Posts Tagged ‘competition

23
Feb
24

Rant: Athletes Who Wear Jewelry…WHY?

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Can someone explain to me, preferably an actual athlete, why active, competing athletes would ever want to wear jewelry? I just don’t understand. I’ve seen basketball players, really sweaty beach-volleyball players, occasionally football players and, most recently, skiers wearing jewelry. And, as I watch them gasping for air, just miserable with sweat, I cannot help wondering what is seriously wrong with them.

[On a related note, video-game (and comic-book) characters wearing jewelry in physical, fighting games makes just as little sense. Who kicks butt while flashing big hoop earrings or rings the size of walnuts? A boastful bouncer or hitman (or hitwoman), maybe. But, that just makes me want to whip their (expletive) even more. It makes them targets (for thieves). I don’t want my hero or heroine wearing jewelry. If I see a woman wearing hoop earrings while performing a jump kick or more complex acrobatics, I’m going to barf or scream. That’s for dressing up on the date you take AFTER the adventure/battle. Haven’t game makers ever seen African-American women take off their “bling” before assaulting a man or another woman? I salute those women.]

Isn’t the point of jewelry to make you look prettier or more handsome, as well as wealthier than the person or people next to you? Now, modern folks may not think about wealth, but I’m pretty sure that was part of the origins of jewelry, a status symbol.

Modern athletes tend to look like walking billboards, with all of those brands stamped on them. [That’s a rant for another day. It sickens me to see people covered in the logos of supposed sponsors.] Does the jewelry really improve that image? Or, does the gold and jewels simply say, “I was bought by these companies on my body. They paid for these. I sold myself for a few shiny accessories.”

[Have you ever seen a billboard wearing earrings and three necklaces? Well, I’ve never.]

When you are exercising, really working that body hard and building up a sick layer of sweat, do you reaaaally want to be wearing anything of value or which could be damaged, lost or lead to foolish injuries/infections? I’d hate to get my–bleh–piercing(s) caught on a branch, a piece of equipment or bit of fabric…and tear into my precious flesh. Or, imagine losing a ring worth five grand when you’re trying to break your personal record as you succumb to peer pressure. I’ve seen my share of jewelry infections and skin discolorations. So, personally, if I was a professional–or even just a casual–athlete, working MY body hard, I wouldn’t even want to wear my trusty watch (because I know it’s going to get slathered in my nasty, acidic tree sap).

…That’s all. I’ll be waiting, up on my guru peak, for some logical explanation.

Oh, and my random tidbit of wisdom for the day…

Fruit tastes better when it’s comfortably warm. Refrigerated fruit pales in comparison. I’ve had oranges right out of the fridge which taste sour and dry. But, an orange left to warm by the sun tastes incredibly juicy and pleasantly sweet. [The same goes for salsa and chips; refrigerated salsa…kind of sucks. Room temperature salsa is far better.] Fruit is like people, like me. You get the best out of me when I am comfortably warm. If I am too hot or cold, I am not very helpful.

09
Feb
24

Happy Year of the Wood Dragon, 2024/4724

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A fresh breeze blows across the calm waters of 2023, ushering in new growth and development.  Get ready for a breezy year of productivity, new concepts and competition.  It’s the year of the Wood Dragon.  Dragons are showy, bold and a little reckless.  But, if you’re smart, you won’t be reckless…while still being plenty brave and competitive.  If you’re an introvert, impress backstage and in the utility room.  Be useful and clever whenever possible.  If you’re lucky, you’ll solve problems and maybe impress the right people with your creative problem-solving skills.  I’ve heard things about new and refreshed romance…but I don’t think much of that being any better than any other year.  Whatever you do, don’t be lazy, slow or careless.  Or, if you must, buckle up for a wild ride.

Woosh!

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12
Apr
22

Why Do White Runners Even Try (to Enter the Olympics)?

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Why do white (Caucasian) runners even try to enter the Summer Olympics?

They have no chance to beat the ethnic powerhouses that pound around those tracks, often making it look effortless in the end, better than champion racehorses. Every year, you see the pale runners drifting further and further behind their darker-skinned competition. The former look like white wallpaper in the background. They are lines on the track being trampled by the dark horses who might as well be kicking up dust as they speed to victory. You could say the competition is dark; or it’s a dark horse’s race to win.

So, why do white runners bother to try?

I’m inclined to say it’s purely for the freedom to say, “I was there when ___ won.” They simply want to get the exercise and the chance to run along…er…behind some star runner. Imagine you had the chance to be with your favorite athlete as they excelled at their sport, not in the stands, the bleachers, the ring-side seats; but right behind them in the center of the action. That would be the only logical reason to try (and know you have no chance to win).

What do you readers say about this?

21
Feb
22

Regroup or Retire But Never Extinguish; a Poem for all Olympic competitors

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Listen, now, all who came to compete.
The torch is extinguished; the games are complete.
Your peers continue to celebrate
While you collapse under an emotional weight.
If you weep because you didn’t medal,
You don’t need to step off the eternal gas pedal.
Olympics come, and Olympics go,
With summer heat and winter snow.
The chance to earn gold, silver and bronze may be gone.
But, the flame of the sport burns ever strong.
Your time in the spotlight is at a rest.
But, don’t douse the fire still within your chest.
What lasts longer than a momentary prize
Is the image of sportsmanship left in our eyes.
Who came first, second or third might matter today.
Who we call our friend or inspiration should never go away.
The Olympics are just a small example
Of what we all wish to more than sample.
Those who choose war do not share the spirit.
If you happen to agree, let me hear it.
Television attempts to paint you as stars.
Deep down, only you know who or what you truly are.
So, cry your tears, today, and rest for tomorrow.
Time rolls on, and no one can truly live in sorrow.
As your life remains, so must your flame.
You came to play, and life is still all our game.

Game on.

~Writingbolt, Feb. 20, 2022

 

26
Aug
20

Love and Hate, BB USA Quarantine All-Stars 2020

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IT’S THAT TIME, AGAIN!  My “reality TV crutch,” much like the one Christmas needed to get through her first season.  Yes, I said her first season.  And, despite the ANNOYING details most of this year’s competitors bring to the round table, I am rooting for Christmas to win the whole sha-bang.

What am I talking about?  Does anyone who uses this blog site really care?  Maybe if you’re based in California and are wherever they rope these people into game shows like they were members of the LOST cast and can’t get off the damn island!

I’m talking about the USA version of Big Brother; which, this year, is an “All-Stars” year…

[If you’re a fan, feel free to read along.  If you’re clueless or just interested, save your eyesight.]

…And, it makes me HATE the show I can’t help LOVING because of the wacky interior decoration and some really creative competitions.   Those are really the main two reasons I even bother with the show.  It’s about seeing what people do to decorate the place, which I wonder if any competitor really appreciates.  [They never say anything beyond some comment about the squirrel population or the vomiting monster that never seems to go away.]

If you haven’t read my older posts about the show, I started watching way back when it first started.  I STOPPED watching when they had an All-Stars competition with some people I already detested.  I came back…I cannot even remember when…when, I think, I saw some competition that really excited me.  Maybe it was the first comic book competition.  And, I have been giving it a “trial second marriage.”  But, it keeps…testing…me!  There is something extra stupid and wrong with the whole setup.

They’ve really beefed up the stupid.  Forget surpassing every previous year by rearranging rooms and featuring new risks.  Forget the old-school systems of alliances and show-mances.  If these wealthy, world-traveling, internet-blasted idiots are going to play those old hands, they are…well, I said it, already.  Let me break my geeky thoughts down for you…

  1.  Many of the competitors are “living the good life” with a life partner, with or without kids.  They supposedly are doing well financially, looking as glamorous as they can be and HAPPY with their relationships.  WHY THE F’ ARE YOU COMING BACK TO THIS COMPETITION WHERE YOU ARE TREATED LIKE SINGLE MORONS TRYING TO FIND A SOCIAL LIFE ON TV??!?!?  [I think even Julie Chen is lost for words; I get the feeling there is much she would like to say to these people, after ALL the years she has hosted this hot mess, yet is forced…and I mean forced…to process every episode to the letter, when the people she must work with cannot even cooperate.  I FEEL BAD FOR YOU, JULIE!  YOU’RE STILL AWESOME…BUT THIS IS GETTING TRULY STUPID.  If you’re in a “good relationship,” if you come into the house wearing a ring, there is little to no social game to play.  There is no show-mance.  If you’re a WHITE guy and half decent at socializing, you might find a bro-mance.  But, I still have my doubts.  Take the social, emotional relationship conflict out of the game, and you’re left with competitions; you’re left with an Olympic games of quarantine stupidity.
  2. HATE THEM!  I’m just going to come right out and peg them for what they are.  Nicole F. (we have to be specific because they were dumb enough to bring TWO Nicoles into an All-Stars competition) has played, lost, won, been on another reality-TV game show, seen much of the world and is dumb enough to come back for another season.  She needs to go home and make sure her life is on track; my prediction is she will NOT win but come back many more times because she is LOST…like Hurley lost.  Ian is another winner and enough nervous energy to make my skin crawl.  He is like me at my social worst combined with my early teen ego, thinking I’m the smartest person in the room.  I would feel 2 percent sympathy for him and spend as much time away from him, Nicole F. and the flamboyant one as one could in this situation.  Cody…I knew from the first MINUTE he was on camera, I couldn’t stand him.  He paired up with a smart cop, and, yes, that cop secured his wimpy dog butt to the finals; he is going to be struggling on his own all “summer.”  And, I am going to have to ignore him, again, if I bother to watch more of this.  I could not STAND Da’Vonne the first time I saw her; I don’t need a second helping.  She supposedly pairs up with the lovely but wacko Bayleigh–another person supposedly happily employed and married–and I can’t help smelling trainwreck.  I am sure “Swaggy C” is shaking his head, already.  I know black folks “have to stick together”–just like guys from Brooklyn or ‘Jersey feel the need to stay “friends–but there is no way two black women with explosive mouths, pairing up on a white-male-dominated game show have AAAAANY chance of surviving this game beyond…let’s predict midway, at best.  ONE of them is going home before the other, if she’s lucky, makes jury.   Which brings me to…
  3. Racism continues to be an underlying layer.  EVERY season I have watched, the game is dominated by beefy, dumb-ass white guys who sound like they’ve been holed up in some witness-protection camp.  They come in, flashing muscles and smiles, wearing the skimpiest workout attire, assert some false sense of friendship and then go huddle up in some room to make alliances, like a pack of stray dogs trying to figure out where they will get their next meal.  But, there is HOPE.  Or, maybe it’s a CBS ploy to instill hope?  The “comp beast” Tyler, who got one of the prettiest girls on the show to marry him somehow…who, as he says, “wrote too many checks” he could not cash…supposedly wants to support David, the fool who was the first to go last year, due to a STUPID “hot, new opening competition” concept.  How STUPID was that.  How awful many felt for the guy.  And then, he “battled back” to get back in…and got thrown right back out, just like the hubby of Nicole F.   [The fact that her last initial is F should say something.  Hmm?]  Now, if Tyler’s word is gold and not a CBS move (which I do not put past these TV empires to try), we may have our first black man to survive a season…UNTIL Tyler crushes him, because, let’s be honest, David has a 2 percent chance of winning…anything.  He not only botched his first challenge(s), he already lost at least one.  [I have not seen every episode of this season; only highlights.]  There is NO WAY he is beating Tyler IF Tyler “carries him” to the final three/two.  And, sadly, unless he gets the chance to win viewers over with some charming display…which I don’t see how when the social game is reduced to the best of the best seeking some kind of redemption?…I don’t see him winning “fan favorite houseguest.”   But, if Tyler is backing David because of the raw deal David got last time, I am slightly awed by Tyler’s motivation.
  4.   Covid-19 masks and the BB Bubble?  The minute the first houseguests entered the “bubble” and then the house, they tossed those vital masks aside like garbage.   How important are the masks to anyone except maybe CBS PR execs and Julie Chen (who I imagine is a bit concerned about getting sick, though SHE does not wear a mask…hmm).  I think the Bubble is pointless.  I think the masks are misused.  And, I think Julie should wear a mask if everyone else must wear one.

I’ll leave it at that, I think.  I just had to vent, again.

BUT FIRST!…ha…a quick note of sympathy to Nicole A., who I thought had a chance…who I ALSO would have helped reach final three, last year, and probably given a better chance to win the big prize.  I think the other finalists were so moved by her fighting spirit (yet sure they could beat her in the end) that they included her in the final three.  CLEARLY an “underdog” with no sufficient “game,” but no worse off than her blonde twin who, I think, just got lucky or was handed a golden ticket, somehow.  I, honestly, do not know how she won with the standards against her and no sign of her establishing anything good except with the humble Jesus she now calls a fiancé…as she brushes off talk of wedding plans, saying something about him being in charge…SHE DOESN’T MAKE DECISIONS!!  [Ehem.  Sorry, Nicole A.  I was rooting for ya.  But, you, like me, need a good friend in your corner.  Sadly, you didn’t have enough to compete with the “rule of dumb.”  Despite moments when you…well, got a lil whiney and may have talked a bit too much…I think we would have been good pals.  And, being my pal would push me to fight/compete for you; you’d get my respect to beat me in the finals, not get brushed aside when dollar signs flashed in my face.  As Paul seemed to pass off as truth, friendship means more to me than the prize money.  The odds are against you in such a gamble.  But, lasting friendship is sweeter than cold cash with strings.]

So, to wrap it all up…

I am rooting for Christmas to win the big prize, but my bets are too often lost; so the odds are against her, most likely.  [I normally find myself drawn to the pretty faces, like a damn fool, and see them fall, one by one, to the alpha males…unless they happen to be in a stupid alliance and “float” to jury status (or establish that infamous “showmance”…WHICH WILL NOT HAPPEN IN THIS CASE!…unless “happy marriages” be damned to fail…and, gee, that’s not happening….right).

Tyler stands the best chance of winning, or, at least, being up against Ian in the finals…unless someone gets smart (ha) and bumps Tyler out AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.  Tyler’s the lucky monkey paw that can’t seem to lose when it counts.  [He only loses when the jury turns against him…and how does THAT happen?  Like it did to Paul, Mr. Friendship who went from nagging wimp to strategic competitor.]  Ian is the biggest brain in the house, and I feel like he’s Marty McFly in disguise, just waiting to take off in a flying time-traveling car with his girlfriend, who might be the daughter of his mother who might have slept with him in another place and time.

Also, in current viewing events, Kaysar went from being a guy that gave me an unsettling feeling when he first appeared/played to the guy with the best charisma in this All-Star season.  His comment(s) to Janelle when she was evicted, his determination to make the alliance pay…that was inspiring.  He says he wanted to be an inspiration and that the money wasn’t as important.  Well…that’s nice.  And, I think Julie has a lil crush on him.  And, he has a tiny crush on her (as do I).  But, he blew himself out of the house with a very desperate but foolish last move.  And then he freaked out when he thought Julie said he was voted back into the house.  So, you did NOT want another chance to talk with any of those people you wanted to inspire or win the money?  You had enough time in the house to do all that you came to do?  [I don’t think so, Kaysar.]  Had I met him in the house this year, I would have made myself an honest partner in a two-man alliance, maybe let Christmas and David into that pack…but, each of them has their hang-ups.  Yet, Christmas has had the best luck, so far!  There is something wacky going on with her.

And, despite how his restless syndrome drives me completely batty, Ian has the funniest clip of the season, thus far, when he’s resting with Christmas on the hammock.  She says she is cooking (from the intense sunshine she is allowing to pour upon her when she could have sat any number of places in that field/backyard)…and Ian replies, “What are you making?”  He was trying to play stupid, he says.  But, it just struck my funny bone.

If you are a fellow nut for watching, who do you foresee winning this silly “anniversary” competition?

07
Sep
16

My *Questionable* Pleasure (TV Show)

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Occasionally, I hear people on TV talk about their “guilty pleasures.”  I don’t like the word “guilty.”  Nor do I know what sort of guilt I should feel for watching a particular “reality TV” show which is both creative and humiliating, innovative and exploitative…  It’s a dirty trick on the mind.  It teases you with colorful images and fun games while abusing the participants who we are drugged to believe are willing players in a simple game.  [But, it’s not a simple game.  We are just duped like an audience at a Roman coliseum to root for either the lions or the gladiators.]

I am talking about CBS’ Big Brother.  I watch the show for a few reasons.  I tell myself it’s because I enjoy some of the competitions they invent, including the props.  I like looking at the interior decorating.  It definitely is a fun house design.  And then, there is the “beauty contest.”

Just about every year since its conception, I get roped into watching most of it.  Every time, I go through the same motions.  There is usually one pretty face I favor and root for throughout (unless she turns out to be a psycho bitch).  And, there are way too many annoying examples of southern-state, post-college-age delinquents who whine and whisper excessively in a desperate plotting way that just grinds the gears.  [I could easily skip over ninety percent of each show just to get to the good stuff which mainly consists of what are called “competitions” or “comps.”]

Last year, my heart went out to this crazy blonde gal.

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There were two other contenders who lacked height but had their “perks.”  Shelli was the perfect blend of beauty and brains and had a good chance of winning.  Jackie…was just Jackie; plenty of assets, but my gut told me (as it usually does) not to fall too quickly for someone so “flashy.”

And, that verges into what I consider the shallow, exploitative side of the show which surely dives into some contractual pool any sane soul would not likely want to share with the media sharks.  [But, we the viewers don’t really see any of that; do we?  We just get the scandalous pictures.]

Anyway…

This year, these two exceptionally GORGEOUS young women stopped my heart.  Both suffered the same fate and are very close in age.  Both didn’t display exceptional brains or strength but sure have plenty of beauty.

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A “traveling nurse.”  [Someone explain that job to me, please.]  Her radiant smile and lively hair just wash away any doubts you may have about her.

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A “preschool teacher.”  Her eyes and lips are both comforting pillows and boxing gloves.  Her long, luxurious hair (hopefully all-natural) is the towel that fans you after losing a fight.

Both masters of expression appear like graceful pixies from some enchanted garden who dance over flowerbeds.  Neither is the easiest to catch, but their sweet voices call to you like the ocean.

My heart aches from confusion.  Part of me wants to jump through the TV screen and save the beaut–join the game.  Every year, I leave (watching) the show disappointed.  I should hate such exploitation.  An activist mind like Bridgette’s (a “feminist”) should probably not find interest in the whole mess, either.  But, she auditioned for it.  And, I am utterly smitten with her.  [I was smitten with Julie Chen, the US host, from year one!]

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All I can do is let it wash out of my system like the tide taking part of the beach away every summer.

 

And, in case you are thinking I should get or have permission to use these images, I’ll just let Bridgette explain.

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“Go ahead,” says Bridgette.

[She is just absolutely lovable.]

Well, there you have it.

 

04
Sep
13

Have You Ever Been Deflated By the “Success” of Others?

That about sums it up.

Have you ever felt absolutely deprived of breath and any trace of feeling good by reading of or witnessing someone who has quite simply and amazingly done things YOU wanted without missing a step while you struggle to motivate yourself in the positive way or ways many of these people profess like steam engines that can never say NO or I CAN’T?  Have you ever come across someone so “chipper” and full of life with their future planned out in a perfectly neat little outline?  And, do you then look at your own idea/s of the future like a soggy mess of wet magazine clippings?  Have you ever seen someone basking in the sun with the wind in their hair like a goddess while you stood beneath a dark cloud waiting for it to rain upon you?

That is how I am often and presently feeling.  And, while I’d like to point fingers or sulk, I can’t help feeling like I am doing it to myself.  I am popping my own balloons.  And, I don’t know why I won’t or can’t stop.  Nor can I fathom how to get on that horse, race into traffic and carry on like these free-flying dynamos I encounter more often online than in person.

And, frankly, I am sick of this.  I am sick of myself.  I am tired of everything being overwhelming and making me uncomfortable.  And, the more time passes, the less “acceptable” I feel in this world.   And, I am tired of timidly reaching out only to feel stepped on when someone doesn’t “get me”.  I am tired of working with people younger and older than me with whom I fail to relate as much as those my own age.  I am tired of being viewed as a kid who never will grow up or be taken seriously.  I am tired of worrying I am not adequate for someone I find appealing.   I am tired of worrying about what baggage they may have simply from living a life I have not.

And, I am sick of others turning away for whatever reason.  I feel like a disease.  Yet, I get a number of people who come along and tell me what they all think I could and should be doing.   And, I don’t know how to process it effectively.  I don’t take what I hear and run with it.  I tend to dismiss or put it on a pile.  Yea, maybe someday.

I feel like I missed so many classes and experiences simply because I was afraid to budge.  And, I can’t see any group where I fit.  I don’t have a circle.  And, I know myself well enough to know I’d probably push back out of the circle if I felt I had been roped into one somehow.  I want in…but I don’t want in.  I want to be accepted, liked and loved…but I have a hard time making others feel that way or finding those who are genuinely in the right place and time to appreciate it.  I feel like an underclassman trying to be with one of his teachers.

What is it going to take for me to sort myself out?  What is it going to take for me to “get with the program”?  Am I ever going to break out of my single status mold and find the love I…at least, I THINK I…am seeking?  I just don’t know.  And, time keeps slipping away from me while so many just plow on through traffic like a routine or set of instructions I couldn’t read.  Everyone else sings the chain-gang song while I say NO and try to do things differently.  But, why?  What do I accomplish by NOT being part of the crowd?

 

Sorry, but you can’t just LIKE this or tie a string to it and forget about it while everyone else you might know glances at it, too.  This is my rant.  And, here, you are free/welcome to express your thoughts of it before I retract it.  I just needed to blow off some steam and perhaps be heard by the right “ear” out there.




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