Zim (snot)klap Aus

zoutpiel — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 12:28:00 +0000

I was watching a sports news program on Aus tv this week, and one of the topics was the upcoming 20/20 match against Zim.

apu, the aussie commentators sniggered and chuckled at this encounter, expecting the literally hungry Zimbo’s to get annihilated. What a pleasure then, that they moered them – by 5 wickets. In the context of the match that sounds harsh, but that’s the stat. Can’t wait ’till they get bounced out of RWC! Kamaan bokke

Speed climbing

zoutpiel — Sun, 27 May 2007 12:41:00 +0000

Dan Osman climbs this 400ft wall (rated 5.7) in 4.5mins without ropes. Incredible – real life spiderman. He makes it look so easy.

"I’m not disabled, I just don’t have any legs."

zoutpiel — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:48:00 +0000

What a great story – Oscar Pistorius runs the 200m in under 22 seconds – that’s bliksem vinnig. He had his legs amputated at age 1 after he was born without fibula’s. He candidly states that it’s never stopped him from playing the sports he wanted to play. They include rugby, tennis and water-polo. (check this video interview with Oscar)

Dan from feverpitcher explains better than I:

The Oscar Pistorius story is one most South Africans are pretty familiar with – both legs amputated as a kid, prosthetic ‘blades’ fitted to enable him to run, and now one of the quicket human beings on the planet. Pistorius consistently runs under 22 seconds in the 200 metres, and quite simply blows all his competition out the water at any Paralympic event.

Which would suggest he’s ready for a crack at the able-bodied sprinting fraternity… but that won’t happen. The IOC have decided that his blades represent an external supporting device (or something to that effect), and so Pistorius’s hopes of taking on a Greene or a Powell look to be on ice. But he is getting a little international attention, which won’t hurt his cause – The Times have a video exclusive of the South African star in action. A global profile, and perhaps Oscar Pistorius’s Olympic hopes aren’t completely over.

Bob Woolmer dies

zoutpiel — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 12:24:00 +0000

Bob Woolmer died within 24 hours of Pakistan’s shock loss to Ireland. The controversy surrounding how he died is just starting, but ignoring all that – he was a great man, and I felt a sense of loss when I heard the news. Anyone in SA who follows cricket knows what I mean, and understands what he did for the game in SA and the world. Neil Manthorp, SA cricket journalist wrote the following which best sums him up:-

It was more than he could really afford, it was daring and it was one of the most romantic moments anyone could have shared. One of Cape Town’s most tranquil and classy restaurants, hired out in it’s entirety, for a silver wedding anniversary.
There were 50 guests, and from the moment they sat down the whispers began. Following starters and the main course, a menu made up entirely of the lady’s favourites, the guests would need to gather on the driveway while the lady was ‘diverted’ for a few moments.
There they stood, wine glasses in hand, having enjoyed a meal of which few could remember better. Seconds passed before, slowly but surely, a silver sports car was driven amongst us. It had an enormous, silk bow tied around it and a card which read: “Happy Anniversary – love you always, Bob.”
The whisper had alerted everyone to the surprise, everyone that is, but the recipient. The whisper had told us that the lady had dreamed, all her life, of driving an open-topped sports car with the wind blowing in her hair and the scent of the Cape filling her senses.
She was escorted down to the entrance of the driveway by her two sons, clearly bewildered and unaware of the surprise. When she finally focussed on the car, her emotions froze. It was too much to believe.
But then her husband explained his wife’s dream to their guests, explained how critical she had been to his career, declared – after 25 years – his undying love for her, and said he could not think of anyone who deserved more to have their dreams come true than her. Still, she could not believe the evidence of her eyes, which were filled with tears.
When she finally pushed aside the giant ribbon and opened the door to sit behind the wheel, the guests cheered and whooped and danced. None of the guests would ever forget it. Tears and laughter were best friends.
In between tours and other assignments, Bob would stop at nothing to ensure that he and Gill could have at least a couple of days enjoying the passion they shared above all but their boys, Dale and Russell – game parks.
If Bob was away for two weeks or ten weeks, Gill would cope – as ‘cricket widows’ do – and they would catch up with each other in the tranquility of the bush, watching a pride of lions, a stray giraffe or just a humble herd of zebra at the watering hole.
Now Gill is a widow, not a cricket widow, and those days are no more.
To play golf with Bob Woolmer was a lesson in calm. It is impossible to play the stupid game without being frustrated, of course, but if he said it once he said it ten thousand times: “You’ve hit your ball into a lake, nobody died.” It didn’t always calm the rage, but it did, at least, bring a smile to his partner’s face.
After the tie against Australia in the semifinal of the 1999 World Cup, he was the only member of the entire touring squad able to speak, let alone aknowledge their emotions, for many hours. In some cases, days. He was dignified, honest and even generous in what he always described later as the darkest hour of his entire career as a player and coach.
If he could handle that, he could handle Pakistan losing to Ireland. Oh God, Bob, surely you could have handled that. As you said so many times, it was just a game. I know you handled it. I know you coped. You were one of the strongest and most honest men I ever met. Perhaps it was just your time to leave.
It saddens me deeply to hear former players describe Woolmer as having “lived and breathed cricket every hour of the day” because he did not. He was devoted and passionate about cricket, certainly, but he never lacked a sense of perspective and his family came before anything else. To say Bob Woolmer lived for cricket is to imply he was one-dimensional. The opposite is true.
Whenever in Cape Town, Bob loved a good meal out. Thai food was his favourite. The last time my wife and I joined Bob and Gill for grilled ginger fish, his favourite, was one of the best of many meals we shared. He was laughing about the peculiar and even scary pressures of coaching Pakistan. He dismissed the concerns of the table.
“Don’t worry about me,” he smiled, “I’ll be the last person to die of a heart attack. I’ve seen it all – been there, done that.”
If it was, indeed, a heart attack that took him away, it will be one of the very, very few things he ever got wrong.
The very best years of Bob’s life lay before him. His own academy was taking root, the long months of touring were coming to an end after the World Cup, the three-day breaks in game parks with Gill were about to become two-week holidays and he was going to be able to play golf once a week rather than once a month.
Bob always said cricket wasn’t fair. Fortunately he isn’t here to witness just how unfair life can be.
He pioneered the reverse-sweep, revolutionised one-day cricket and laid down coaching foundations to stand for 50 years. He coached in townships when he and Gill were virtually bankrupt in the late 1980s. He set records which may never be broken with Warwickshire in the county championship and he mentored more young players than can be counted.
But more than anything else, he was a generous, loving, decent and honest human being.
Bob Woolmer may be gone, but his name and legacy will live on. He will be missed. Deeply.

Herschelle Gibbs hits six sixes in one over

zoutpiel — Sun, 18 Mar 2007 12:48:00 +0000

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Zim (snot)klap Aus

Speed climbing

"I’m not disabled, I just don’t have any legs."

Bob Woolmer dies

Herschelle Gibbs hits six sixes in one over