My main, one could almost use the word "primal" experience in sports is rowing not tennis (an appropriate sentiment perhaps in that the Rio Olympics are taking place right now). Just as I say in this thread that I used video to teach my people to row better when I was a crew coach, I now HAVE to say that when I competed myself nobody ever bothered to film us except the captain's father of when we went into our kamikaze final sprint up somewhere in the stratosphere to win the Dad Vail Regatta for the first time (North America's largest). Captain Bill Engeman's two sons, both of whom subsequently rowed in the national lightweight eight, have had to watch that super-8 film of a heavyweight eight with four midgets aboard more times than they care to admit. Anyway, we didn't use film back then yet did well winning three Dad Vails and practically the IRA (Intercollegiate Rowing Association annual championship) until the University of Washington coxswain, the one-legged Wolfkilt, took his hands off of his rudder to avoid rudder resistance thus cutting us off so we almost ran up on the rocks at Onondaga State Park. One of his eight oarsmen was unconscious, don't you see. (We just drove past that finish line on the New York Thruway the day before last.) Avery Brundage saw that race finish and invited us to the Olympic Trials a month later on the same lake, but the Naval Academy had overtrained us and we lost to crews we had beaten before.
Okay, that's my peak sob story in sports. But I am not so dumb as to not know it was a pretty good achievement done without the benefit of video or film.
Okay, that's my peak sob story in sports. But I am not so dumb as to not know it was a pretty good achievement done without the benefit of video or film.
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