For anyone who hasn’t seen it, Run Lola Run is a 1998 German movie that explores a number of different themes through a recurring sequence of events in which Lola has 20 minutes to save her boyfriend’s life. One of those key themes is how much chance can impact one’s destiny, how the smallest deviation in timing or action can have a major impact on the final outcome. Today, we replay some key moments from the past two months of the Warriors season, to examine how different things might look with only a few small tweaks to history. Continue reading Run Roger Run
In March of every year, 16 teams set out on an epic journey to reach the pinnacle of their sport. Step after step, week after week, they climb towards the summit, driven by a singular goal. As they trek along this well-trodden path, they imagine what it might be like to stand on the planet’s greatest podium and look out at the world. They dream of that view. Some think of nothing else until their journey is complete. At times along the way, when they catch a glimpse of what surrounds them and what they have already achieved, they smile. They appreciate what an opportunity they have been given to etch their names into history.
Continue reading Base Camp
It’s hard to justify buying a trampoline as an adult. There are so many other things that seem more worthy or more necessary, like food and shelter, but is there a better feeling than the one you get when you leap into the air, letting gravity take its course before briefly touching the surface and springing back higher than before? Okay, you can probably think of a few things to top that, but in the moment a perfectly executed leap sure feels up there with the best of them. Try it for yourself. Jump into the air. Right now. You don’t even need a trampoline. Do it now. See how it feels.
Pretty good, right?
Continue reading More Bounce Than A Trampoline
Somebody call the police. I need to report a theft that took place in Penrose on Friday night. At Mt Smart Stadium, to be exact.
The suspect wore a yellow top. Small black shorts. A watch on his left wrist. His socks were pulled up almost to his knees and his white boots were frozen to the spot at the time when it mattered most. He had a slight build with a receding hairline. And, despite pleas from myself and many others, he refused to raise his yellow flag above his waist. Continue reading Life’s Not Fair