This is Jensen Kimmit, the 2010 World YoYo champion. I didn’t see him do “Walk The Dog” or “Around The World”, which were the only two tricks I knew. Still, he seems to manage alright without them.
The 2010 football (I will never sink to calling it ’soccer’ – NEVER!) World Championship is finally here! Day one gave us a bit of both, with South Africa and Mexico providing proper championship show football – while France and Uruguay showed us how two good teams can match eachother to the result of not entertaining much at all. My money’s on Argentina this year (as it has been every championship year since ‘86 to be honest), but most people has had Spain as favourite. No wonder, as they are reigning European champions and are looking very strong. Still, Argentina has Maradona. Ma-ra-do-na. ‘Nuff said.
Here’s a nice little poster showing the development of football technology through World Championship history:
Remi Gaillard is a very good footballer (judging from these clips), but is first and foremost known as a silly French sod who occationally makes people laugh. Me, I find many of his pranks to be a bit over-the-top, and sometimes too dangerous for a good laugh. But the astronaut? Got to admire stuff like that. Also, this, this, this and this.
I used to skate as a teenager. We didn’t know Tony Hawk, his name came up later on. Instead, we had idols like Natas, Gonzales and Mullen. But I can’t say I’ve seen any of them actually skate, and we probably picked up the names from magazine articles. Of course, if you had a Gonzales board, like I did, you automatically held him as the world’s best skater ever. Until the board broke or you bought a new one. I don’t think any of us owned anything with Mullen’s name on it, but everyone still knew the name. Rodney Mullen.
Here’s Rodney Mullen showing off in Japan in 1984. Enjoy.
We’re all used to seeing the Olympic flame being handed over from one athlete/physically disabled/cultural significant to the next, who in turn gets to dress up in a silly sports suit with matching hat and gloves, carrying a propane fueled torch that looks more sci-fi every four years, managing a forty-five minute smile for all the local press coverage.
Of course, when moving the sacred flame between continents, airplanes is an easy alternative to hiring Aquaman for the job. Anything else but planes and superheroes would be too slow and expensive, right?
Well, money is no problem, it seems. For the winter games in Vancouver, the Olympic flame demanded six seats for the flight from Greece. Of course, it’s not just the ONE flame, but twelve little flames in twelve little miner’s lanterns.
To be fair to the flames, they did share seats, and they travelled economy class.