Anyone here read sports literature? Particularly auto/biographies about sporting icons?
"Straight Shooter" by Matthew Lloyd is probably my favourite. I'll admit that I'm biased because I'm a big fan of the man himself, but his work is surprisingly erudite.
This book is the story of a kid driven by a fear of failure to climb the highest peaks in football. A young man who taught himself how to achieve a zen-like state of mind when kicking for goal, to become an astonishingly accurate full forward.
It is a personal account of how he had to come to terms with a new coach, who as a previous player himself, envied Lloyd and dismantled his career in a clandestine fashion. Yet as the established captain of the Essendon Football Club, he continued to be a loyal servant to a club plagued by political scheming.
It contains an brutally honest account of how he nearly, but fairly almost made an opposition player a paraplegic. Society's hatred towards him as a direct result of the incident forced him into early retirement.
Above all, it is a fascinating read about an astonishing career from a man who is a Straight Shooter in more ways than one.
I don't understand. You post this every day, and nobody ever understands or cares what you're on about. Is this a meta troll? Some kind of smear campaign by the Indo spy agency to turn literate 4channers against Australians?
In the month that I was out with the heel injury, we lost to West Coast in Perth, drew with Brisbane at the MCG, gave the Saints their first loss of the season and then got smashed by Freo in Perth. The reality was that even though we were hanging on to 8th spot, we weren't playing well enough to deserve it, but we were pretty desperate to play a final and the other contenders were struggling too.
There was no effort made to rush me back into the team, but our medical staff thought I would be fit enough to play in Round 22. We were in the 8 going into the round, but either Port or Hawthorn could overtake us and we were playing the Hawks. If we won, we were in the finals, and if Hawthorn beat us, they were in, unless Port had a massive win. So it was a huge weekend and a big game to come back for.
I went into the game still in a fair amount of pain. I reckon I was seventy percent fit, but the finals were on the line and I wanted to help my team get there. I also wanted to lead Essendon one more time in a big game at the MCG. I had never captained a team into the finals. We were in the 8 and I wanted to make sure we stayed there.
Buddy Franklin had been suspended the week before for the contentious shirtfront on Ben Cousins, so he wasn't there. Jarryd Roughead had gone infor surgery that week, which left Beau Dowler as the Hawks' key forward. I felt that, on paper, we had a really good shot at the game.
Early in the match, I knew I couldn't make any second or third efforts because I had a sharp pain in my heel every time I went for the footy. After four weeks out, I had lost a fair bit of match fitness too. It was such a frustrating injury but I tried my best to make an impact. At half time we were down by four goals and playing insipid football.
In the rooms, instead of doing our usual cool-down, Knighta got us together in front of our lockers. He was angry, and so he should have been as we were terrible. He didn't individualise but he went pretty hard at us as a team, saying, 'With so much at stake, what a poor performance.' I copped a bit of a stare, as did a lot of other blokes.
As we walked up the race to get back into it after half time, we were trying to pump ourselves up. Nathan Lovett-Muray, who loved it hard on the footy field, looked at me and said, 'I know you're struggling a bit here, but I reckon you've got to show more physical presence. Do something strong as the captain of this team.'
I was heavily restricted by my heel injury but I wanted to inspire the team. Sam Mitchell is a great clearance player who often gets the ball out the back of a stoppage, so I thought I'd try to run off the line at the bounce and lay a big bone-crunching tackle on him....
At the bounce, I headed straight for Mitchell but the ball went in the other direction. Spike won the clearance and dribbled the ball forwards towards me.
Brad Sewell was running to collect the ball, which was right in between us. I charged towards the ball, but saw that he was going to get to it first, and I realized I had a split-second decision to make. Should I bump or tackle him? He hadn't taken possession of the ball at that stage, so I decided that I would try to hit him down the middle of the body with a hip-and-shoulder.
I braced myself for a bump, getting down as low as I could as I wanted to take him out fairly. I understood the rules, and I knew what had happened with Buddy the week before. But I couldn't get down low enough - Sewell had his knees bent and was bending down over the ball. My shoulder connected with the side of his ace and the rest of me hit him down the front. He reeled back and Paddy Ryder gave him a bit of a slam tackle to the ground as he fell.
I knew straightaway I'd got the execution horribly wrong. His fingers were stiff and tight as he was falling to the ground, like they were reaching to the sky, and I realized it was going to be on for young and old between the two sides before he'd even hit the ground. Mitchell was the first to get to me, and he was in my face shouting, 'That's not on! It's just not on! I can't believe you've done that!' I'd never heard a crowd react like they did, even at the 'line in the sand' game years earlier. The Essendon supporters loved it, while the Hawks supporters had another reason to hate me.
Campbell Brown, Michael Osborne and Luke Hodge were all on their way towards me too, but a few other scuffles started around me and they never got through. When I saw a replay afterwards, I reckon Fletch saved me, as his big Inspector Gadget arms seemed to knock everyone over around me when he was coming to my assistance. I think Campbell Brown bumped heads with Nathan Lovett-Murray, and so he went off the ground with blood running down his face. He was turning around and pointing at me, and I knew there would be a fiery end to the afternoon.
When the Essendon team finally got together in a huddle as they were carrying Sewell off, Spike said 'That was inspirational!' Everyone was geeing each other up now - 'Come on! Let's get into this, they're one short!'
I was in another world though. 'What have I just done?' I thought. 'What's the day going to hold for me now?' MY season was over, as I knew I'd get rubbed out for the hit for sure. I also knew I didn't really want to play for Essendon anymore, and so I figured I had two quarters left of my Essendon career - and, more than likely, my AFL career...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP88NmsN_rA (vid of incident)
Just as we were about to go out to our positions, I made a promise to myself. 'Whatever happens here, I'm putting my head over the footy. I won't pull out of any contest of be intimidated by anyone.' As it turned out, I won a couple of free kicks just by playing the ball, as the Hawks were certainly hitting me hard. Chance Bateman actually knocked me out at one stage with a bit for a round-arm and he copped a one-week suspension for it.
We got a run on when we resumed. The Sewell incident seemed to inspire my teammates as we kicked the next six goals unanswered, but I had no further influence on the game. When it became clear we were going to win, I started to wonder if I'd be better off on the bench - I wasn't sure what Luke Hodge or Jordan Lewis or Campbell Brown might be capable of. But I decided there was no way I would walk away from a challenge.
When the siren rang, we had won by seventeen points and we were in the finals. I ran over to Brad Sewell on the bench. I wanted to see that he was okay, but as soon as I saw him I knew he wasn't - he had black eyes and his face was swollen. He was great, though, and he said 'That's fine mate - that's footy.'
When I went back over to my team, the boys were all pretty happy, knowing they'd be playing a final. I was still a bit rattled, though.
After every win, we would give mini footballs to young fans in the crowd. Making a silly mistake, I picked out a Bombers fan who was sitting near the race, right next to the Hawthorn rooms. After giving him the footy, I turned around and saw the whole Hawthorn team and officials heading in my direction.
'I'll look them in the face at least once,' I thought to myself, 'and then I'll look away.' I locked eyes with Alastair Clarkson and lip read 'You weak dog!' or something like that. 'You'd better come back and play next year, because we'll get you.'
Clarkson started heading towards me, and there's no doubt he was looking to get physical. He was pretty fired up and very emotional. Mark Evans, Hawthorn's footy manager, was holding him back.
Don't mind me, posting the best book you'll ever read in relation to sports.
implying that's a sport and not a bloody masturbation spectacle, you probably think goose pulling is a sport too
anyway the correct answer is Pierce Egan's Boxiana
It's a sport because it's physical. It's more than a sport because you face death every time you "play".
No comparison to goose pulling possible. Goose can't kill you. Bullfighting is a whole different sport, but it's probably dead now.
It's still a great book, though.
The right way for bullfighting is this:
When you kill the bull, you should be within range of being killed yourself. That's what a good bullfighter does. Bad ones stay safe.
Facing death is the whole point of bullfighting and that's pretty unique.
>whines about bullfighting
>eats at McDonald's
Trust me, bulls would rather die in the arena than in the slaughter house. The guy in the arena has the guts to kill him himself and actually takes the risk of being killed as well. This is more honor than you give any animals when you eat a burger.
Veggies tend to think animals would be immortal if we didn't kill them, and that animals killing other animals is OK.
Flash news: animals would rather be killed humanely by humans than clawed and fanged to death by a furious animal.
I don't mind veggies when they're smart, but some of them say the fuckest of things.
that whining you heard was yourself when you read my post which contained no whining, only ever eaten McCancers shitty fries anyway
put your swords and spears away little cowards and go bull running instead
Nah, the whining was clearly yours. I can hear it in your every word.
Besides, you don't need to eat McDonald's to benefit from animal abuse and death: buying anything anywhere does the same. Everything is interconnected, there's animal abuse in everything you use. Whine some more.
You don't seem to realise that bull running is just the foreplay to bullfighting and that the bulls run to the arena. Also, if you can run, you have nothing to fear from bull running.
>running away from a bull
Only a moron like you would imagine that fighting a bull to the death is more cowardly than running away from it.
I agree that the statistical ideas used by hal the MLB now aren't feasible.
I also agree that a book about niche statistical analysis in a closed game system is propaganda for utilitarianism. I also agree that it is propaganda for neoliberalism, which I think is what you meant, but basically I agree with all your good opinions.
I didn't. I can understand your sympathy for players of old mate but Lloyd would have fucked him up. I won't deny Doc was probaly mentally tougher in that he would have faced more adversity during his life, but that was a long time ago.
Come to think of it, I've watched the 1965 grand final and doc was weak as piss.
How in the fuck is this thread still alive?
A book about an Australian sportsman?
Come on, /lit/?
You do realize the greatest sportsman who ever lived was Australian?
Players get payed in ever league, even I get a match payment. That doesn't mean the VFL was professional. It doesn't matter that it was the most watched league, there were better players in the three other states.
Oh yeah I played for St Marys a few times during my off season. I'm only 31 but body can't handle it any more and have too many commitments. Had a run with Bendigo Gold at start of the year but got injured in first praccy so I said fuck it that's it.
If by 'tough' you mean fights, then our bush leagues have enough of that. So do they scoobies in the good leagues. But the blokes in bush leagues can't run for shit. It's piss easy to dominate a league like that if you're not a girl who can't take a hit. I wouldn't call them soft if they play on gravel ovals.
What? I'm sorry, OP, but do you think "literature" just refers to any piece of writing or something? I mean I know there's a secondary definition which includes everything like pamphlets, but this board is clearly not intended for AIDs pamphlets, OP.
'Straight Shooter' may be a book, and it may be a particularly interesting or entertaining book, but it's certainly not "literature."
Excuse my autism, /lit/, but this shit just pisses me off and I'm using you as my personal blog :^) (you should feel v speshul)
Firstly, lose your prejudice. There have been great works on this particular subject and sport is an art in itself.
Secondly get your finger out of your arse. Same inane threads posred about moral dilemmas and whatnot which have "literally" nothing to do with literature but are accepted here.
Don't be such a stuck up cunt just because that football player fucked some chick you were in "love" with sibce you were 7.
If you would kindly turn your attention to the 4chan home page you may note that this board is listed in the 'other' section. Therefore one can only interpret that this board encompasses the entirety of the definition "literature"
Wait, what? I don't have any problems with football players, anon, I just don't think this book belongs here (isn't that why we have a text board "/books/?"). I don't see why you are being so hostile, Mr Tripfag. And as far as the moral dilemma aspect is concerned, /lit/ is a de jure literature board and a de facto philosophy board (but not a de facto "I like this book, so let's talk about it here" board). Not to even mention the vast amounts of overlap in literary and philosophical writing.
I'm not even talking about the fact that it's non-fiction, it's just obnoxious when people think all writing is "literature" when it has no place here.
"Other" doesn't mean anything, RC. Take your non-literary books to /b/, if you'd like because they don't belong here.
Not what "I" want it to be, it's just what the board was designated for (and I just happen to adhere to that). My "wanting" it to be a certain way directly aligns with the board's intended creation. That's like getting mad at someone and claiming that they're a hypocrite for thinking that /o/ ought to be only about automobiles and not all modes of transportation.
Your lack of understanding doesn't make me a hypocrite, anon.
Actually, I'd like to redact that last analogy about >>>/o/. I thought it was "automobile," not just "auto." So I guess it could be automotive also.
Anyway, I guess I'll just say that what you're doing is like getting mad at someone who only wants political subjects posted on /pol/ and not all the anti-Semitic bullshit.
Who is getting mad here? This thread has been up for 4 days, with mostly myself posting in it. At least 30 other threads have been deleted in that time. Sports Literature has a place here anon whether you like it or not.
Fuck off idiot this isn't about memes. I genuinely want to see the neckbeards of /lit/ read some sports literature. If they participated in sports their quality of life would increase ten fold. Nietzch was a betamensche. At least I'm trying to guide you to become something more than that.
damn man, you've got issues
sitting down and posting the same terrible thread isn't changing shit, because you're basically incompetent at communicating with other people
you must be one deeply boring person irl
>no no I play sport I'm alpha!!!!
naw you sad lil man, get out of my face
>one of the more remarkable human beings to walk the planet
nah man, you usually need to have actually achieved something tangible in your life to to be "remarkable"
as it is, you just sit around reading terrible sports fiction ("literature" would be generous) and flail around for attention
sit down, man
You're not giving a great name to Australians on 4chan mate.
And no, I think you have to be deeply interested in the particular sport to begin with to find 'sports literature' at all interesting, making it kind of hard to get into.
I read one of the Specky Magee books back in primary school when I thought I was going to be some kind off superstar, but it was pretty average.
Nearly every autobiography by a sports star is massively ghostwritten because there's only so many knocks to the head you can take before you start losing literary ability.
There is, quite remarkably, a difference between reading sport's literature and playing sport. I for one do and I'm sure many others /lit/ goers play sport. Sport's literature, as you state, is not going to "inspire" anyone here to go play sport in the slightest. Why on earth would anyone here subject themselves to the musings of some dumbarse bogan like Shane Warne? Why would anyone feel inspired after reading something like that? Obviously there are exceptions and admitadley, I did find the excerpts you posted here interesting enough, but I hardly felt like kicking the footy about after. Also, you really need some background in AFL do understand what the hells going on, so I'm uncertain as to why you'd post that as "inspiration" to a primarily Americo-centric image board.
Do you really feel the need to buy into Australian sport's culture that much? Do this country a favour and promote some intellectualism.
And baisically what >>5197284 said.
>Do you really feel the need to buy into Australian sport's culture that much? Do this country a favour and promote some intellectualism.
Tis not us I believe should buy into it. If anything I believe the government puts too much funding into sports.
My primary goal is not to promote AFL, but get these stupid fucking neckbeard cunts to do some exercise for once, and maybe read something other than 'God is not great' for a change.
If I'm giving Australians a bad name then so be it. We have enjoyed a great reputation abroad, and it is time we were judged on our merits instead of our brand.
Sure they are, neckbeard.
You have to be careful for saying 'gay' in that context though...
OP, sports books are shit. I say this as someone who plays footy.
Straight Shooter by Matthew Lloyd, for one. I've read biographies of Adam Gilchrist, Imran Khan, Muhammad Ali, Matthew Hussey, Nathan Buckley, Paul Kelly, Ben Cousins, David Foster and some others.
It's considered a sport. No one cares about the definition the quarterback at your college came up with while giving you a swirly freshman year.
Also, Stephen Hawking couldn't play chess unless someone moved the pieces for him. If we're allowing proxy participation, he could potentially play any sport.
Nobody fucking considers chess a sport, it's a board game.
Well, nerds consider chess a sport because they're desperately in need of compensation, but nobody else is going to give in to their butchering the English language.
>Chess as a sport rapes the English language.
>the only acceptable definition of a word with multiple meanings is the one involving physical activity
I think you're the one raping English, since you're attempting to force yourself upon it for your own perverse pleasure.
>an activity involving physical exertion and skill in which an individual or team competes against another or others for entertainment.
I will allow a qualifier of "nerds need it to be a sport for compensation purposes" for chess, but there must also be a warning about going playing "sports" with really dweeby looking individuals.
No, I'm just going with ease of communication actually -- board games are board games, video games are video games, and sport is sport (you know, tennis, football, and all that sort of stuff?)
Aussie rules would be okay if they had a ball instead of an egg, and also a field instead of an egg.
>Aussie rules is a ripoff of GAA
I'm going to need a source on that, mick
>oval ball is dumb as fuck, takes precision from the game
Mate kicking an oval ball and bouncing it with precision takes years of practice, and in a game situation it becomes even more difficult.
Anyone can kick a round ball, and there's hardly any pressure in Gaelic because you can't get tackled. You're deluded if you think Gaelic requires more skill.
I will concede that NFL is more badass than GAA, but then the Irish come up trumps again with hurling which is the king of games (sucks I was born in the wrong part of the country though). Shit's literally swordfighting only with teams and a ball. And before you start, icehockey is fucking stupid and them bitches pad up like fuck.
I don't imagine much of a difference between them where skill is concerned tbh. Most good GAA players go to Aus for the money that's in Aussie rules, after all. And I don't really have an opinion at all, just throwing digs again, lol. I do love GAA though.
It wouldn't be as good because you wouldn't see a titanic wrestle between the forwards and backmen as the ball is in the air, then have the forward emmerge triumphant as he clutches the mark with one arm, and using the other to fend off the beast behind him.
yah I love the titanic wrestle...but I love the forward emerging triumphant even more...I guess you could say I'm a big fan of all the parts of footy, but especially the titanic wrestle and the forward emerging triumphant. and heck, you couldn't have either of those without the one handed marks.