The Melbourne Cup.
Wow.
So Efficient won the day, at odds of $22.70. Went on the outside and blitzed home from the middle of the pack to win by about a head. Incredible, even the jockey was in disbelief. "I just won the Melbourne Cup. It's just... ... ... I just won the Melbourne Cup." That would be a paraphrase of his first words when interviewed while riding down from the finish.
What makes this win even more stunning is that Efficient won the Victoria Derby last year. The last time a horse won the Derby and the Cup in consecutive years like this was in 1930. By Phar Lap.
And like Phar Lap, Efficient is a New Zealand born horse, owned and trained in Australia.
Great stuff.
Sadly though, the day was marred by 3 early scratchings and then 2 injured jockeys after a fall.
What was amusing however is the tie-in with the federal election campaign. Prime Minister John Howard is trailing by 6 points in the poll and mentioned that he was backing Mahler, who ended up in third. The leader of the Opposition, Kevin Rudd has been very strong in the polls and looks set to win the election on Nov 24. His pick for the race? Efficient.
Granted though, Efficient was not on strong odds to win, while Rudd is. But that just makes the victory that much sweeter doesn't it?
In other news, the Baseball World Cup starts tomorrow, hosted by Chinese Taipei. Best odds would be on Cuba to win this. Afterall, they have 25 gold medals to their name. Next closest is Venezuela with a meager 3. Poor Australia then, to have both in the pool. Oh well, here's looking towards a good tournament.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
A day at the races
Well today is Tuesday. Locally anyway. Infact, it's the first Tuesday of November, which also makes today Melbourne Cup day.
For those not knowing what the Melbourne Cup is, consider it along the lines of the Kentucky Derby. It's a very long running event, going back to 1861 (thank you wiki!) for horses over 3 years old. Originally a 2 mile run, it's been reduced by 61 odd feet to be 3,200 metres.
How big is this event? It's a public holiday in Melbourne and the ACT (Capital state for Australia), and nationwide schools and employers will have televisions set up so people can watch the race in class or at work. Even across the Ditch in New Zealand this is a fairly common practice.
But it's not just about the racing, oh no. Each year there is a rather large fashion contest, so expect lots of hats and dresses for the ladies, and a number of fetching tuxedos for the gents.
Alas though that this year has been marred. Earlier this year there was an equine flu outbreak in the country, meaning a large number of stables had to be closed, so participation is far lower than it would usually be. International horses are also fewer as a result. Transportation of horses in Australia is now heavily limited. While the Cup was always said to be going ahead regardless, it was certainly threatened by the outbreak.
Now, I'm fairly sure most people coming across this blog will have heard of Seabiscuit, if not from legend, then from the movie. What I'm less sure of is people knowing of Phar Lap. This horse is on that same kind of legendary pedestal with Seabiscuit. There's not a person in either country who doesn't know that name. He was so highly prized that his skeleton, heart and hide were preserved. The skeleton now resides in the Te Papa museum in Wellington, the hide in the Melbourne Museum, and the heart is in the National Museum of Australia in Canberra. I've been fortunate enough to have visited both Te Papa and the Melbourne Museum and seen the respective displays.
Phar Lap is still considered the most successful horse at the Melbourne Cup, despite the fact that a number of other horses have won more races, or run it faster. The legend of Phar Lap has helped push the regard of the Melbourne Cup even higher, but it's still a huge event on it's own ground.
When I lived in Fiji (1993-1995), I attended a horse race once. Well, long story short, my pick sucked. That trend has continued for every race I've seen. So anyone wanting to know my advice for a pick would do well to choose some other horse than mine. I no longer even bother as I'm so hopeless at it.
That said, it's to the races! Tally Ho!
For those not knowing what the Melbourne Cup is, consider it along the lines of the Kentucky Derby. It's a very long running event, going back to 1861 (thank you wiki!) for horses over 3 years old. Originally a 2 mile run, it's been reduced by 61 odd feet to be 3,200 metres.
How big is this event? It's a public holiday in Melbourne and the ACT (Capital state for Australia), and nationwide schools and employers will have televisions set up so people can watch the race in class or at work. Even across the Ditch in New Zealand this is a fairly common practice.
But it's not just about the racing, oh no. Each year there is a rather large fashion contest, so expect lots of hats and dresses for the ladies, and a number of fetching tuxedos for the gents.
Alas though that this year has been marred. Earlier this year there was an equine flu outbreak in the country, meaning a large number of stables had to be closed, so participation is far lower than it would usually be. International horses are also fewer as a result. Transportation of horses in Australia is now heavily limited. While the Cup was always said to be going ahead regardless, it was certainly threatened by the outbreak.
Now, I'm fairly sure most people coming across this blog will have heard of Seabiscuit, if not from legend, then from the movie. What I'm less sure of is people knowing of Phar Lap. This horse is on that same kind of legendary pedestal with Seabiscuit. There's not a person in either country who doesn't know that name. He was so highly prized that his skeleton, heart and hide were preserved. The skeleton now resides in the Te Papa museum in Wellington, the hide in the Melbourne Museum, and the heart is in the National Museum of Australia in Canberra. I've been fortunate enough to have visited both Te Papa and the Melbourne Museum and seen the respective displays.
Phar Lap is still considered the most successful horse at the Melbourne Cup, despite the fact that a number of other horses have won more races, or run it faster. The legend of Phar Lap has helped push the regard of the Melbourne Cup even higher, but it's still a huge event on it's own ground.
When I lived in Fiji (1993-1995), I attended a horse race once. Well, long story short, my pick sucked. That trend has continued for every race I've seen. So anyone wanting to know my advice for a pick would do well to choose some other horse than mine. I no longer even bother as I'm so hopeless at it.
That said, it's to the races! Tally Ho!
Friday, November 2, 2007
Oh no you didn't!
I've just found myself wondering about the attitudes of high profile sportspeople and teams. Or rather, the bad attitudes displayed by what seems to be quite a number of them.
Recently you've had Alex Rodriquez and his opting out announcement DURING Game 4 of the World Series. That was such bad form that even the MLB COO has derided it. Following this there's also his (sketchy) reasons for the opting out. In short the whole issue smacks of a massive ego. He may be a talented player, but is anyone really allowed to act like this?
A couple of week ago or so, an Australian cricketer was the subject of racial abuse from Indian fans. Andrew Symonds is a class player whose heritage comes from the West Indies, while playing in India recently fans there made gorilla imitations, verbally abused him, and generally made the tour to carry a very negative tone. This lead one Australian reporter to reflect back on what Australian players and fans are known to do towards opposing teams. He asked himself whether "we are as bad as them?" The answer implicated in his article was Yes.
Sledging is a well established tradition in cricket, a large part of the time it's fairly innocent and humourous, intended to just break the victim's concentration in the game. But there are times when it gets ugly. A few years back, New Zealander Chris Cairns lost his sister in an accident with a train. Shortly after, it's said that Australia made a chant of "choo choo choo" to accompany one of their fast bowlers during his run up towards Cairns. It's been denied by the Australian players, yet it's a prime example of just how nasty sportsmen can get.
During the 2003 Rugby World Cup, New Zealand and Australia faced off in the semi-finals. As the final minutes ticked down, Australia was ahead by a good margin. George Gregan, the captain for the Aussies stood over a ruck and shouted "Four more years, boys. Four more years", referring to the fact that NZ would need to wait a further 4 years to try and win the Cup (NZ has only won the first Cup in 1987). It makes me wonder what calling that would have accomplished. New Zealand were in a position they were unable to win from, there is no reason Gregan had to say that except for humiliation. Classy. Mind you, Gregan was well known for being a bit lippy on the field, and that just exemplifies it.
Yes, I am aware of the bias against the Australians here, but I am a kiwi after all, I know these examples best.
But the question remains, why do players and teams feel the need to fuel bad feelings by showing bad attitudes towards others?
Barry Bonds and now A-Rod are not exactly highly regarded for their motives, but rather due to their abilities. The Australian cricket team is the best in the world, yet they are known to play rather ugly at times. George Gregan was an excellent player, if in need of a smack at times (no, I don't like him much).
Of course, it's a far cry of saying every sportsperson is like this. Mariano Rivera is quite possibly one of the nicest baseball players I've heard of, yet his respective abilities are certainly on par with those of Bonds and A-Rod. I mentioned that Andrew Symonds is a class player earlier, and he is. The guy took the high road out of the racism controversy by just not putting any focus on it, he simply doesn't delve to those murky depths other do. Michael Jones is a former rugby player for NZ from Samoa and considered to be one of the games greats. He is a devout Christian and refused to play on Sundays out of religious observation. I don't think rugby players can come any nicer than him.
I guess the bottom line is that just because you're good doesn't give reason to be rude/arrogant/whatever. People may respect a good player, but they tend to respect someone who shows more sportsmanship far greater. Players like Mo, Symonds and Jones will be respected for both ability and sportsmanship long after they're retired.
Recently you've had Alex Rodriquez and his opting out announcement DURING Game 4 of the World Series. That was such bad form that even the MLB COO has derided it. Following this there's also his (sketchy) reasons for the opting out. In short the whole issue smacks of a massive ego. He may be a talented player, but is anyone really allowed to act like this?
A couple of week ago or so, an Australian cricketer was the subject of racial abuse from Indian fans. Andrew Symonds is a class player whose heritage comes from the West Indies, while playing in India recently fans there made gorilla imitations, verbally abused him, and generally made the tour to carry a very negative tone. This lead one Australian reporter to reflect back on what Australian players and fans are known to do towards opposing teams. He asked himself whether "we are as bad as them?" The answer implicated in his article was Yes.
Sledging is a well established tradition in cricket, a large part of the time it's fairly innocent and humourous, intended to just break the victim's concentration in the game. But there are times when it gets ugly. A few years back, New Zealander Chris Cairns lost his sister in an accident with a train. Shortly after, it's said that Australia made a chant of "choo choo choo" to accompany one of their fast bowlers during his run up towards Cairns. It's been denied by the Australian players, yet it's a prime example of just how nasty sportsmen can get.
During the 2003 Rugby World Cup, New Zealand and Australia faced off in the semi-finals. As the final minutes ticked down, Australia was ahead by a good margin. George Gregan, the captain for the Aussies stood over a ruck and shouted "Four more years, boys. Four more years", referring to the fact that NZ would need to wait a further 4 years to try and win the Cup (NZ has only won the first Cup in 1987). It makes me wonder what calling that would have accomplished. New Zealand were in a position they were unable to win from, there is no reason Gregan had to say that except for humiliation. Classy. Mind you, Gregan was well known for being a bit lippy on the field, and that just exemplifies it.
Yes, I am aware of the bias against the Australians here, but I am a kiwi after all, I know these examples best.
But the question remains, why do players and teams feel the need to fuel bad feelings by showing bad attitudes towards others?
Barry Bonds and now A-Rod are not exactly highly regarded for their motives, but rather due to their abilities. The Australian cricket team is the best in the world, yet they are known to play rather ugly at times. George Gregan was an excellent player, if in need of a smack at times (no, I don't like him much).
Of course, it's a far cry of saying every sportsperson is like this. Mariano Rivera is quite possibly one of the nicest baseball players I've heard of, yet his respective abilities are certainly on par with those of Bonds and A-Rod. I mentioned that Andrew Symonds is a class player earlier, and he is. The guy took the high road out of the racism controversy by just not putting any focus on it, he simply doesn't delve to those murky depths other do. Michael Jones is a former rugby player for NZ from Samoa and considered to be one of the games greats. He is a devout Christian and refused to play on Sundays out of religious observation. I don't think rugby players can come any nicer than him.
I guess the bottom line is that just because you're good doesn't give reason to be rude/arrogant/whatever. People may respect a good player, but they tend to respect someone who shows more sportsmanship far greater. Players like Mo, Symonds and Jones will be respected for both ability and sportsmanship long after they're retired.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
A game where no-one wins
Near the end of 2001 there were some most terrible tragedies which are still mourned 6 years on.
For many, these events would be those which happened on September 11. I can still remember how that day went for me. The astonishing loss of life in such a horrible way sends shivers down my back, yet I was in New Zealand at the time. The distance involved meant that it's had very little impact on me personally. It's hard to explain how I feel about it really, I do grieve for those who were impacted by it, it's a terrible loss. It's a loss to humanity in the most global sense. But it's not a personal loss to me, I'm distanced from it.
So why bring this up? Because there was an event in late 2001 which impacted me so strongly, I'd claim it's close to how one would feel about 9/11, only that is a vast overstatement. It's not.
I doubt many people would know what befell on December 6, 2001. I can't blame them, the world was still reeling from the terrorist attacks in the US. Yet on that day, Sir Peter Blake was killed in the Amazon.
Sir Peter was the man who lead New Zealand to win the America's Cup in 1995, and then followed it up in 2000 when it was first successfully defended by a non-US team. Given that the first race for this cup was in 1851, that's no small detail. Australia had been the only non US team to win it in 1983, which they then lost in 1987 during an unsuccessful defense.
So not only had Peter Blake lead New Zealand to the history books, but he was also quite an accomplished sailor in his own right, having won the Whitford Round The World race, and also the Jules Verne trophy by circumnavigating the world in the fastest ever time.
After the 2000 defense of the America's Cup, he resigned from the team and set out on a cause. He founded Blake Expeditions and sailed to Antarctica, taking environmental notes which could be used to help understand the impact of global warming, and to give a better insight into this mostly unknown continent.
Following that, he went to the Amazon Basin, doing likewise as he had in Antarctica. Once completed, they headed back to civilization and had to wait for customs clearance. While waiting, the ship was boarded by local pirates, Sir Peter rushed out of his cabin with a firearm, and was shot. He died instantly. The pirates made their escape, taking booty comprising of a few watches and an outboard motor. They were later arrested and sentenced to an average of 32 years in prison.
People who knew Peter Blake, whether personally, or through media, were shocked at his sudden death. This was a betrayal of humanity. For such a small booty, these pirates cost the world a great, caring and loving man. It is a loss to the world.
It's not the same scale as 9/11, nor does it have quite the same impact, yet both were betrayals of humanity, to the loss of humanity.
I feel this would probably do better being left until the 6th anniversary of his death, but after the first post, I've been unable to shake his memory from my thoughts. It had to be said.
To Sir Peter Blake, and all the victims of September 11:
For many, these events would be those which happened on September 11. I can still remember how that day went for me. The astonishing loss of life in such a horrible way sends shivers down my back, yet I was in New Zealand at the time. The distance involved meant that it's had very little impact on me personally. It's hard to explain how I feel about it really, I do grieve for those who were impacted by it, it's a terrible loss. It's a loss to humanity in the most global sense. But it's not a personal loss to me, I'm distanced from it.
So why bring this up? Because there was an event in late 2001 which impacted me so strongly, I'd claim it's close to how one would feel about 9/11, only that is a vast overstatement. It's not.
I doubt many people would know what befell on December 6, 2001. I can't blame them, the world was still reeling from the terrorist attacks in the US. Yet on that day, Sir Peter Blake was killed in the Amazon.
Sir Peter was the man who lead New Zealand to win the America's Cup in 1995, and then followed it up in 2000 when it was first successfully defended by a non-US team. Given that the first race for this cup was in 1851, that's no small detail. Australia had been the only non US team to win it in 1983, which they then lost in 1987 during an unsuccessful defense.
So not only had Peter Blake lead New Zealand to the history books, but he was also quite an accomplished sailor in his own right, having won the Whitford Round The World race, and also the Jules Verne trophy by circumnavigating the world in the fastest ever time.
After the 2000 defense of the America's Cup, he resigned from the team and set out on a cause. He founded Blake Expeditions and sailed to Antarctica, taking environmental notes which could be used to help understand the impact of global warming, and to give a better insight into this mostly unknown continent.
Following that, he went to the Amazon Basin, doing likewise as he had in Antarctica. Once completed, they headed back to civilization and had to wait for customs clearance. While waiting, the ship was boarded by local pirates, Sir Peter rushed out of his cabin with a firearm, and was shot. He died instantly. The pirates made their escape, taking booty comprising of a few watches and an outboard motor. They were later arrested and sentenced to an average of 32 years in prison.
People who knew Peter Blake, whether personally, or through media, were shocked at his sudden death. This was a betrayal of humanity. For such a small booty, these pirates cost the world a great, caring and loving man. It is a loss to the world.
It's not the same scale as 9/11, nor does it have quite the same impact, yet both were betrayals of humanity, to the loss of humanity.
I feel this would probably do better being left until the 6th anniversary of his death, but after the first post, I've been unable to shake his memory from my thoughts. It had to be said.
To Sir Peter Blake, and all the victims of September 11:
R.I.P
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Loss of virginity
Well, I did manage to get to the baseball game as I hoped, and must say I'm very pleased I did.
I've been following baseball for a short time, maybe a month or two... something like that. Of course I'm not an expert or anything, but I've found it really easy to get into. This game has just helped cement my love for it.
Granted, the game itself wasn't exactly important or anything, but it was fun to sit there and watch. The local team did well, scoring far heavier than the away team. Of course, at this level there's far too many walks given, and a few runs were scored off them. Shortly after I got to the game (I was a few minutes late), the away team hit a massive home run over the right field fence. This was soon to be countered by a stunning catch. Left field running towards center and having to jump to his left to catch the ball low, maybe a metre or less above the ground. Straight after making the catch, he threw to second base to get the runner out in a double play. The spectators (there was maybe 20 people watching max, so not calling it a crowd) went wild. Simply awesome stuff to see unfold before your eyes.
It seems there's some more home games next weekend (night game on Friday and a day game on Sunday), so thinking I might go to those if I can as well. Really enjoyable stuff.
I've been following baseball for a short time, maybe a month or two... something like that. Of course I'm not an expert or anything, but I've found it really easy to get into. This game has just helped cement my love for it.
Granted, the game itself wasn't exactly important or anything, but it was fun to sit there and watch. The local team did well, scoring far heavier than the away team. Of course, at this level there's far too many walks given, and a few runs were scored off them. Shortly after I got to the game (I was a few minutes late), the away team hit a massive home run over the right field fence. This was soon to be countered by a stunning catch. Left field running towards center and having to jump to his left to catch the ball low, maybe a metre or less above the ground. Straight after making the catch, he threw to second base to get the runner out in a double play. The spectators (there was maybe 20 people watching max, so not calling it a crowd) went wild. Simply awesome stuff to see unfold before your eyes.
It seems there's some more home games next weekend (night game on Friday and a day game on Sunday), so thinking I might go to those if I can as well. Really enjoyable stuff.
Friday, October 26, 2007
And thus it begins
So being somewhat inspired by Rebecca's blogging success, I decided just a few minutes ago to try my hand at something similar.
My intent for this blog is to chronicle my thoughts, feelings and experiences regarding sport. I don't deem myself to have held many of any in my life, so it's something rather new to me, and hopefully I'll be developing more in time. Perhaps this blog will even push me further into things than I would normally go. Time can only tell.
So I guess to really kick off I should probably provide some background to myself, but that feels kinda like ripping right off how Rebecca started. Sadly I can't think of anything better, so sorry dear, but here I go.
I'm 22 years old and living in Brisbane, Australia. But I am a kiwi (New Zealander for those unaware). Born in Wellington and after spending the first 10 years of my life darting around the South Pacific a little, my family settled into the lovely city of Tauranga where I lived quite happily until early march this year.
Being a kiwi, it's a given that I grew up around rugby. Rugby after all is New Zealand's unofficial religion. But my earliest sporting memory comes from 1995, when I was 10. Scratch that, my two earliest sporting memories are from then.
In 1995, the proud little South Pacific island nation I called (and still do) home created a bit of a stir. Not in rugby, no... sailing. Team New Zealand, lead by Peter Blake, sailed NZL32 (also known as Black Magic) to win the America's Cup 5-0 over Dennis Conner's Stars and Stripes at San Diego, California. It was only the second time in history that a non-American team had won the America's Cup, the first being in 1983 by Young Australia.
During NZ's victory, we had just moved to Tauranga and were living in a motel while we were looking for a house to rent. I remember rather clearly spending autumn walking around the nearby park, and watching the sailing when it was on. I had little knowledge of what was actually happening, but when Black Magic sailed across the line in the 5th race, the atmosphere was electric. Everywhere people were celebrating. A very fond memory of mine, for reasons which will need explaining in another entry perhaps.
Not long after this, it was the Rugby World Cup. South Africa was competing for the first ever time, and had also been given the honour of hosting the event. Now, at this time I still had little interest in sports, but who didn't know the All Blacks? Who wouldn't cheer them on? Not me at least. I didn't take much notice of the tournament, but when the final rolled around, it was New Zealand facing off against South Africa, and it was something I quite simply had to watch.
By this time we had found a house to rent and were all moved in. It was winter, and damn it was cold. The final was to take place at midnight, so rather than staying cuddled up in our warm beds, me and my sister got sleeping bags out into the living room so that dad could wake us up and we could watch without catching our death. Could I describe the game? The stand out moments, the thrills and excitement of a world cup final? No, I can't even remember the game, just the events surrounding it. As it turned out, South Africa won 15-12 in overtime by a drop goal. I can't even recall the now iconic picture of Nelson Mandela handing the cup over to Francois Pienaar, the white South African captain.
So what do I recall then? Making my way back to bed, wondering just how it was that New Zealand could lose at rugby. The idea of a kiwi loss was totally foreign and incomprehensible. It just didn't make sense. I knew next to nothing of rugby, and probably cared less. But this loss confounded me. New Zealand was meant to win, that they didn't just wasn't right.
Over the next 4 years I had few sporting experiences or memories that have stuck. But in 1999 there was both the Rugby World Cup and the America's Cup again, and it would seem that from then my interest has grown.
So that was then, what of now? I love rugby. I enjoy cricket. I follow the NHL as I can. I've recently gotten into baseball. I will watch motorsport if I feel like it, and I was on my school's rock climbing team for a couple of years.
And on Sunday I hope to attend my first game of baseball. Here's to it being a good one.
My intent for this blog is to chronicle my thoughts, feelings and experiences regarding sport. I don't deem myself to have held many of any in my life, so it's something rather new to me, and hopefully I'll be developing more in time. Perhaps this blog will even push me further into things than I would normally go. Time can only tell.
So I guess to really kick off I should probably provide some background to myself, but that feels kinda like ripping right off how Rebecca started. Sadly I can't think of anything better, so sorry dear, but here I go.
I'm 22 years old and living in Brisbane, Australia. But I am a kiwi (New Zealander for those unaware). Born in Wellington and after spending the first 10 years of my life darting around the South Pacific a little, my family settled into the lovely city of Tauranga where I lived quite happily until early march this year.
Being a kiwi, it's a given that I grew up around rugby. Rugby after all is New Zealand's unofficial religion. But my earliest sporting memory comes from 1995, when I was 10. Scratch that, my two earliest sporting memories are from then.
In 1995, the proud little South Pacific island nation I called (and still do) home created a bit of a stir. Not in rugby, no... sailing. Team New Zealand, lead by Peter Blake, sailed NZL32 (also known as Black Magic) to win the America's Cup 5-0 over Dennis Conner's Stars and Stripes at San Diego, California. It was only the second time in history that a non-American team had won the America's Cup, the first being in 1983 by Young Australia.
During NZ's victory, we had just moved to Tauranga and were living in a motel while we were looking for a house to rent. I remember rather clearly spending autumn walking around the nearby park, and watching the sailing when it was on. I had little knowledge of what was actually happening, but when Black Magic sailed across the line in the 5th race, the atmosphere was electric. Everywhere people were celebrating. A very fond memory of mine, for reasons which will need explaining in another entry perhaps.
Not long after this, it was the Rugby World Cup. South Africa was competing for the first ever time, and had also been given the honour of hosting the event. Now, at this time I still had little interest in sports, but who didn't know the All Blacks? Who wouldn't cheer them on? Not me at least. I didn't take much notice of the tournament, but when the final rolled around, it was New Zealand facing off against South Africa, and it was something I quite simply had to watch.
By this time we had found a house to rent and were all moved in. It was winter, and damn it was cold. The final was to take place at midnight, so rather than staying cuddled up in our warm beds, me and my sister got sleeping bags out into the living room so that dad could wake us up and we could watch without catching our death. Could I describe the game? The stand out moments, the thrills and excitement of a world cup final? No, I can't even remember the game, just the events surrounding it. As it turned out, South Africa won 15-12 in overtime by a drop goal. I can't even recall the now iconic picture of Nelson Mandela handing the cup over to Francois Pienaar, the white South African captain.
So what do I recall then? Making my way back to bed, wondering just how it was that New Zealand could lose at rugby. The idea of a kiwi loss was totally foreign and incomprehensible. It just didn't make sense. I knew next to nothing of rugby, and probably cared less. But this loss confounded me. New Zealand was meant to win, that they didn't just wasn't right.
Over the next 4 years I had few sporting experiences or memories that have stuck. But in 1999 there was both the Rugby World Cup and the America's Cup again, and it would seem that from then my interest has grown.
So that was then, what of now? I love rugby. I enjoy cricket. I follow the NHL as I can. I've recently gotten into baseball. I will watch motorsport if I feel like it, and I was on my school's rock climbing team for a couple of years.
And on Sunday I hope to attend my first game of baseball. Here's to it being a good one.
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