I have heard enough criticism about my beloved, Golf, to fill many a volume rivaling the number of books in the Library of Congress. Many do not understand the game, the kharmic interface it creates between the performer and the environment. I need not recount all that I have blogged on the subject in former incarnations of this forum.
Needless to say that the vast majority, even many who enjoy the endeavour and skillfully perform its intricacies, will hurl if forced to endure more than several seconds of a television broadcast of Golf.
Well, I found something worse than a television broadcast of Golf -- the New York City Marathon on the boob tube. Is it no wonder that I recall from the many Olympic broadcasts of the marathon only the bare-footed Ethiopian, Abebe Bakila, who perished in a car crash after winning a second Olympic Marathon gold medal, entering the stadium to the cheers of tens of thousands.**
Who can watch men and women running down the streets of New York for longer than a few seconds?
Oh, you runners -- don't be so touchy. You got me all wrong. I am not criticizing you and greatly admire your stupdedication and perseverence.
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**Now that I think about it, that was Marathon Man, in which I saw the clip of Abebe Bakila, in which Dustin Hoffman portrayed a wimpy-ass marathon hopeful student caught in a battle with a Nazi war crimi9nal. Great flick!
Did he enter the stadium to the cheers of tens of thousands before or after the crash?
I managed to avoid the marathon 100%
Runners forget that man invented the wheel.
Posted by: Michelle at November 3, 2003 01:32 AM