This past weekend was the Ironman triathalon here in Louisville, KY. These athletes are crazy in shape. Some may even call them just crazy. Each of them who finished the race Sunday traveled 146 miles. That’s like going to Dayton, Ohio, using only your body. Crazy.
These people swim a mile and a half to start. Doesn’t sound so bad, it is one mile and one half. You ever try swimming one lap? Swimming, particularly race swimming, is very hard. I try to swim, they tell me it is good for my core, so I try to swim. It is a whirlwind of arms and legs and water in my eyes and mouth. I will go for a little while, then finally stop, cause, hey, I did enough. 30 feet maybe. Swimming is tough.
I like riding my bike. I have been known to ride it to work even, but 100 some odd miles? Ride my bike to Cincinnati? There’s a lot of hills out there and it burns my legs when I ride uphill. This is probably the thing I could come closest to completeing. Who am I kidding, I would get to prospect and call my wife to come pick me up.
Oh and then they run a marathon. You know, the “ultimate” in distance running? Just an afterthought to an ironman.
Can you imagine traveling all this distance, only to end up 2 blocks away from the 4th Street Live finish line at the midnight deadline? You just ran a marathon minus two blocks, and they tell you, too bad, you are not quite an Ironman. What is slightly softer than iron? (an internet search reveals gold to be slightly softer and copper to be slightly harder) So if you don’t quite finish, you are a gold man? I like that. Gold is more valuable than iron, but the point was to become an ironman.
If copper is slightly harder, then I saw some “coppermen” riding on River Road Monday. These guys were very fit and had very fancy looking helmets on. I think they were ironman competitors out riding the day after they traveled to Dayton. Forget that. If I ever finish an Ironman Triathalon(which I won’t), you can find me at Wicks for the next week, patting myself on the back and eating and drinking whatever I want.
I am truly in awe of the Ironman competitors and heartily congratulate all you men and women who accomplished this athletic feat Sunday. I love that this event is here, what a great compliment to our sporting scene.
Unrelatedly, I have been watching more movies lately. I don’t know why; actually I do. When you become a parent of a little one, and you have a job, two hours of escape in a dark, air conditioned place where all you have to worry about is a little movie plot is like a tropical island vacation. So I have been going to and renting movies.
One thing has become clear to me. When I become an evil leader, who is making ridiculous amounts of money by engaging in something that is either highly illegal or I have rivals for my business that are looking to kill me, I will have well trained henchmen. I know this is far from an original observation, but man these movie henchmen are bugging me.
First Stallone and Stratham and 3 or 4 of their buddies take out an entire army. And these army guys were supposed to be the "elite guard" in this nation. Despite the home field and access to many weapons, they couldn’t kill anybody- not one, didn’t stop their enemy and had to take on casualties from the Expendables that numbered in the hundreds. What an awful bunch, and they were the best the bad guys could roll out there! My guys would have had Stallone's gang begging for their lives within minutes. Heck, if I were that rich, and the money was that big, I would have hired Stallone and his gang. They were mercenaries anyway, and surely i could make it worth their while to protect my little kingdom.
The Mark E Mark and friggin Elf take down an entire corrupt corporate culture in The Other Guys. They even are able to outwit a helicopeter in a Prius. C’mon bad guys, you have a freaking helicopter and machine guns. The richest of the rich people in New York taken down by two previously screw up cops in a Prius.
Then a Mexican drug lord in New York is brought down by Bruce Willis and Tracey Morgan in Copout. The henchman would light up a hallway with machine gun fire, miss everything then get fatally clipped by these two jokers in one shot. The guy was ruthless in his killing, but a couple run of the mill detectives brought him and his entire organization down. Hire someone who hits the gun range every once in a while will ya?
My henchmen will be sharpshooters, and mean. And I will protect my investment with all the best weapons available. I may even hire someone to come up with some really bad stuff like Bruce Wayne does. Bruce Willis won’t know what freaking hit him. The only way you will stop me is if you ARE a super hero. I mean, how am I to stop Superman or Ironman anyway. Maybe they can be bought!
Labor Day weekend is my personal traditional end of my golf season, well since I've been married anyway. In years past, my brother and father and I have engaged in a golf tournament we term the Brindle Cup (how original, I know) over Labor Day weekend. Usually we hold the "event" near one of our homes. Quail Chase, I have won the title on your 9 west green, and I have handed it to my father on the treacherous “hidden creek” holes at Hidden Creek (I believe 14,15 and 16). Lotta balls in that creek. This year was year number 10 for the Cup.
Here's how it went down: (bad beat story alert!)
This year we got a treat and held the tournament in july in Myrtle Beach. It was wonderful, wives and kids came down. We played Burning Ridge, Indian Wells and a course called simply “The Witch.” Burning Ridge was a nice park-like layout that I shot my worst round of the week at (96). We went to Indian Wells next, which was a nice beach-type course where I managed to post another mid-90’s score despite striking the ball well for 14 of the 18 holes. We finished the tournament at The Witch. I shot my best round of the week (86), and made up a 10 stroke deficit on the leader in the first eight holes. If you are interested in more info on these three course feel free to email me at the address listed at the end of this entry.
After giving my brother two shots back on #9, we exchanged shots, with my brother playing conservatively and saving bogey on most holes and I alternating between pars and doubles until 16. Trailing by 2 I stripe a 3-wood straight down the middle of a shortish dogleg par 4. He follows by driving his ball through the fairway into the rough. This ends up a blessing in disguise for him, as the fairway shot has to fly under an overhanging tree, which he is clear of. He puts it to 12 feet, I deftly sting one under the limb, that had some left to right on it, but missed by a foot, hits the greenside trap rake and kicks in. He two putts, I get out but barely, then proceed to 3 putt.
Four strokes with two to play, game over. He goes par-par in, I go par-bogey and lose the Brindle Cup by 5.
So there was that golf experience, pretty fun. We both hit some nice shots on the stretch from 10-15, it felt like real competition.
Then a few weeks later I got the opportunity to play in the Cardinal Press Box Classic out at the Cardinal Club. They put me on a team with radio broadcaster Doug James and former QB Stefan Lefors. Both decent golfers, but let me tell you, Lefors hits the ball further than anyone I have ever played golf with. I would regularly hit my 250 yard “bomb” onto the fairway, only to have Lefors hit one 70-100 yards further; at which point we have to play it no matter what kind of grass it sat on.
We had a good team, but only managed 9 under. I think the winner was 12 under. If only we could chip. I played the whole round with a ripped up shoe, and I was afraid the whole thing would fall apart right there in front of Doug James, Stefon Lefors and Ken Horn.
So now golf season is over for me, and it will likely begin to disappear from the blog. I mean, we got to talk Ryder Cup, but other than that it’s over and we are on to football, play-off baseball (fingers crossed) and soon to be college hoops.
Finally a note about soccer, the sport that launched my blogging career. US Soccer extended head coach Bob Bradley through the next World Cup cycle@!!?! I thought he held the team back, but I guess those who know more (much more) felt differently. I hope they are right, but the line-ups lacked imagination and a lot of the times, I thought the team was playing catch-up tactically to their opponents.
Look for my first college football in-season edition of What's Next on Friday. I have refined my opinions on the Governor's Cup and will examine all of college football's big match-ups this weekend. As always I welcome your thoughts and opinions, both in the comment section below and at my inbox firstname.lastname@example.org.