Sports Poets Society

https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1988-06-23-mn-7245-story.html By STEVE HARVEY and Los Angeles Times  June 23, 1988 12 AM PT Times Staff Writer It was “party time,” in the words of Magic Johnson, and Los Angeles greeted the Lakers in its own characteristic fashion Wednesday as the world champions staged a motorized slow-break through the streets of downtown. Onlooker Rodney Barnes showed up with the letters “L.A.” shaved on the side of his head, enthusiast John Brown wore a crown of red paper rimmed by tinfoil and 60-year-old Franklin Burke roller-skated out of the crowd to lead the parade. The estimated 30,000 fans who lined Broadway on the day after the Lakers’ victory over the Detroit Pistons waved such signs as “Mourning Time for Mo Town,” “Palestinians for the Lakers” and “Jesus Saved the Lakers.” There was such a festive spirit in the air that Helen, a Broadway palm reader, advertised: "$3 Special, Today Only.” Three Injured The jubilation briefly threatened to get ou

https://www.suiveur.it/storie/giorno-x/luomo-di-gavia/ Spettri di van Der Velde. Dalla vita alla morte, e ritorno. MICHELE MASOTTI  - SUIVEUR 27 MAGGIO 2019 “Quel metro di neve sulle Lepontine Retiche Affrontato con una bicicletta al posto della slitta Vale quanto l’alpinismo estremo senza bombole d’ossigeno Tra le inviolate vette del Pamir” Offlaga Disco Pax – Tulipani. Anni Novanta. Johan lavora in cantiere assieme a operai e manovali. Nessuno sa chi sia davvero e lui non vuole dire niente. A capo basso fatica come un mulo, ma sempre in silenzio. Non sanno il suo indirizzo, né che vita faccia. E anche lui vuole scordarsi di tutto per ricominciare. Ma è quando chiude gli occhi alla sera e si accuccia sul letto scarno della sua casa popolare, solo allora tornano alcune immagini della vita, quella vissuta davvero senza sconti e che niente ti ha perdonato. Lui bambino e il padre che tornava a casa con qualche pezzo trafugato a lavoro: fu quello che lo condizionerà poi, quell’esempio. Lo

Barry Ryan, author of The Ascent: Sean Kelly, Stephen Roche and the Rise of Irish Cycling’s Golden Generation, recalls the relationships within the Irish team that led to Roche’s 1987 Worlds win and another near miss for Kelly Writer: Barry Ryan PROCYCLING 234 - October, 2017 When Sean Kelly first began to earn selection for the Irish national team as an amateur in the mid-1970s, he regularly found himself competing for jerseys with his teammates. Not rainbow ones, mind, but the notoriously ill-fitting garments provided by the Irish Cycling Federation at the time. Alan McCormack, regularly Kelly’s equal in the sprint as a junior, was rather slighter of build than the robust farmer’s son from Carrick-on-Suir, but he was never guaranteed the snuggest jersey on offer.  “They’d be laid out on a bed and Sean would grab my jersey, saying he liked a nice tight fit,” says McCormack. “Jesus, the medium would be like a dress on me, so I used to have to fight him to keep my small jersey. They wer