Showing posts with label Swimming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Swimming. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

The Perfect Crime



I've been swimming to tinker with my health recently, striving to make across the little lake in our area. I was finishing my one and only lap of the day when I saw the three girls on their inflatable raft.

There was a tiny one, perhaps five years old, wearing a bright pink one-piece. There was also a slightly taller girl in a blue one-piece, and a significantly taller girl in a plaid bikini. Even with lake water in my eyes, they were instantly recognizable as Little Sister, Middle Sister and Big Sister. Big Sister was shoving Middle Sister's shoulders, teasing that she'd shove her overboard. Middle Sister struggled to remain undampened, while Little Sister huddled at the back of their raft, trying to keep it stable.

This was the scene of the perfect crime.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Every Sport is Derived From Tennis


The following geneology will reveal how all sports derive from Tennis. It's commonly known in the sciences that all sports are either descended from Tennis or Ping Pong. Which of these is the prime mover of sports is a futile debate, as Ping Pong is a cuter version of Tennis, while Tennis is clearly Ping Pong while standing on the table*. For the sake of this exercise, we will assume Tennis is the prime mover, because no one calls it “Ground Ping Pong,” but many refer to Ping Pong as “Table Tennis.”


Tennis is people separated by a net, whacking a ball at each other’s sides with a racket.
-Pairs Tennis is Tennis with more people; all other multi-person variants will be excluded
-Ping Pong is Tennis where you do not stand on the court*
-Badminton is slower, wispier Tennis
-Racquetball is Tennis where both players face the same direction
-Volleyball is Tennis with no rackets
-Pole-vault is Tennis where the goal is to get over the net
-Golf is Tennis with no opposition whatsoever and several clubs to defend yourself
-Fetch is one-way Tennis where the dog is your teammate
  • Skeet-shooting is Fetch where the gun is your teammate
    • -Bowling is Skeet-shooting with many targets and no ambition
                 
      -Chess is bowling where the pins are skilled and fight back
        • Checkers is Chess with no ambition again
  • Baseball is one-way Tennis where the court is square and there too many people for so little to be happening
    • -Cricket is more Baseball
-Football Europa/Soccer is Tennis without the net in the way, mostly with feet
  • Football Americana is Soccer, mostly with hands
  • Rugby is meaner-spirited Soccer
  • Basketball is Soccer with an annoyingly placed goal, mostly with hands
  • Field Hockey is Soccer, mostly with sticks
    • Polo is Field Hockey that needlessly confuses horses
    • Water Polo is Field Hockey in water
      • Ice Hockey is Field Hockey, on ice
        • Ice Soccer, sadly, does not exist
  • Track is Soccer without anyone else in the way and no ball
    • Nascar is Track in a car
    • Equestrian is Track on a horse
    • Swimming is Track in water
      • Diving is Swimming without the follow-through
      • Synchronized Swimming is Swimming where the goal is to not beat or lose to your opponent.
      • Rowing is Swimming in a boat
        • Yachting is Rowing if you’re rich
        • Whitewater is Rowing in a boat when you can’t find a reasonable river
-Boxing is Tennis with no ball or subtlety
  • Judo is Boxing with no manners
    • Wrestling is Judo that starts on the floor
  • Fencing is Boxing with swords
  • Sumo is Boxing with no punching
  • MMA is Boxing where you just hit them everywhere
Please let us know if you think we missed a sport. We hope to provide a holistic genealogy.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Bathroom Monologue: Too Big To Swim

“So they train their whole lives just so they can train for three years just so they can swim for two minutes, and the majority of the people who get to swim for two minutes will be deemed failures? This, my dear, is where depression comes from.”

“Wait, Alison Schmidt is six-foot-one?”

“I see we’re taking different revelations from the Olympics.”

“Six-foot-one?”

“It’s fine, Lita. I’m sure you could take her in judo.”

“I’m six-foot-one!”

“Sure, but you have more practice at judo.”

“That’s too tall to swim.”

“According to whom? Not the Olympic committee.”

“According to my swim coach who said you had to be slim and elegant!”

“You should take him at judo.”

“Wait, what did the guy say? Missy Franklin’s wingspan is wider than she is tall?”

“Is that rare?”

“Yes. Measure my arms.”

“Can’t I measure something else?”

“You’re never touching anything else if you don’t measure them right now.”

“What the lady wants, the lady gets. You hold this end of the measure, though. We’re not all giants like you… swimmers.”

“I can’t believe this! All I wanted to do when I was a kid was swim. You couldn’t get me out of the water.”

“Certainly your pipsqueak dad couldn’t.”

“Dad. All he wanted me to do was bake.”

“You’re an awesome cook! It’s why I’m wider than I am tall. But not so much wingspan.”

“So? How wide is it?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“Say it.”

“This feels too much like when Jack Nicholson asks the surgeon for the mirror.”

“God damn it!”

“Seventy-four-ish. That’s, you know. That’s close to your height.”

“I could have been an Olympian!”

“What if they made an Olympic event for cakes? You could get the Gold Medal for flour. Well, I guess that’s already a thing, but—”

“Dad paid off that coach. I know it.”

“Maybe they were just dumb back then. I’m pretty sure when you were eleven, they still thought egg yellows were good for you.”

“If he was alive, I’d set his toupee on fire.”

“You could try out now.”

“I can’t try out now! These girls are, like, sixteen. That’s half… half my…”

“Please don’t give me that look like I’m supposed to finish your sentence. If I do, you’ll hurt me.”

“I had so much fun swimming. I wanted to do it more than anything, it was like flying in warm air. Do you even know how much I loved it?”

“No, because every time I go near water it’s for hydrotherapy. My leg makes the dream of the 200-meter backstroke a little harder to fathom.”

“I… hey, I didn’t… I just didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

“There’s a pool at the center. I think it’s ten bucks to mess around until closing time, if you want to do more than miss it.”

“You think?”

“I think ten dollars less sweets for me would do us both some good.”
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