LP EDITION: July 31, 2008
It is the second year that we are all here without some of our beloved skaters. Tanith and Ben, Meryl and Charlie, and Emily and Evan (to name a few) are not competing. So even if we catch sight of a blond head at the end of the hallway, it will not be them.
This void is felt by all.
It is filled in various ways. Some may turn to YouTube videos. Others might sit and reminisce at the Lake Placid Pub and Brewery about free dances of Julys Past. Lake Placid, after all, is the venue where all teams bring their selection for the coming year and we, as total addicts of the sport, become acquainted with the musical offerings and planned elements. Without it, we are left feeling a bit out of the loop.
Some of the young ladies in our sport have filled in part of the gap by discovering “new” hotties. Depending on the age group, Canada’s Paul Poirier and Guillaume Gfeller are at the top of that page. In fact, some have suggested in an act of good will between nations, there should be some introductions made. My own daughter, loyal to the end, even commented as Mr. Gfeller walked up the steps of the 1980 rink wearing a white shirt over exploding muscles, “Now that should just be illegal.”
And speaking of muscles, I am told Lynn Kriengkrairut has been voted “Best Abs in Lake Placid” which can be verified by watching Senior OD tomorrow.
Having trained muscles is certainly now mandatory with the new requirements for getting higher levels--the new entrances and exits involved with creating innovative lifts predicts that soon we will all need to add some gymnastic training or perhaps add an on-staff contortionist to our rink faculty. I saw several programs today that looked as if the girls did tumbling passes on and across their partner's backs.
After 12 hours, more or less, in the rink, I went out into the crispness of the mountain air and was happy to discover that my hearing may not have been permanently damaged by the sound system in the arena. For some reason the control panel operators have not realized that since they wear headphones the volume does not need to rise about 800 decibels. I almost gave a standing ovation when a team, whose French lyrics seemingly broke the sound barrier in the 1980 rink, took their final pose and the music ended.
To help get through all of the above, and much I haven’t mentioned, I have discovered it is always good to sit near or beside the Fishpaws, as they pack cups and wine to be tasted throughout the afternoon.
I didn’t ask if it was from a local winery or imported from their native North Dakota.
Mombo
This void is felt by all.
It is filled in various ways. Some may turn to YouTube videos. Others might sit and reminisce at the Lake Placid Pub and Brewery about free dances of Julys Past. Lake Placid, after all, is the venue where all teams bring their selection for the coming year and we, as total addicts of the sport, become acquainted with the musical offerings and planned elements. Without it, we are left feeling a bit out of the loop.
Some of the young ladies in our sport have filled in part of the gap by discovering “new” hotties. Depending on the age group, Canada’s Paul Poirier and Guillaume Gfeller are at the top of that page. In fact, some have suggested in an act of good will between nations, there should be some introductions made. My own daughter, loyal to the end, even commented as Mr. Gfeller walked up the steps of the 1980 rink wearing a white shirt over exploding muscles, “Now that should just be illegal.”
And speaking of muscles, I am told Lynn Kriengkrairut has been voted “Best Abs in Lake Placid” which can be verified by watching Senior OD tomorrow.
Having trained muscles is certainly now mandatory with the new requirements for getting higher levels--the new entrances and exits involved with creating innovative lifts predicts that soon we will all need to add some gymnastic training or perhaps add an on-staff contortionist to our rink faculty. I saw several programs today that looked as if the girls did tumbling passes on and across their partner's backs.
After 12 hours, more or less, in the rink, I went out into the crispness of the mountain air and was happy to discover that my hearing may not have been permanently damaged by the sound system in the arena. For some reason the control panel operators have not realized that since they wear headphones the volume does not need to rise about 800 decibels. I almost gave a standing ovation when a team, whose French lyrics seemingly broke the sound barrier in the 1980 rink, took their final pose and the music ended.
To help get through all of the above, and much I haven’t mentioned, I have discovered it is always good to sit near or beside the Fishpaws, as they pack cups and wine to be tasted throughout the afternoon.
I didn’t ask if it was from a local winery or imported from their native North Dakota.
Mombo
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