Photo Memory of the Week
Posted: 2025 Aug 20
Category Archives: Sports and Exercise
Poor Mike
A surprising look at Mike Weir – well, surprising for me. Continue reading
It’s a Crime
On the Sunday of the Terry Fox Run, thinking about how little I do with two nominally good legs. Continue reading
Physiotherapy and Buttercups
Applies the famous Gibson Disappointment Scale© in musing about the undeniable fault with physiotherapy: It doesn’t work. Continue reading
In Position to Make the Call
The heckling and cat-calling at a baseball game leads me to consider what it takes to be in position “to make the call” in my own life. Continue reading
Hike!
Bravely tackling a challenging hike under harsh conditions, I am dismayed to encounter folks much older than I, seemingly finding it easy. And it only gets worse from there. Panting just a bit, I clamber out of the final … Continue reading
I Know Just How you Feel
Sometimes, life intervenes. I have no new blog this week. Instead, I offer an op-ed piece I had published after the Australia Summer Olympics, but not previously seen in this space. The players may have changed; the game, not so … Continue reading
Posted in Politics and Policy, Sports and Exercise, Thinking Broadly
Tagged Attitudes, Sports
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Show Up, Keep Up, and Shut Up
It’s ironic that even as I feel that I know more and more, other people seem less and less interested in hearing about it. Maybe this is just one of the curses of aging, or maybe folks never did care that much. Continue reading
You Talkin’ to Me?
A tai chi lesson becomes a lesson about learning styles – both in physical activities and in life. Drop your shoulders. I look around. You talkin’ to me? I don’t use my outside voice, but the thought likely shows … Continue reading
Moment of Inertia
Some time at the lake, kayaking, resets my moment of inertia, as it were, and leaves me yearning for more activity. I squirm uneasily in my chair. Breakfast is done and I am leafing not-very-interestedly through the newspaper delivered … Continue reading