On July 4th Chestnut successfully defended his hot-dog eating championship by defeating the legendary Kobayashi in a sudden death dog-off.
Afterwards, Chestnut described the deciding factor in his victory.
"He wanted it," Chestnut said, "but I needed it."
Just what determines a champion? Been pondering this as i am an unabashed admitting sports fan and the very lure of greatness of the figures of sports remains that champions are recognised and runners up fade into the dusk unlike the glorious exits of the lone ranger and Tonto into the sunset. The really fascinating aspect of sports is that thin line that makes a champion. That willingness to sacrifice what is needed and more in order to cross that finite line that seperates mortals from those that go down in the history books, forever echoed and called upon as a definition of greatness.
Now I may be dragged out by an angry mob and stoned for this but I believe and proclaim that Malaysians have not a single ounce of greatness nor the qualities needed to be a champion. Except for the few squash (still thriving), lawn bowl (yawn!), badminton (staggering and losing guts on the big stage, besides huge drama queens), and football (a shame on all living and breathing involved in the local arena and probably they deserve stoning as well).
What seperates us from the very fine line of sporting ethics worth celebrating is that very notion and innate belief that we are losers and that we stand zero..absolute ZERO chance at winning in the popular games where the money is. Besides vouching for obscure and non rewardable sports, we have been busy building white elephants and at the turn of the Olympics in China, odds are we are coming back without another medal to cheer for. One must wonder where all the heroes have disappeared to.
There is absolutely no resolve both to be a champion both in sports and in wider aspects, a champion in what we should be go at.
While the Malaysian arena continues to publicly mortify us all with lewd remarks and during a time when we have difficulty explaining to our 5 year cousins what sodomy is all about, heres a toast to the great Games ahead!
Until the next channelings of the rebellion, dezza!
Afterwards, Chestnut described the deciding factor in his victory.
"He wanted it," Chestnut said, "but I needed it."
Just what determines a champion? Been pondering this as i am an unabashed admitting sports fan and the very lure of greatness of the figures of sports remains that champions are recognised and runners up fade into the dusk unlike the glorious exits of the lone ranger and Tonto into the sunset. The really fascinating aspect of sports is that thin line that makes a champion. That willingness to sacrifice what is needed and more in order to cross that finite line that seperates mortals from those that go down in the history books, forever echoed and called upon as a definition of greatness.
Now I may be dragged out by an angry mob and stoned for this but I believe and proclaim that Malaysians have not a single ounce of greatness nor the qualities needed to be a champion. Except for the few squash (still thriving), lawn bowl (yawn!), badminton (staggering and losing guts on the big stage, besides huge drama queens), and football (a shame on all living and breathing involved in the local arena and probably they deserve stoning as well).
What seperates us from the very fine line of sporting ethics worth celebrating is that very notion and innate belief that we are losers and that we stand zero..absolute ZERO chance at winning in the popular games where the money is. Besides vouching for obscure and non rewardable sports, we have been busy building white elephants and at the turn of the Olympics in China, odds are we are coming back without another medal to cheer for. One must wonder where all the heroes have disappeared to.
There is absolutely no resolve both to be a champion both in sports and in wider aspects, a champion in what we should be go at.
While the Malaysian arena continues to publicly mortify us all with lewd remarks and during a time when we have difficulty explaining to our 5 year cousins what sodomy is all about, heres a toast to the great Games ahead!
Until the next channelings of the rebellion, dezza!
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