doodlelist : it's time to tell some sports stories edition
june 10, 2005 @
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- After the late afternoon monsoon passed through, the sun came out and it turned out to be a beautiful night to watch the 'Minneapolis Downtown Classic' stage of the Minnesota Bike Festival's Grand Prix cycling race. If you've never seen a mob of 100 cyclists whizzing around a 1.2km road course you should definitely check it out, it's really a sight to see. You know what else is a sight to see? That same mob of 100 cyclists crashing into the protective barrier you're standing behind. It started when the lead rider bumped the curb and went down, crashing into the fence maybe 15 feet down from where we were. When the rest of the field - which was maybe 4 seconds behind the leader - swept around the corner, they were totally unaware that the lead rider had crashed, so they [unfortunately] ran right into the guy. After a couple of other guys went down, the rest of the field just started piling up on top of each other like railroad cars after the engine jumps the track. It was one of the most surreal things I've ever seen. Breaks were screeching, tires were exploding, riders were cursing, and bodies were flying everywhere. A couple of riders literally crashed directly into the barrier we were standing behind. Colin asked one of them "are you alright?" and the dude said "yeah" and then he got on his bike and started pedaling away. Within 30 seconds, all but maybe 4 guys were back up, racing like mad to the finish. What the hell is that about? I'm thinking if I wiped out like those guys did, I'd probably just sit there and think "jesus christ I am never riding a bicycle ever again" while I waited for someone to load me on a stretcher and take me to the refreshment tent. Oddly, the looks on all these guys' faces seemed to be saying "if I'm the first one up, I can totally win this race". (Of course I forgot my camera. Doof.me())
- This week also saw Team Yep wrap up yet another dominating season of Wednesday night co-rec city league softball. That may not sound like much - probably because it really isn't - but it's still fun to throw your glove in the air and whoop it up when you win the coveted 'champions' long sleeve t-shirt. I put mine on right away to help keep the mosquitoes away while I enjoyed a celebratory beer. The losers had to pass around a can of Off. Ha. Losers. (Note - there is apparently another Yep softball team somewhere in the Chicago area. WTF is that? We had that name *years* ago. Fake Yep even have a website. (Don't miss the trophy room, it makes me dizzy.) Imposters!)
- My soccer team lost in the championship game. I rolled my ankle and had to crawl off the field. That pretty much sums it up.
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dave.doof(); // For not taking his camera..