three or four times in the last two years with simple stupid mismanagement. Stranger yet, he actually managed to win some of those games due to penalties, do-overs, extra downs, whatever. Just crazy weird ways to win (and sometimes lose) games. So LSU needs some points on Saturday, they have the ball with about 2-3 minutes left, and they're driving. The announcer says, "LSU is in great shape here. They have 3 timeouts." Here I am thinking Sam Kinison is dead, when it turns out he's been announcing football for ESPN all these years. True confession: one of the things on my bucket list is to go to an LSU night game and drink my face off from noon onwards. Oh yeah, and LSU won Saturday. They're about to screw up the BCS picture too. Goofy team. Love 'em. Looks like they're playing at Arkansas this Saturday... it'll be interesting to see how they screw this game up, then pull it out.

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Happy Thanksgiving, all.

3 comments:

Boz said...

Local doper are just a sign of the time, I'm afraid. EVERYONE has to stand out, be numero-uno, be THE shit, no matter what the cost.Post and boast on Twitter & Facebook. And you hit the nail on the head: they're all criminals. Felons. Why aren't more living in the Federal Crowbar Hotel? Folks are doing time for much less serious crimes.

Big Mike said...

Speaking of doping, I see Contador has adopted the spoilt brat tantrum defence... http://www.cyclingnews.com/news/contador-reiterates-threat-to-quit-if-punished-in-clenbuterol-case

Jim said...

@ Boz - it's not that some of these guys were standing out. Some were getting mediocre/okay results in low cat Masters racing. That's why I'm aghast here. It's like the woman who Churchill allegedly asked if she'd sleep with him for a million pounds, and she agreed; then he asked if she'd sleep with him for $50 and she asked what kind of woman she thought he was. His response, supposedly, was, "We've already established that. Right now, we're just haggling on price." What's shocking to me is not that people do sell out and dope and inject away their integrity, it is how cheaply they are willing to do it. A 17th in the Tour of Nothingville? Some of the people I race against in low cat Masters racing are obviously pure gold; but some among us are obviously common ores.

@ Mike - I'm shocked that a guy who comes off as a whiny martyr when he wins, comes off as a whiny brat when he's getting his ass kicked. Shocked.