Sunday, February 21, 2010

Olympic update

The ski cross did not disappoint. What a sport: pulsating, violent, fast, and laced with crashes. Another one of those made-for-TV events, with (I think) 16 races in just over an hour. Loved it. The women's version is on at 2100 on Tuesday. Watch it.

Olympic wars


So I'm back in wintery Aberdeen. I actually arrived home this time last week, but catching up with R&R from the recent travels has taken until now. Being 3/4 of the way through a long weekend is helping.

Anyway, the Winter Olympics have kicked off this month; they are an event that I have never really cared for. They strike me (and many others, I'm sure) as the "special" little brother of the Summer Olympics.

Hang on, should't the Paralympics be the "special" brother? If so, what did I think the Winter ones were? I don't know, maybe the Pepsi Olympics to the Coke Summer Olympics: trying really hard, but in reality only consumed when the other isn't available.

So, the Pepsi Olympics started in Canada last weekend, and immediately received a barrage of criticism: it wasn't wintery enough for skiing, then it was too wintery for skiing, the course designers murdered a Georgian lugeist, the Canadians cheated by allowing only their guys to practice. But, most damningly, the spectre of the "rubbish version" of the Olympics loomed large. I, as usual, fell in line with this dogma. Yes, I'd watch it if there was nothing else but yes, of course, it can't compete with the real thing.

Check out my Coke reference there. That was some clever writing.

So I started watching some of the events, and knock me down if the scales didn't start falling from my eyes. Yes, ice dancing is still rubbish, but pretty much all of the other events are superb. Has the reputation of the Winter Olympics allowed it to, under the rader, rejuvenate and pack the schedule with great spectator and viewer events? So far, we have had:
  • Alpine skiing: crazy people throw themselves down a steep hill, either at blistering speed or at blistering speed crashing off blue and red flags. They do jumps. They crash, regularly.
  • Skeleton: crazy people throw themselves head-first down an icy tube of (literally) death at speeds that would get you points on your licence if you were driving down the track. You'd have to be insane to do that, though.
  • Which brings us to the bobsleigh: crazy people drive down an icy tube of death at even faster speeds. They crash, and sometimes fall out of their little metal carts.
  • Speed skating: crazy people race around a track, bumping into each other and putting their hands on the floor and inches from their rival's skates. The skates used in the racing are, of course, razor-sharp knives of doom.
  • Ski jumping: crazy people slide down a hill and fly, using skis as wings and their arms to steer. Did you get that: THEY FLY USING SKIS AS WINGS.
  • Ice hockey: crazy people take the game of field hockey and turn it into a pulsating spectacle of violence and, well, violence.
And that's not all of them. Biathlon involves the natural combination of skiing and rifle shooting, the moguls involves flying down a hill-o-lumps as fast as possible, and in curling they throw lumps of rock (Ailsite, geology fans) down an ice rink whilst brushing the ice. I have deliberately not mentioned the (surprise, surprise) insane snowboard cross because tonight the ski cross starts and the trailers for it look amazing. Groups of crazies fly down the hill at the same time in a straight race. Involving jumps. They crash. Into each other.

Virtually all of these sports are exciting, quick, and photogenic, which makes them tremendously TV-friendly. Of course, the biggest TV sports event of them all is the Summer Olympics, so what has it got?
  • 100 metres: ok, this one it gets, but only because of Bolt. For a while before him it was unnecessarily-revered
  • The marthon: again, this gets a lot of attention but it is a pretty great event.
  • Some of the cycling, like the road race (essentially a stage of the Tour de France) the Keirin (cyclists follow a little motorbike that gets faster and faster until they sprint for the win), and the madison (I don't think anyone knows what happens in this one, but it involves teams of 2 literally throwing each other around the track and huge confusion over who wins).
  • Modern pentathlon: amazing for the comedy value of people drawing lots to ride on a horse that they have never seen before, with wildly varying results. The horses, essentially, get to cost people medals.
  • Taekwondo, but only because of that guy who kicked the referee in the head.
And that is pretty much that. Yes there is some interest in other events, like steeplechase, rowing, high diving, and a few of the athletic events. But the games are loaded with duds: swimming (a million variations on the same thing over slightly varying distances), synchronised swimming, gymnastics, equestrian, wrestling, basketball, fencing, judo, sailing, and weightlifting. Take tennis and football as examples: they are poor imitations of the sports that we love.

I'm going to come out and say it: I now prefer the Winter Olympics to the Summer ones. Open your eyes and see the quality of the events, which mainly seems to be due to the insanity and inherent danger of most of them. Maybe they can introduce some peril into the summer games, like jousting, pole vault through a ring of fire, motorbike daredevil acrobatics, or chess. I can't remember anticipating an Olympic event as much as tonight's ski cross, which had better not let me down.

I'm not switching to Pepsi, though. Unless there's no Coke available.

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Friday, February 19, 2010

Today on twitter

  • 12:39 Lots of snow here! Protip: if I take the day off work, copy me as it means there will be weather problems. #

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Bored in the USA

Hey hey from Lafayette, Louisiana. I have some time to kill before heading out for some excellent Cajun food, so thought that I would pump out some crap on here.

It's been a hectic couple of weeks. Last week (or was it last year?) saw a whistle-stop tour around the Middle East. First up was Saudi Arabia, followed by Abu Dhabi, Dubai, and Qatar.

Saudi was its usual self: perfectly friendly and welcoming but without anything of genuine interest. I did have a little time free, so took a wander away from my hotel for an hour or so. I think most people wouldn't have bothered doing that due to the reputation of the country; in reality everybody either ignores you or smiles hello. The infidel-hating-crazies image is a construct: it's like judging the USA based upon the hardcore Bible Belt types. Oh.

Abu Dhabi was bland and warm. I got a chance to go right past the fantastic-looking Yas Island complex that was used for the final Formula One race of the season and, yes, it does look like something from a futuristic computer game.

Dubai was only a flying visit so I was unable to re-assess my antipathy for the place. I can, however, say that the Burj Dhubai (or Khalifa) has become a worthy tallest building. We drove right past the bottom of it and, boy, is it tall. I have been under many big buildings, but this one is mind-boggling. 50% taller than the next tallest building! Thankfully, it has supplanted the (in my opinion) ugly Taipei 101 with a structure that is elegant and, well, tall.

And so to Qatar. Doha was actually a pleasant surprise. This was a modern city in the Gulf that still had some semblance of tradition. Old buildings were scattered around the area my hotel was in, the highlight being a 100+ year old Souk (or central market) which had been refurbished into a vibrant centre for food, shopping, tourists and locals alike. It was a fun mix of sights, sounds, and smells. The "new" part of the city was dotted with modern skyscrapers that appeared to be fairly empty. It is as if they have built this huge city in anticipation of loads of businesses, people, and events but none of them have really come yet. I think Qatar will be an interesting one to watch.

Back to Aberdeen, then, for a couple of nights prior to the USA trip. Mark has been helping my foray into malt whisky over the last few months, and last weekend furnished me with some Aberlour A'bunadh which I have now purchased my own bottle of. This might be my favourite whisky so far.

My body clock was all over the place by Sunday morning when I checked in for my 0600 flight to Amsterdam and then on to Houston. A couple of days there for work was followed by a short hop to where I am now: Lafayette, Louisiana. I am here for a conference which has just finished. We have a lovely stand that I was going to man and look all professional; unfortunately US customs had other ideas and I have spent a couple of days sheepishly standing behind an empty white table. I'm glad it's over...

So now off out for some lovely local Cajun food at the famous Blue Dog Cafe, washed down with some regional beer. Tomorrow I will nip to Walmart to fill up my bag with American junk and sweets before making the trip home. When I get back on Saturday morning, I will have taken a total of 13 flights in 14 days with a total of over 40 hours in the air...

Thankfully I then have a little time at home before Iran at the start of March. See you on the other side.