Damn, I love my sport. Scary, but let me count the years ... 29 years ago I raced my last race in my final year at college, a victory on a hot day on a quiet lake. A lifetime ago. Yet my sport stays with me. "Once a rower, always a rower" is a phrase I heard... Continue Reading →
Êtes-vous Prêts? Partez!
Are you ready? Go! I remember hearing those words to start nearly all my crew races years ago. Occasionally, a starter used English, but the French was well, French. Loved it. It set my sport apart. I just finished the amazing book and story, The Boys in the Boat. In my last post I... Continue Reading →
The Boys in the Boat
I am near the end of a great book. A book where I know the ending. Far from ruining the story, knowing that our heroes win in the end allows me to focus on the amazing true story that lead to their victory. The book is titled, "The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and... Continue Reading →