Marlonius wrote:
Jim@EROsports wrote:
I always like to yell to random people, "You look like shit, and you're no where near the finish!" Always good for a laugh out of them.
Genius! I'd like to try this if I can work up the nerve. It'd sure make me laugh to hear it during a race I was doing.
Reminds me of a great moment in American Literature
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We jumped off the radio van at Wilbur's and immediately set up a full wet-bar and Command Center next to the curb and for the next few minutes we just stood there in the rain and heaped every conceivable kind of verbal abuse on the Runners coming up. "You're doomed, man, you'll never make it."
"Hey, fat boy, how about a beer?"
"Run, you silly bastard."
"Lift those legs."
"Eat shit and die," was Skinner's favorite.
One burly runner in the front ranks snarled back at him, "I'll see you on the way back."
"No, you won't. You'll never make it back. You won't even finish! You'll collapse."
It was a rare kind of freedom to belch any kind of cruel and brutal insult that came to mind because the idea of anybody stopping to argue was out of the question. Here was this gang of degenerates hunkered down by the side of the racecourse with TV sets, beach umbrellas, cases of beer and whiskey, loud music and wild women, smoking cigarettes.
HST - The Curse of Lono, 1983
"What's your claim?" - Ben Gravy
"Your best work is the work you're excited about" - Rick Rubin