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May 1, 2008

Guest Blog: Inline Lindsay

This past weekend, my favorite guest blogger, Lindsay Berra, was in Vegas for U.S. wrestling nationals. (Anything to get ya to Sin City, right?) In her downtime, she stopped by Love, the newest Cirque du Soleil show, which is playing at The Mirage. The show blends two things I absolutely heart: The Beatles and circus performers. It was my semi-secret dream to quit life and join Cirque du Soleil when I first moved to NY. (Let's be honest: It still is.) But Lindsay found out something that makes me wish I were in Vegas this weekend for Supercross finals even more than I already do: The show features a third thing I heart—action sports.

Check out Lindsay's espnthemag.com blog here, or click below to read a more detailed account of her night with Cirque's newest stars: Inline skaters.

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May 2, 2008

Recovering From A Loss

This weekend, I went to my first Stanley Cup playoff game. It was part of my season-long, self-imposed program centered around becoming a more well-rounded Pittsburgh fan. And a more educated hockey fan. Man, I picked the right season. Detroit may be more experienced, but I don't think there's a more fun team to watch than the Penguins. Maybe in any sport. However, I didn't pick the right game.

I flew to Pittsburgh Friday night completely sure the Pens were going to pull off a game-three victory. My prediction: 2-1, Pens. I had no doubts. My team always wins. There was the year, not too long ago, when the Gators won the national basketball championship, the Steelers won the Super Bowl, the Gators won the national football championship and the Gators won the national basketball championship, back-to-back-to-back. I've had a good run as a fan. So as I walked into Mellon Arena, credential around my neck, I was feeling pretty confident.

But then something strange happened. My team didn't win.

I was okay with that, though. I had a great time, experienced my first in-person playoff hockey game (thanks to editor Mark Giles, Lindsay Berra and the gracious folks at the NHL) and did my share of silent press-box cheering right along with 17,000 crazy Pens fans. (Bias aside—or not—I think Pittsburgh has the best sports fans. And not just because I'm one of them.) And I got the chance to spend a relaxing Sunday on my grandparents' horse farm in nearby Sarver, PA, and visit with family. All in all, not a bad weekend.

Besides, it was only game four. Go Pens!

THIS PRE-GAME PROJECTION GOT FANS PRETTY HYPED ...
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BEST WAY TO GET OVER A LOSS? A NICE WALK ON A FARM ...
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May 9, 2008

Follow The Leader

This week, I spent my first night in a hotel room since moving to NYC nine years ago. ESPN held its first-ever, and seemingly first-annual, women's leadership conference at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square. For a day and a half, I sat with appproximately 400 women (four of whom were my co-workers at The Magazine) and listened to lectures on how to be a better, more effective leader. I found a couple of the speakers compelling, interesting and useful. The others, I felt, were doing little more than promoting whatever book or theory they had published recently.

While drifting off during one of these lectures, I started thinking about whether or not a person can become a leader simply by putting these tools and theories into practice. Of course, I believe anyone can improve their leadership ability with practice and hard work. But I can't remember meeting someone in a position of leadership (which I believe is distinctly different from being in a position of power) who says they haven't been a leader all their life. Usually, these were the same folks leading their Pop Warner football team to a state title, running for student council or playing social coordinator for their friends as adults. So is it possible, then, for leaders to be bred, and not born, into the role? (Sorry for the Carrie Bradshaw moment. Guess I'm psyched about the movie.)

At the end of the lecture, I had to duck out of the conference for an interview. I was meeting NBA star Emeka Okafor, who is spending the summer in NYC, for a piece that will run in mid-June, in our annual Athlete's Issue. Emeka's parents are natives of Nigeria and came to the U.S. after high school. At 8, his parents took him on his first trip to visit their home country. He traveled to Nigeria again in high school and, most recently, he visited last summer. He says each time, as he matured, the visits changed. What he saw was the same, but what he understood was much greater.

Emeka is now working with an organization called One Million African Lives, which hopes to distribute one million testing kits, at $15 a piece, to test the blood supply for HIV before transfusing it to the sick. He has donated his own money, convinced other professional athletes to do the same, and is hoping his affiliation with the organization will increase awareness of this devastating problem killing hundreds of thousands of Africans each year.

In college, Emeka was a leader in the classroom, graduating in three years, and a leader on the court, as a star player for UConn's basketball team. That title followed him to the NBA, where he was voted the 2004-2005 Rookie of the Year. And it is the first adjective that comes to my mind upon meeting him. So I asked him at what point in his life he felt compelled to be a leader. When did he begin developing his leadership skills and what does he do to improve upon them?

He had a hard time answering the question. At first, I think, out of modesty. And then, I think, because the question was worded in a way that made it difficult for him to answer—I'd asked him when he learned to be a leader. "I don't know," he said, finally. "I think it's just who I am."

I think so, too.

May 16, 2008

34th and Madison

If you check my blog regularly, you may have noticed that those SportsCenter commercials have nothing on what really goes on in our mag offices during a given week. (Sorry, Wieden+Kennedy. It's true.)

On Wednesday, surf god Laird Hamilton dropped by the office to pimp his new clothing line for Steve & Barry's (Hawaiian shirts for under $10!) and spent some time with espnthemag.com editor Max Klinger. For those of you who don't know who Laird is, he's something of a cross between Paul Bunyon, Fabio, James Bond and Eddie Aikau. Never one to let a body of water go to waste, the next day, he took a boat out to Ellis Island and paddle surfed around the Statue of Liberty. Like I said: James Bond.

In even buzzier news around the office: This morning, the Court of Arbitration for Sport (CAS) overturned a ban on double-amputee sprinter Oscar Pistorius of South Africa, allowing him to compete against able-bodied athletes at all International Association of Athletics Federation (IAAF) sanctioned events. In plain terms, that means if he runs a qualifying time (he hasn't yet), then he can compete at the Olympics this August. This is groundbreaking. This is a moment. And it comes on the heels of our cover story on bionic athletes, written by my friend Eric Adelson. As Eric said in the piece ... "Let them play."

Well, now they can.


May 17, 2008

Guest Blog: Eric's Eats!

In what just may become your new favorite feature (It's mine already!), my friend Eric Adelson fills in this blog's most glaring, gaping, Dunkin Donut-sized hole: the lack of discussion of great food. Here, in his first installment, EA Sports satiates his sweet tooth ...

[Fellow guest blogger's note: "Eric is the size of a paper clip. People should know that before reading." - Lindsay Berra]

No blog is for everyone. Visitors to Alyssa's site see her as a "journalist," "author," and "adventurer." But what about "irresponsible eater"? No such luck. Photos show an active person on a trapeze, or skydiving, but never with powdered sugar on her face or on her way to a lipo treatment. So what if a reader wants to travel the world and see mountains and extreme sights while also eating like a boar? Well, my friend, that's why I'm here. (Ever notice Sen. John McCain says "my friend" when he means "subspecies whom I despise"?)

I go to some of the same places Alyssa goes, but the only risk I take is ignoring the food inspection reports. Also I'm usually on my own, so no one comments on my Neanderthal comsumption habits. So come with me as we sample the most delicious, lardiest, carbalicioius treats in the world!

Our first stop is Vancouver, site of the 2010 Winter Olympics. On the way to Whistler, I stopped downtown on a street called Denman (I think) at Original Cupcakes. Step into a wonderland of frosting and absorb the aroma of temptation. Both of the workers behind the counter are quite lovely, though on second glance it seems only one is a girl. No matter. Choose among several different kinds of cupcakes, but make sure to choose the Caramella flavor. (Don't like caramel? Get lost. No blog is for everyone.) This is a chocolate cupcake filled with caramel and topped with caramel butter and sprinkled with praline. It'll cost you $2.50 Canadian, or (roughly) $17.89 American. But they take AmEx! I decided not to take a box or even a wax paper—let's stay green, people—and instead grabbed the cupcake, stepped outside the door and ate it in three bites, with crumbs cascading down my white button-down shirt. That's what dry cleaning is for! I never made it to Whistler and never really intended to go there in the first place, but I had more fun than people who did.

May 28, 2008

Everybody's Somebody

Last week, I was in Napa, California (I know. Rough assignment.) to meet up with Olympic BMX hopeful Donny Robinson. Donny grew up in Napa and lives at home when he's not traveling to races. Although he's well known in BMX circles, he's virtually unknown to the mainstream sports world. For that reason, no fewer than five times we had this conversation ...

Donny: You didn't come out here just to interview me?
Me: Yes, Donny. That's my job.
Donny: Really? For me? I'm a nobody.
Me: Maybe not for long.
Donny: So, really ... all the way here? Just for me?

Donny's mom works at a transitional center for 19-21 year-old mentally handicapped men and women. She had asked him to come by for a visit, since he's a bit of a hometown superhero to her students. We stopped by around noon, and the class flipped out. As far as they were concerned, he was Kobe Bryant, LeBron James and Derek Jeter all rolled into one tiny, 5'5" BMX racer. They posed for photos, had him sign posters and asked him about his upcoming trip to Bejing.

Guess he's not such a nobody after all.

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May 30, 2008

34th and Madison, Part 2

[Alyssa's note: Below, I refer to Usain Bolt as one of the fastest men alive. Well, at the Reebok Grand Prix, he one-upped that title by running a 9.72 in the 100m, breaking the current world record and becoming the fastest man alive. But just when you think there can't be a cooler name-sport combo than a man named Bolt being the fastest man alive, you find out about a Russian hurdler who set a world record in the 400m hurdles in 1986—her name: Marina Stepanova.]

Yesterday was an eventful one here in NYC. I started my morning by attending a press conference at the Sheraton Hotel in Times Square. Some of the fastest men and women in the world are in town for the Reebok Grand Prix track & field meet this Saturday on Randall's Island. I spent some time talking with Tyson Gay and Usain Bolt (the Jamaican runner who recently shocked the track world by running a 9.76). These two should make the 100m race pretty spectacular. And Lauryn Williams and Veronica Campbell-Brown (also of Jamaica) should be equally fun to watch. Unfortunately, I'm going to miss the meet. But that's okay. I'm going to the Stanley Cup finals in Pittsburgh instead! (More on that in a later posting.)

Really, though, my favorite part of the press conference happened afterward, as I was waiting around before our photo shoot with a couple of the athletes. That was when a woman from Reggae TV on Long Island approached me. "Would you mind if I interviewed you," she asked. "We'd like to include you in our story." Me? Why? "Well, we all saw your calves and assumed you were running in the meet on Saturday. Are you not?"

I think you can guess my new favorite TV station.

Back at the office, we had a visit from our cover giant, Kimbo Slice. He is very big. His entourage is even bigger. He thumb wrestled editor Ryan Hockensmith and told us if he weren't wrestling, he'd love to play professional kickball. After he signed our athlete pole, his bodyguard Milan demonstrated that he could kill us all with his bare hands and ripped a six-inch-thick phone book in half (see below) at the spine. (He benches 720, by the way.)

How is anyone supposed to get work done around this place?

KIMBO POSES WITH KIMBO ...
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MILAN SHOWS OFF HIS HANDY WORK ...
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And while I'm at it, here's the video from my ride-along with IRL racer Sarah Fisher. Unfortunately, Indy didn't turn out well for Sarah and her future in the league is quite uncertain. But we're pulling for her.

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