Thursday, May 13, 2010
A Rant or a Rave About Sports!
Write either a rant (an angry, upset and frustrated piece) or a rave (a glowing, happy, wonderful piece) about sports. Be sure to narrow your topic to something specific; for example, Roberto Luongo's bad goaltending in the sixth game of the playoff against the Chicago Blackhawks . . .
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He shoots. He scores!
Sports is all about narrative—a good story is told on the field of play.
Individuals triumph in the face of adversity and, in the case of hockey, in the face of 6 foot 8 inch "monsters," paid to stand in front of the goaltender and provide a wall to block the view.
I love the story sometimes more than the game itself. There are two announcers for a sports broadcast: the play-by-play man and the "colour" commentator. It's the colour that I like.
What did a player do before the game? Did he "accidentally" run into another player? What tone is being set tonight?
Where there's a story, you'll find me happily watching. Nowadays it is the impossible underdog run through 14 games, five facing elimination, by the Montreal Canadiens.
It'll take all my faith in a good story, however, since Montreal lost their first game 6 goals to 0!
-Question about cheering sports:
Isn’t it appropriate to cheer our team as they come out, and when they scored a goal?
I don’t know why, but whenever I watch sports, especially competitive ones, like hockey, and/or soccer, I always cheer as they come out, and when they scored a goal.
I, for instance, was so excited when Canadian hockey team scored a goal in the final game, so I yelled and cheered, and whenever I yell, my mom tells me to be quite, but I soon fogrget. So, Is it wrong to cheer?
Honourable Boxer
Once hailed as the “Pearl of the Orient,” the Philippines, a now dull pearl at the bottom of the Pacific, with millions of people drowning in poverty because of a government pestered by corrupt officials, held its very first automated elections this May 10, 2010, and with high hopes, Filipinos casted their votes. The canvassing is now over and winners had been proclaimed, and among the usual names in Philippine politics—political dynasties, actors—arose the name—with flying colors, a landslide victory—of the legendary Filipino boxer Manny Pacquiao. A future hall-of-famer, with a record comparable to Mohamed Ali’s, he is by far, one of the most famous and richest Filipinos. An honourable congressman, now he is.
“The People’s Champ,” his countrymen named him. In his last few fights, the Philippine National Police (PNP) recorded an almost zero crime rate across the country. Filipinos all over the world cheered for him, punching along, praying for a knockout win; prisoners watched from their cells, soldiers from their barracks, rebels from their hide-outs, normal citizens from their homes, bars, gymnasiums, and of course those who could afford to travel abroad, like politicians, watched the thrilling bouts from the ring-side. Filipinos love him, and he had united them, for an hour or so, that is.
A survey from the Social Weather Station (SWS) stated that the majority of the Philippines voter’s population prefers a man of character than of achievements, someone who will inspire them. I have nothing against Congressman Pacquiao (or any famous people aspiring for political power). Coming from the urban poor himself, he had lived and arose from poverty—from rags to riches—and now wants to share his success, and I believe he has a compassionate heart. But congressmen do not do much of the charity work; they legislate.
“What do you plan to do in congress?” a reporter asked him.
“I would help our athletes, and hopefully, win our first Olympic gold medal,” he answered.
Great!
The Philippines is like a cancer patient—full of cancer cells. Millions of Filipinos are illiterate. There’s a large shortage in schools, books, facilities, and teachers who are getting paid less than call center agents. There are millions of malnourished children, dying from treatable diseases, and if they are strong enough for work, they’d work instead of attending school, or playing as every children is suppose to do, just to have money for food. Women are being smuggled and become sex slaves. There are thousands of farmers who cannot farm their lands, if they have any, because of lack of capital. These are only some of the cancer cells that are slowly eating the Filipino nation, and still, the “People’s Champ” is thinking about winning an Olympic gold medal.
The Philippines is a third-world-country, honourable sir, and I don’t think we can afford that kind of luxury. Heal the dying country first, and when we recover, then we can worry about Olympic gold medals.
I really enjoy watching tennis and soccer, and I follow the important matches. I passionately like to watch World Cup in South Africa in July 2010, and I hope my team, Argentina, win gold cup. If I could not watch one of my favourite match, I certainly should know the result after I came back home. How exciting is a goal scored in ninety minutes.
I like to know more about my favourite tennis players. Nodal, Federo are two of tennis players that I follow their matches. Sometimes I can predict what he is doing when I watch tennis match because of watching too much tennis.
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