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These were my favorite Superbowl commercials: > Audi Big Game Commercial 2011 – Release the Hounds A surprisingly witty spot from Audi: ~~~ Chrysler Eminem Super Bowl Commercial – Imported From Detroit Powerful and emotional piece: ~~~ Volkswagen Commercial: The Force I love the frustration in the kid visible in his body language: ~~~ Volkswagen…Read More
Here’s a little fun breaking the law of large numbers on the eve of the Superbowl. The cost of a 30 second ad during game time will average around $3 million. You we do the math for you: > 1 > That’s one big nut and almost equivalent to the size of German GDP, the…Read More
I remember my first baseball game: Yankees vs Detroit Tigers. I was in first grade, and my dad took me to Yankee stadium from Teaneck, N.J. where we lived. The seats were directly behind home plate, but several levels up. We walked out from the maze of stairs into the brightly lit stadium, the brilliant…Read More
My friend Deb just rolled out an interesting new business: NFL Player wristbands. She and her business partner formed Two Girls Creative to sell Official Signature Products. They are official NFL Players Association licensee. I am not a sports fanatic, but I could see fans wearing their favorite Lance Armstrong type wristband. >
I like watching football, but I cannot stand the way the games are televised. On the clock, you have 60 minutes per game, of which there is maybe thirty 14 minutes of actual football played. In real time, that 14 minutes occurs over the course of 3 and ½ hours. Who the hell has time…Read More
Fantastic writing in of all places, the NYT sports section, on last night’s Breeder Cup race. I don’t follow horse racing, don’t really read the sports pages. But this telling of last night’s race is simply breathless:
“Her owners, Jerry and Ann Moss; her trainer, John Shirreffs; and for that matter anyone who had watched and loved the great racemare Zenyatta knew that the real running — the edge-of-the-seat-drama — really didn’t start until she turned for home. Nineteen times before, Zenyatta had looked desperate and in trouble at the top of the stretch. Nineteen times before, she had found a gear to rocket past her rivals in the final strides.
So when jockey Mike Smith cornered the big girl and squared her shoulders toward the finish line in dead last, the more than 72,000 people here at Churchill Downs rose to their feet and held their breath. Zenyatta not only had 11 horses to pass, she also had a dozen or so lengths to make up.
This time, however, Zenyatta was in a different kind of trouble. This was the $5 million Breeders’ Cup Classic, with a field full of thoroughbred racing’s royalty. They were boys. She was the only girl in the bunch, and at age 6 the oldest of the lot.
Zenyatta had started sluggishly, too. Sure, she always spotted fields some daylight, but Smith was worried before they hit the first turn. Her stride was uneven and looked like a rocking horse’s, with a wobbly glider. Dirt was hitting her face for the first time — Zenyatta had run 17 of her previous races on smoother synthetic surfaces.
Somehow, Smith settled her, and Zenyatta picked up some steam rounding the far turn. But now Smith was stuck inside, a wall of horses ahead of him.
He angled her left, one path, two paths, three paths, and it was not pretty. Zenyatta’s strength is power, not agility, and she looked like a bull trying to fight her way out of a ring.
“I needed to cut some corners somewhere,” Smith said.
When he finally got her outside and clear, Zenyatta charged. She shot by Musket Man and Paddy O’Prado and absolutely gassed the Preakness champion, Lookin at Lucky.
There was only one colt left, and he was a good one. Blame had won 8 of 12 in his lifetime, and 5 of his last 6. His rider, Garrett Gomez, had threaded Blame between two rivals and still had seven lengths on Zenyatta with the wire getting closer.
“At the eighth pole, I thought I was going to get there pretty easy,” Gomez confessed. But then he peeked beneath his arm and saw Smith and Zenyatta getting bigger and bigger.
“I knew she’d be coming,” Gomez said. “She’s the best I’ve ever seen.”
Smith was fanning Zenyatta, a mare he loved, with his left hand. She dug in, and Blame’s lead grew smaller with every stride. With 20 yards to go, Zenyatta was at Blame’s tail. Then hip. Then neck. There was a roar, the flash of a finish-line photo, and then silence.”
Just fantastic . . .
Zenyatta Misses History by a Head
NYT, November 6, 2010
Video after the jump . . .