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The English guy doing hockey for the BBC coverage of the Olympics can’t stop himself from commenting on every dropped stick or abandoned glove. He’s absolutely spellbound by equipment loosed from its owner. This fascinated me too… when I was six years old and my father would take me regularly to New Jersey Devils games. My father refused to respond and so I quickly learned, rightly, to stop talking about it. It’s not important.
I should have called the BBC last week and offered my services. I’ve been told I have a lovely radio voice, and I suppose the loveliness would hold for television. I promise, unlike the guys they have doing it, I’d even learn the names of the players for both teams. Some German skates over, tries to take the puck from Crosby, oooo look there! Someone’s dropped their stick! That’s going to interfere with play! Someone’s going to trip if they’re not careful! And there’s another German, skating around with the puck and trying to shoot it into the net….
But I’ll admit that I’m happy to be watching it at all, and on my computer no less, when in an unreceptive country. But some of my earliest memories involve trying to get to sleep at night with the calm cadences of the hockey broadcasts my father was watching in the living room dully droning through my bedroom door… And so I’m sensitive to wrongness on this front.
… and it looks like the Canadians will be playing Russia tomorrow, which purists know is more important and more interesting than when they play the USA.
When you’ve got it, flaunt it!
Eight years ago tonight (not literally, I have no idea the real date, but in soccer time) I was on the metro from Rue Oberkampf to the Champs Elysées. A guy exposed his pecker to my wife and I – obviously this would be a problem on any other night, but it was OK, in the spirit of things that night. We got there, touched pavement, and went home. Too f’n crazy. (We heard on the news the next day that someone had driven over like 20 people there…) We did learn a little song that still rings out, always rings out, in our household during moments of particular exhilaration: On a gagné, on a gagné, on a, on a, on a gagné…
But not tonight.
And predictably, the chumpikins americanos are all over it. Over on some crap site or other:
World Cup Observation [John Podhoretz]
Instead of playing the match and losing, why didn’t France simply surrender the way it always does?
Well, John, perhaps you’ve got a point. After all the US did live up to its recent military precedent: 0 wins, 1 draw (Korea), 2 loses (Vietnam, Iraq).
Perhaps I’m calling the match at the 75th minute, but, shit, things don’t look good for our team, no?
Anyway, the question of the hour, of course, is what exactly happened here:
UPDATE: ah ha…
Materazzi denies calling Zidane ‘terrorist