Monday Bacon: Women ‘n Competition

I’m wondering when competition became a bad thing? I didn’t get the memo. See, competition has always been a big part of my life. I’ve played on softball teams; I’ve swam, both as an individual and on relay teams; I’ve dabbled in weightlifting; a bunch of stuff that I’m not even thinking of at the moment and have been hooping it up on the Highland Games fields. Most times I compete with, and against women, and sometimes I’m the only girl out there. Doesn’t matter. I compete to do my best.  I enjoy competition, I’ve encouraged it in my kids and even got a chance to watch the Oz man ramp up his competitive spirit in his first football game this past weekend. It was a blast.

But somewhere along the line, competition has become an unfriendly word and I don’t know why? We’ve taken it out of our children’s lives with the ‘Everybody Wins’ attitude and participation medals. On a side note, the “participation medal” has done more damage to the competitive spirit than any stupid youth coach could ever do. But that’s not my beef today. My beef today is the idea being passed around that women shouldn’t compete with each other…we should empower each other.

Bullshit.

Why shouldn’t we compete? Is it because we’re incapable of doing so without turning into shrill bitches that no one wants to watch unless we wear sports bras and lululemon’s? The notion that women shouldn’t compete with, or against, each other is mind boggling to me.  See, the reason we compete against other women is cuz we can’t beat the boys. In most cases. Kristi Scott can’t beat Andy Vincent. Serena Williams can’t beat Rafa. Women at the top of their sport most likely can not beat men at the top of the same sport. So we have classes. See? Women’s Class and Men’s class. See? We compete against other women., that’s okay. We’ll all be ok.

It’s actually possible to enjoy competing against other women. Does it mean we hate each other? Uhhhhh, no. It means we all show up to compete. Cuz we’re competitors. Not a bad thing. Duh. Can I appreciate their skills and gifts and still have fun? Uhhhh, yes. Duh. I have competed against/with some amazing women this year alone. And I have wanted to beat many of them.  Ok, I’ve wanted to beat all of them but I’m also realistic and know in some cases it just wasn’t my time and in other cases COUGH**katie S**COUGH it’ll never happen, but mostly because I just wasn’t good enough. Heh.

But when I show up and have a chance to win? I play to win. The funny thing about that is that I also leave the field with new friends. And I’m not special. It happens all the time. Women competing against each other makes us better. Why do we PR at meets or events? Cuz we’re no longer practicing. We have a target and we also know that we have a target on OUR backs. That’s what’s fun YO! Here’s a great quote from Serena Williams about her upcoming US Open finals match against Victoria Azarenka…

We completely get along and once the match starts, we are completely opponents. 

Serena won by the way. Now, these chicks play for millions. Most of us don’t. If they can do it, can’t we? If you want to show up on the field and empower other women fine. I can do both but at the end of the day, I want to win.

Auto Racing, bull fighting, and mountain climbing are the only real sports…all others are games.

Ernest Hemingway

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Friday Jams

I miss the creative genius that was Michael Jackson videos. They told a story; they had kick ass dancing in it; and they showcased the seriousness he had for his music that got lost at some point by his bizarre lifestyle. He was the consummate entertainer without screaming into a microphone and calling it music as his counterparts do these days.

Entertaining seems to be a bit of a lost art. Michael Jackson videos were made for us to enjoy.  To be entertained. I have yet to see a video in the last 5 years that can compare. Most now are made to showcase  former child celebrities asses.  It’s not music, it’s not even bad porn. It’s just noise with too much flabby skinny skin. How is that fun?

Anyways.

Enjoy your weekend. I will.  The Oz man has his first football game; I have an awesome bagpipe playing friend who’s made me a Caber I get to play with, and the Bigg guy is heading to Sweden and Finland which means I’ll have more One Star Jaloviina by next weekend. YeeHaw!

If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.

Michael Jackson

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Self Destruct

I had a chance to watch Lleyton Hewitt’s match yesterday at the US Open. Hewitt is an old man by tennis standards at 32 and has been on the circuit for over 12 years. I don’t know if it’s a tennis thing, a sun thing, or a genetics thing but dude looks like he’s in his early 40’s. Which is probably why I’ve always cheered for him. I kinda felt like I was cheering for the old guy. Anyway, having him still around in the fourth round of a grand slam tournament is a treat. He brought his Russian opponent all the way to the 5th set, was up 5-2 and practically had one foot in the quarterfinal round door when he seemingly completely self destructed. He lost the game and lost the match. Ugh.

Now, I say seemingly because my impressions of his tennis playing, of which I know nothing about until it’s Grand Slam TV time, seemed to me to take a big dump right around the time when he needed it most. But I don’t know. And that’s the crux of being a sports fan. We don’t know.  We can have opinions all day long about why our team or athlete self destructs, but we really don’t know.

At last weekend’s Wisconsin Highland Games, we competed on Sunday in the Irish Hibernian events. Basically, that means we threw some pretty heavy stuff in weird ways. When we went to the heavy Weight for Height, instead of tossing the weight over the bar we needed to hit a “shield” target hanging from it. Sounds easy enough. Until you’re under it. It was one of the most nerve wracking events I’ve done and was a complete blast. By the time this came around, our crowd had grown AND it seems many had spent some time in the beer tent. When Kerry Overfelt narrowly missed the target a rather boisterous fan yelled, “Come on Kerry, you have to at least try!” Heh. That was funny.

But he was serious. What?! Yup. He had an opinion that hitting a target high up in the air with a 56# weight should be easy, so we gotta at least try! And this is what I was saying to Lleyton Hewitt yesterday through the television, C’mon Aussie, at least try! But I don’t know. I don’t know if he was out of gas after the long match; or nerves got the best of him; or he was hungry; or the sun was in his eyes too long; or whatever else the fok went wrong that I don’t know about. In my eyes, he self destructed. But here’s the point sports fans of this post…

It doesn’t mean shit what I think. I don’t have an informed opinion.

Packer’s fans, you hear me? YOU DON’T HAVE AN INFORMED OPINION. Shut up. (I know they won’t, I just had to try.)

Screaming at athletes, whether at the field/court/whatev or watching on television is very, very different than staring in their eyes and trying to help them bounce back. That’s called a coach. See? Silly fan. Coach. Not the same.

At the end of the day, only he and his coach know  why Hewitt is now a spectator at this tournament. I’m sorry he lost. The Russian isn’t nearly as dashing as the Aussie.

Tennis is a perfect combination of violent action taking place in an atmosphere of total tranquility. 

Billie Jean King

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Friday Jams

The sound of Thunder is everywhere in Milwaukee this weekend as Harley Davidson celebrates it’s 110th Anniversary. We’ve been down to the Harley museum and even attended BaconFest there last winter, it was a blast. To step in it’s history and see a vision come to fruition is pretty awesome. After 110 years, they’ve still got it.

The music started last night and will go all weekend. We’ll be busy on the other side of town at the Wisconsin Scottish Games throwing and such and that’s what I love about my new town…there’s always a little something for everybody.

Enjoy your weekend.

If you don’t know about pain and trouble, you’re in sad shape. They make you appreciate life.

Evel Knievel

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