Hey Limeys...

[Marky Dread]

I was with him when he left them, fair enough I thought. But what a whiny little pissbaby to have had some marketing prick convince him to "tell his story" of woe as he weeps into his billions of pounds. I'm sorry he lost his mother at a young age and that the racism inherent at the heart of the system that propped up his ancestors burnt the love of his life, but every other thing about the guy can fuck off into the sun.

Boom! nailed it mate.

[Dr. Medulla]

I was with him when he left them, fair enough I thought. But what a whiny little pissbaby to have had some marketing prick convince him to "tell his story" of woe as he weeps into his billions of pounds. I'm sorry he lost his mother at a young age and that the racism inherent at the heart of the system that propped up his ancestors burnt the love of his life, but every other thing about the guy can fuck off into the sun.

Agreed completely. But if he can further discredit the monarchy—intentionally or not—I'm good with him yakking away in public. He can be the last one to walk the plank as his reward.

[revbob]

I was with him when he left them, fair enough I thought. But what a whiny little pissbaby to have had some marketing prick convince him to "tell his story" of woe as he weeps into his billions of pounds. I'm sorry he lost his mother at a young age and that the racism inherent at the heart of the system that propped up his ancestors burnt the love of his life, but every other thing about the guy can fuck off into the sun.

Agreed completely. But if he can further discredit the monarchy—intentionally or not—I'm good with him yakking away in public. He can be the last one to walk the plank as his reward.

Yeah I can get behind all this.

[Low Down Low]

Just watching Andy Murray in the Australian Open, the guy's got a metal hip, he's nearly 36 years of age, it's nearly 4am in Melbourne and he's been on court slugging it out for nearly 6 hours. I'm exhausted just watching him, incredible stuff.

[Dr. Medulla]

Just watching Andy Murray in the Australian Open, the guy's got a metal hip, he's nearly 36 years of age, it's nearly 4am in Melbourne and he's been on court slugging it out for nearly 6 hours. I'm exhausted just watching him, incredible stuff.

I'm convinced that one of the things that made baseball so popular in its heyday was that so many of the players flat-out looked like average chumps, and that made it easier to identify and fully buy into the fantasy that these people weren't that different. I can marvel at these athletes' skill but there's something lost when I know, without a doubt, that they are closer to divine beings than me in terms of their abilities. Being so much better does lose something as a fan.

[Low Down Low]

Just watching Andy Murray in the Australian Open, the guy's got a metal hip, he's nearly 36 years of age, it's nearly 4am in Melbourne and he's been on court slugging it out for nearly 6 hours. I'm exhausted just watching him, incredible stuff.

I'm convinced that one of the things that made baseball so popular in its heyday was that so many of the players flat-out looked like average chumps, and that made it easier to identify and fully buy into the fantasy that these people weren't that different. I can marvel at these athletes' skill but there's something lost when I know, without a doubt, that they are closer to divine beings than me in terms of their abilities. Being so much better does lose something as a fan.

Interesting and very valid observation, i think. I was reading a book by the sportswriter Paul Gallico recently and there's an essay in it, homage really, to Babe Ruth based largely around an outing to Coney Island in which the long retired Babe shoots the breeze with locals and punters and just enlivens and charms the whole proceedings with his convivial nature. That sense of relatability was vital, i think. Murray is assuredly a product of his age and environment, but also a throwback in some ways. Can't help really liking and admiring the guy.

[Dr. Medulla]

Just watching Andy Murray in the Australian Open, the guy's got a metal hip, he's nearly 36 years of age, it's nearly 4am in Melbourne and he's been on court slugging it out for nearly 6 hours. I'm exhausted just watching him, incredible stuff.

I'm convinced that one of the things that made baseball so popular in its heyday was that so many of the players flat-out looked like average chumps, and that made it easier to identify and fully buy into the fantasy that these people weren't that different. I can marvel at these athletes' skill but there's something lost when I know, without a doubt, that they are closer to divine beings than me in terms of their abilities. Being so much better does lose something as a fan.

Interesting and very valid observation, i think. I was reading a book by the sportswriter Paul Gallico recently and there's an essay in it, homage really, to Babe Ruth based largely around an outing to Coney Island in which the long retired Babe shoots the breeze with locals and punters and just enlivens and charms the whole proceedings with his convivial nature. That sense of relatability was vital, i think. Murray is assuredly a product of his age and environment, but also a throwback in some ways. Can't help really liking and admiring the guy.

Back when the Dodgers were still in Brooklyn, one of the things that bonded fans with players is that they'd meet each other riding the train to the game. The gap in income wasn't as great, so players weren't that far removed in terms of where they lived or how they got to the game. So, again, there's that romance and fantasy that we're not all that different. So even today, whenever some fat slugger makes it the majors or some runt, fans love rooting for them.

[Low Down Low]

Just watching Andy Murray in the Australian Open, the guy's got a metal hip, he's nearly 36 years of age, it's nearly 4am in Melbourne and he's been on court slugging it out for nearly 6 hours. I'm exhausted just watching him, incredible stuff.

I'm convinced that one of the things that made baseball so popular in its heyday was that so many of the players flat-out looked like average chumps, and that made it easier to identify and fully buy into the fantasy that these people weren't that different. I can marvel at these athletes' skill but there's something lost when I know, without a doubt, that they are closer to divine beings than me in terms of their abilities. Being so much better does lose something as a fan.

Interesting and very valid observation, i think. I was reading a book by the sportswriter Paul Gallico recently and there's an essay in it, homage really, to Babe Ruth based largely around an outing to Coney Island in which the long retired Babe shoots the breeze with locals and punters and just enlivens and charms the whole proceedings with his convivial nature. That sense of relatability was vital, i think. Murray is assuredly a product of his age and environment, but also a throwback in some ways. Can't help really liking and admiring the guy.

Back when the Dodgers were still in Brooklyn, one of the things that bonded fans with players is that they'd meet each other riding the train to the game. The gap in income wasn't as great, so players weren't that far removed in terms of where they lived or how they got to the game. So, again, there's that romance and fantasy that we're not all that different. So even today, whenever some fat slugger makes it the majors or some runt, fans love rooting for them.

One of my favourite sports stories is of the time Ireland played a world championships qualifier in Dublin and because they had to be back in England to play a match for their clubs the very next day, two of the players just left the pitch immediately and headed off into the throng down the road in a hurry to get to their hotel, still in their dirty jerseys and one of them clutching the match ball on account of the fact he'd scored three goals. Inevitably, some punters engage with them and hearing of their plight, begin to flag down passing cars and arrangements are made to whisk the boys to their hotel and thence to the airport. I have met one or two who played international football around that time, actually worked with one for a time, and while they didn't win all that many matches, they dearly loved every second they were there. That's not a feeling i get with a lot of the guys nowadays, i have to say.

[Dr. Medulla]

One of my favourite sports stories is of the time Ireland played a world championships qualifier in Dublin and because they had to be back in England to play a match for their clubs the very next day, two of the players just left the pitch immediately and headed off into the throng down the road in a hurry to get to their hotel, still in their dirty jerseys and one of them clutching the match ball on account of the fact he'd scored three goals. Inevitably, some punters engage with them and hearing of their plight, begin to flag down passing cars and arrangements are made to whisk the boys to their hotel and thence to the airport. I have met one or two who played international football around that time, actually worked with one for a time, and while they didn't win all that many matches, they dearly loved every second they were there. That's not a feeling i get with a lot of the guys nowadays, i have to say.

Money fucks it all up. Which isn't to say that I wish athletes received a smaller piece of the pie, but that I wish sports weren't Big Entertainment and generated so much money. Same can be said of music—shrinking the gap between performer and audience generates more meaningful interaction.

[Low Down Low]

One of my favourite sports stories is of the time Ireland played a world championships qualifier in Dublin and because they had to be back in England to play a match for their clubs the very next day, two of the players just left the pitch immediately and headed off into the throng down the road in a hurry to get to their hotel, still in their dirty jerseys and one of them clutching the match ball on account of the fact he'd scored three goals. Inevitably, some punters engage with them and hearing of their plight, begin to flag down passing cars and arrangements are made to whisk the boys to their hotel and thence to the airport. I have met one or two who played international football around that time, actually worked with one for a time, and while they didn't win all that many matches, they dearly loved every second they were there. That's not a feeling i get with a lot of the guys nowadays, i have to say.

Money fucks it all up. Which isn't to say that I wish athletes received a smaller piece of the pie, but that I wish sports weren't Big Entertainment and generated so much money. Same can be said of music—shrinking the gap between performer and audience generates more meaningful interaction.

There's a grim irony in the fact that those former players were for the most part treated abominably by their clubs and representatives yet seemed happy and privileged to simply lead the lives they did while later generations saw the fortune pendulum swing their way and yet seem so cavalier and churlish about it. I don't want to dunk on today's players and athletes, it's the system that fucks it all up. As you say, money is at the heart of it. Capitalism fucks everything so naturally it's going to get sport in its greedy maw along with most everything else.

[Dr. Medulla]

One of my favourite sports stories is of the time Ireland played a world championships qualifier in Dublin and because they had to be back in England to play a match for their clubs the very next day, two of the players just left the pitch immediately and headed off into the throng down the road in a hurry to get to their hotel, still in their dirty jerseys and one of them clutching the match ball on account of the fact he'd scored three goals. Inevitably, some punters engage with them and hearing of their plight, begin to flag down passing cars and arrangements are made to whisk the boys to their hotel and thence to the airport. I have met one or two who played international football around that time, actually worked with one for a time, and while they didn't win all that many matches, they dearly loved every second they were there. That's not a feeling i get with a lot of the guys nowadays, i have to say.

Money fucks it all up. Which isn't to say that I wish athletes received a smaller piece of the pie, but that I wish sports weren't Big Entertainment and generated so much money. Same can be said of music—shrinking the gap between performer and audience generates more meaningful interaction.

There's a grim irony in the fact that those former players were for the most part treated abominably by their clubs and representatives yet seemed happy and privileged to simply lead the lives they did while later generations saw the fortune pendulum swing their way and yet seem so cavalier and churlish about it. I don't want to dunk on today's players and athletes, it's the system that fucks it all up. As you say, money is at the heart of it. Capitalism fucks everything so naturally it's going to get sport in its greedy maw along with most everything else.

Yup, agreed completely. The old labour system chewed athletes up and spit them out, but the current one creates a lesser experience (imo).

[Dr. Medulla]

https://www.theguardian.com/science/202 ... placenames

[revbob]

https://www.tiktok.com/@kylegordonisgreat

[Marky Dread]

https://www.theguardian.com/science/202 ... placenames

And when you've finished having a poke around in Twatt... go here.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Climax,_Saskatchewan

[Dr. Medulla]

https://www.theguardian.com/science/202 ... placenames

And when you've finished having a poke around in Twatt... go here.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Climax,_Saskatchewan

There's also a Smuts in Saskatchewan. The porn selection there is nothing notable, tho.