Like Torah Bright. First of all, I had never watched women’s
snowboard half-pipe before. Let me tell you, if I had one ounce of physical
ability that would totally be my event. The speed, the tricks, the fact that
you seem to get to wear your iPod when you compete. Man. Totally. And I just
love the fact that the commentators are young enough that they have no problem
saying someone like Torah is better than a vast majority of the men. You don’t
really hear that talk among the older sportscasters. But it’s true. Anybody who
watches sports can tell. She’s just so good. You know, she had a ton of
concussions in the past year and it didn’t always seem like she would be able
to compete. But there she was, just ripping it up. And the crowd was going
crazy for her. That’s something else I love about snow boarding at the
Olympics. Everyone just seems to be having so much fun. Even when they lose,
the boarders tend to be smiling. I mean, you can tell it kills them and nobody
could ever think that they don’t care.
At the same time it seems to me like they know they’re also part of a
culture born from skate boarding and surfing and the punk scene in Southern
California. So there’s this sense of being glad to be on such a big stage and
also knowing it isn’t necessarily where they’re from. I love that. How the
Olympics has room for all kinds of different values and world views. Like Torah. She’s a Mormon. She doesn’t
make a big deal of it but she doesn’t hide it either. She also says there’s a
ghost in her house. She can also fly or at least that’s how it looks.
The other person I love is Bode Miller. I know. I know. Why
do I have to love all the famous American athletes? Well, I did get really
excited by Simon Amman, the Swiss ski jumper who just won his fourth Olympic
gold (a record in the sport). I
love the way it looks when those guys come off the jump and just shoot through
the air. Here he is in 2002:
Also, he looks like a superhero. Which is very cool. I tried
to rock a spandex suit like that once and I was told in no uncertain terms
never to do that again. Which is why I became a poet. Because I can wear my
spandex outfit and helmet at home and nobody will ever know.
Anyway. Bode. I just love him. His family actually runs the
tennis camp that my cousins all went to.
My great-aunt Gertrude always talks about him with a lot of love. Like
the media, she calls him a “bad boy.” The difference is the pride in her
voice. Gertrude is in her
80’s and has been working in the prison system, teaching men to read and get
their GED, since she moved to New Hampshire 40+ years ago. When she and I drove to see the
assisted living facility she was moving into we passed a prison and she said,
“Only ten minutes from the house, dear.” Pretty much my hero. So Bode has been
in my ear for most of his career. He’s amazing. You probably know him. The press
is really hard on him because during the 2006 Olympics he made a number of
statements about loving to party and being wasted and generally being young and
not particularly disciplined in his personal life. He talked about skiing and
driving while drunk. He looked
foolish. And then he lost each race.
Which taught him something, it seems. Now he’s back and he’s already won
two medals. He has two more events.
He’s older and more in control of himself. It’s a good lesson. How you
can be so talented and still make a mess of things and then you can come back
and rock it. But the press won’t let it go. How he disappointed all of us.
Yeah. All week I’ve been trying to figure out what to write
about in my column. I don’t really know if there’s a ton of room for a poet to
be writing about sports but I just get so much out of it. When I taught at
Stanford (it was about 4 years after you left to turn pro) I had a number of
students who were on track to become Olympians or professional athletes. I
remember I was Ta’ing a Renaissance Lit class and this student Greg came in
from football practice. We were
getting ready to talk about Spencer and he stood there in the doorway. I asked
what was up and he said “one sec” and put his shoulder against the doorframe
and pushed as hard and fast as he could. He got super pale, breathed deep and
said, “Okay, let’s talk about The Faerie Queene.” Last time I checked, he
played for the 49ers. He got an A in my class and wrote a tremendous final
essay. I also had a student named Isaac who was in my workshop. He’d taken a
year off to go on mission like most young Mormon men do and now he was back. He
needed to decide if he was going to try and qualify for the Olympic Cross
Country team or go to law school. In the end he decided on law school. Those
athletes in my classes taught me a ton about focus and hope and being super
rigorous. I try and do that in my poems. Be the best I can be, then push
farther (risk failure) and have a good time while doing it.
I’ve been thinking about you. You were on the front page of
the New York Times yesterday. Well, the picture was actually a bar full of
people watching you apologize on television. Hm. I don’t even like golf. But I
kept thinking about 2008 when you played the US Open with a broken leg. And how
the crowd just went crazy every time you came through. You were in so much pain
and you kept going. It’s like ski jumping: I don’t know much about the sport
but I know when I’m seeing something so extraordinary there’s a lesson in it
for me and my artistic life. Most of the golfers on the tour want you to come
back because, as one of them said, when you are good at something you want to
play against the best. I think that’s true. I wonder what’s going to happen
with you.
From Los Angeles.
Love your website & how you have poets contribute columns like this.
There's no boxing in the Winter Olympics, but Ms. Calvocoressi still rocks the coverage. Pretty much a hero poet, that one.
Posted by: Megan | February 21, 2010 at 12:11 PM
Great post. I too am crazy about Bode. I watch the games and each time am just blown away by the athletes' dedication to their sport. And they don't all walk away with lucrative endorsement deals so that's not what the sacrifices are about for most of them. (When was the last time you saw a bobsledder or curler on a box of cereal?) And how about Apolo 7! From a sullen teenager to a champion! And for the most part they're such good sports. (Russian silver medalist figure skater excepted.)There's a lot here Gabrielle. Thanks for your particular insights. I especially like your comments about the half-pipe. And I bet you look just fine in your spandex.
Posted by: Stacey | February 21, 2010 at 12:35 PM
I know. And I haven't written yet about the fact that Home Depot has stopped their sponsorship program where they hire Olympians to work, allowing them a reduced work week and benefits. It's a big deal. Hm. Maybe next week.
I'm wearing the spandex right now. I think they are amazing. But others...something about lacking professionalism in the classroom...
Posted by: gaby | February 21, 2010 at 12:48 PM
And thanks, Megan. That's amazing to hear.
Posted by: gaby | February 21, 2010 at 12:50 PM
Terrific column, Gaby. I can't get over the idea that Torah is the first name of the snowboard champ.
Posted by: DL | February 21, 2010 at 01:34 PM
Her parents named her that because of a Jewish friend! This was during the time her mother was searching for a system of faith. Uh-mazing.
Posted by: gaby | February 21, 2010 at 03:35 PM
Thanks, Gabrielle. it's so fun seeing Tiger who is so good at what he does having so much fun being so good...yes. An inspiration for any work we do.
Posted by: Sally Ashton | February 21, 2010 at 11:20 PM
Dear Gaby,
I love your sports coverage! Can you PLEASE write about Johnny Weir?
Yrs,
Mark
Posted by: Mark Wunderlich | February 22, 2010 at 08:06 AM
We here at Sports Desk are thrilled to take requests. I was going to write about Johnny Weir this past week. I'll have plenty to say about him this weekend.
G
Posted by: gaby | February 23, 2010 at 11:40 AM