Posts Tagged sports
samuel adams always thought running for fun was ridiculous. unless he was late or being chased by someone with a knife – he was walking. but one fine day he got inspired by steve prefontaine’s amazing story and laced up his sneakers. that’s all it took. he’s been hooked ever since and now sam wants to stir inspiration in everyone else who thinks they’ll never run strictly for recreation. sam looks a lot like pre to begin with, so he grew a sweet handlebar stache and we shot some pictures to capture the spirit of pre’s devotion to running. i have to say that i’m on the “lateness and knives” program, but after hanging with sam and hearing his story it got me thinkin about hittin the pavement myself. if you’d like some motivation to use your getaway sticks, sam will be holding meet-ups, races, fun runs and other cool stuff. check out his site: www.preliveson.com.
i got a call from espn.com to shoot will sheridan. will played basketball for villanova a few years ago and totally crushed it. the story we were shooting for was him announcing to the world he’s gay. and not like, “the flintstone’s song” kind of gay, but the “likes dudes” kind of gay. actually, he’s really happy – so i guess he’s both kinds of gay. will is a rad guy – real fun, easy goin and super easy to shoot. his new focus in life is music and he just released his first album, “ngoma.” the song “welcome to the jungle” is on ngoma and it’s been on loop in my head for the last 5 days. he has more music that’s gonna drop in the fall, so be on the lookout.
to watch and read will’s interview on espn.com, click HERE
so my friend monte isom is a photographer and he’s always got something up his sleeve. dude kills it behind the camera and his hustle skills are just as strong. on thursday the 8th of july i got a call from monte saying he had a plan in the works. the next day i was on a plane bound for the netherlands. after hanging with customs in amsterdam for six hours or so, and after BARELY making it through with our gear (that’s a crazy story within itself), i rendezvoused with monte and hung for the night. we chilled with some of monte’s rad amsterdam peoples and afterwards got some waves, winks and kisses blown at us while on a walking tour in the red light district.
instead of hookers, we got french fries. they were a lot cheaper and less likely to have STD’s. by that time it was like 2 am, and the women of the night would stroll in and out of the deli in-between clients to order their usual meals – and it totally made me giggly when one of the ladies ordered a hot dog. i got two hours sleep that night and the next morning i was on a plane to madrid. monte’s plan was to photograph the world cup fans in the public viewing areas. he would shoot in amsterdam, i would shoot in madrid and we’d put the pictures side by side to have a fans showdown. my plane landed in madrid and i went straight from the airport to the hotel – and then straight to the plaza de colonone of the many public viewing areas packed with excited futbol fans. i was kinda loopy from no sleep, but the energy of hundreds of thousands of people crammed together kept me goin. here’s what we got: at the end of the second half, the score was 0-0. when overtime kicked in, tension was thick. the ball would get close to spain’s goalie and everybody would start freaking out – then the ball would get close to the netherlands’ goalie and everybody would scream at the top of their lungs. it was back and forth for probably 10 minutes until spain scored. the crowd went totally bonkers. it was insane. completely insane. for the last few minutes, the tension got thicker and the responses got more excited. when overtime ended and spain was still in the lead, the whole city of madrid LIT UP. it was spain’s first world cup win and the most important futbol victory in spain’s history. consider this: in america we have baseball, we have (american) football, and we have basketball. some like one, some like another, some like none. we have no unified sports pride. but in spain (like a lot of other countries) the elderly, the middle-aged, the teenagers and the kids all have a dedicated love for futbol. so you can imagine that when spain won, the city went bananas. TOTALLY – BANANAS. people were yelling, people were jumping, people were hugging and crying, and everybody was happy. i ended up in the middle of a public fountain dance party with about 20,000 happy spaniards. it was an unbelievable night and i can’t believe i was there to watch it all go down. the noise that tore through the city when spain won was the same noise that was still blasting when i went to bed at 5am. i got up 2 hours later and was pretty delirious, but managed to fumble my way to the airport to catch my flight. i must have been in a time warp because i got to nyc 5 days before my checked luggage.
’bout 10 years ago these two dudes opened up a bike/skate park near my hometown in wilmington, nc called eastwood. one of the guys was don – he could do backflips on a scooter (and not a stupid razor scooter, but the real deal, big-boy scooters); and the other guy was dave, a nice guy who completely destroyed the park on his bike. and that was that. for weeks, maybe 6 weeks, he was just dave – some really nice random destroyer. turned out that his name was dave mirra, and it turned out that dave mirra was a huge name in the bmx world. and it turns out that 10 years later his name is even huge-er. so when we met up for our shoot, we had a little reminisce-session about yesteryear and the old eastwood park in wilmington. it was good to catch up and i’m glad that dave is still destroying it.
check out dave’s site HERE
dave was telling me that he was doing rally car races now and showed me pictures of his car.
when i first started skating i remember watching video of frazier killin the vert at the skatepark of tampa. and throughout the next 16 years, i’d bump into him at tampa, woodward or some random skate event in some random part of the country and the guy is still killin it. these days, me and frazier are both rocking the balding-buzz cuts with some scruff – so whenever i’m at woodward, there’s always 2 or 3 kids that come up to me as i’m skating by and ask if i’m mike frazier. i’ll say “yep” and sign their shirt. but i’ll actually sign it “maready rips!” and skate away. that’s a lie. well the last part’s a lie, anyway. last week when i was at woodward a campers mom asked me if i was mike frazier. i told her “sure am, can i sign your boobs?” see, that last part is a lie again. actually it was all a lie. it was really a camper’s dad and i never signed his boobs.
check out a few tidbits from the mike frazier legacy:
jessica lopez has been a gymnast since she was 3 years old. that’s insane. i mean, when she was learning how to tumble, i was learning to color inside the lines. but all that training has paid off and has given her a laundry list of achievements, including going to beijing for the 2008 olympics. and my coloring still sucks.