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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 3, 2024 17:34:56 GMT -5
San Fran's PacBell/AT&T/Oracle Park is the most beautiful ball park. I haven't visited that many ballparks besides Yankee Stadium but that one was amazing.
Rizz riding a motorcycle is badass. 
Didn't you hurt your knee riding your motorcycle though?
Re-injured my knee and hurt my shoulder - but I wasn't "riding" my motorcycle; I was trying to load it into a Hertz truck when we were moving from California. Essentially, a Seinfeld episode of not honoring a reservation. Sarah had reserved (three weeks in advance) a 27-foot moving truck three minutes from my home. The night before I was to pick it up (right about 9:00 PM), Hertz called to say they were out of trucks, though I had a confirmation and reservation and had already paid. If I still wanted a truck, I had to drive three and a half hours to Antioch to pick one up at 7:00 AM! Sarah wasn't doing well - we thought it was her MS, but it turned out to be her cancer had returned (we would find that out five months later), so I didn't want her to have to travel with me so early all the way to Antioch and then drive back by herself. So, I decided to ride my motorcycle, carrying my straps and come-a-longs in my backpack to lock down the bike in the back of the truck. When I arrived in Antioch, the truck they had for me would not maintain oil pressure, so they gave me an older truck with a modified ramp, which was only about six feet long rather than twelve or fifteen feet (probably augmented for the steep streets in San Francisco). There was no way I could get the motorcycle (1600 cc) into the back of the truck even when four other patrons attempted to help. So, I had to try to drive it up the ramp, as there were no depressions or even a ditch to try to lessen the grade. Essentially, I crashed head first (with no helmet - it was in the cab of the truck) into the back of the truck, like I was a clown shot out of a cannon. My motorcycle, which didn't have a scratch on it, was ruined. An ambulance was called but I refused to go to the hospital, having to drive back home, load the truck, and drive to Iowa the next morning. Sarah had already arranged for a hotel and plane flight back ( I had to make five trips to and from CA). The best part was that when the inspectors went to investigate my complaint, the shortened ramp was no where to be found having been replaced by a brand new twelve-foot ramp. Sarah once asked how I was able to load and unload five moving trucks on one leg. I told her it was all rage - I was so angry at Hertz and wrecking my motorcycle, my adrenaline never stopped until we were all moved. I was also in pretty good shape back in 2015 from playing tennis regularly - and essentially a decade younger than now. Incidentally, on the way to unload the first truck, I found that our realtor in Iowa had sold our house out from under us to another couple for less than we paid. So, I had to leave five truck loads of our belongings at five different places in different parts of Iowa, until I would find us another home. So, I actually had to move everything a second time weeks later, while Sarah stayed in Minnesota with her father and our three dogs and two cats. Then, Uhaul tried to sue me for a missing moving truck that I left at the airport in Des Moines - as arranged - on my last flight to CA to get Sarah and our animals and drive them to Minnesota. Eventually, they found the truck, but not before threatening and initially charging me for the value of the missing truck. Years later, when I was moving in Texas, Uhaul refused to rent a truck to me because their computer claimed I had neglected to return the last truck I rented from them. It took two days for me to find the receipts in boxes to once again prove that I had indeed returned the truck to the airport in 2015. You cannot buy that kind of luck, Kaybli! Where are Pipps and Desousa when I need a drink...  I hate to acknowledge this Rizz, but there are some problems even alcohol can't alleviate. Not many, but a few, and this would appear to be one of them. Faced with that situation, my personal solution would have been to take my Sig Sauer P320 and blow my brains out. All seriousness aside (as Steve Allen used to say), that really amounted to cruel and unusual punishment. I'm just happy you're still around to recount it for us. It's not easy for that many things to go wrong in short order. |
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Post by 1955nyyfan on Mar 3, 2024 17:41:18 GMT -5
San Fran's PacBell/AT&T/Oracle Park is the most beautiful ball park. I haven't visited that many ballparks besides Yankee Stadium but that one was amazing.
Rizz riding a motorcycle is badass.
Didn't you hurt your knee riding your motorcycle though?
Re-injured my knee and hurt my shoulder - but I wasn't "riding" my motorcycle; I was trying to load it into a Hertz truck when we were moving from California. Essentially, a Seinfeld episode of not honoring a reservation. Sarah had reserved (three weeks in advance) a 27-foot moving truck three minutes from my home. The night before I was to pick it up (right about 9:00 PM), Hertz called to say they were out of trucks, though I had a confirmation and reservation and had already paid. If I still wanted a truck, I had to drive three and a half hours to Antioch to pick one up at 7:00 AM! Sarah wasn't doing well - we thought it was her MS, but it turned out to be her cancer had returned (we would find that out five months later), so I didn't want her to have to travel with me so early all the way to Antioch and then drive back by herself. So, I decided to ride my motorcycle, carrying my straps and come-a-longs in my backpack to lock down the bike in the back of the truck. When I arrived in Antioch, the truck they had for me would not maintain oil pressure, so they gave me an older truck with a modified ramp, which was only about six feet long rather than twelve or fifteen feet (probably augmented for the steep streets in San Francisco). There was no way I could get the motorcycle (1600 cc) into the back of the truck even when four other patrons attempted to help. So, I had to try to drive it up the ramp, as there were no depressions or even a ditch to try to lessen the grade. Essentially, I crashed head first (with no helmet - it was in the cab of the truck) into the back of the truck, like I was a clown shot out of a cannon. My motorcycle, which didn't have a scratch on it, was ruined. An ambulance was called but I refused to go to the hospital, having to drive back home, load the truck, and drive to Iowa the next morning. Sarah had already arranged for a hotel and plane flight back ( I had to make five trips to and from CA). The best part was that when the inspectors went to investigate my complaint, the shortened ramp was no where to be found having been replaced by a brand new twelve-foot ramp. Sarah once asked how I was able to load and unload five moving trucks on one leg. I told her it was all rage - I was so angry at Hertz and wrecking my motorcycle, my adrenaline never stopped until we were all moved. I was also in pretty good shape back in 2015 from playing tennis regularly - and essentially a decade younger than now. Incidentally, on the way to unload the first truck, I found that our realtor in Iowa had sold our house out from under us to another couple for less than we paid. So, I had to leave five truck loads of our belongings at five different places in different parts of Iowa, until I would find us another home. So, I actually had to move everything a second time weeks later, while Sarah stayed in Minnesota with her father and our three dogs and two cats. Then, Uhaul tried to sue me for a missing moving truck that I left at the airport in Des Moines - as arranged - on my last flight to CA to get Sarah and our animals and drive them to Minnesota. Eventually, they found the truck, but not before threatening and initially charging me for the value of the missing truck. Years later, when I was moving in Texas, Uhaul refused to rent a truck to me because their computer claimed I had neglected to return the last truck I rented from them. It took two days for me to find the receipts in boxes to once again prove that I had indeed returned the truck to the airport in 2015. You cannot buy that kind of luck, Kaybli! Where are Pipps and Desousa when I need a drink... Rizz, I live near Antioch, small town called Martinez. Joe D. used to live in Martinez for awhile, ran into him in a Safeway once. |
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Post by inger on Mar 3, 2024 17:44:25 GMT -5
Re-injured my knee and hurt my shoulder - but I wasn't "riding" my motorcycle; I was trying to load it into a Hertz truck when we were moving from California. Essentially, a Seinfeld episode of not honoring a reservation. Sarah had reserved (three weeks in advance) a 27-foot moving truck three minutes from my home. The night before I was to pick it up (right about 9:00 PM), Hertz called to say they were out of trucks, though I had a confirmation and reservation and had already paid. If I still wanted a truck, I had to drive three and a half hours to Antioch to pick one up at 7:00 AM! Sarah wasn't doing well - we thought it was her MS, but it turned out to be her cancer had returned (we would find that out five months later), so I didn't want her to have to travel with me so early all the way to Antioch and then drive back by herself. So, I decided to ride my motorcycle, carrying my straps and come-a-longs in my backpack to lock down the bike in the back of the truck. When I arrived in Antioch, the truck they had for me would not maintain oil pressure, so they gave me an older truck with a modified ramp, which was only about six feet long rather than twelve or fifteen feet (probably augmented for the steep streets in San Francisco). There was no way I could get the motorcycle (1600 cc) into the back of the truck even when four other patrons attempted to help. So, I had to try to drive it up the ramp, as there were no depressions or even a ditch to try to lessen the grade. Essentially, I crashed head first (with no helmet - it was in the cab of the truck) into the back of the truck, like I was a clown shot out of a cannon. My motorcycle, which didn't have a scratch on it, was ruined. An ambulance was called but I refused to go to the hospital, having to drive back home, load the truck, and drive to Iowa the next morning. Sarah had already arranged for a hotel and plane flight back ( I had to make five trips to and from CA). The best part was that when the inspectors went to investigate my complaint, the shortened ramp was no where to be found having been replaced by a brand new twelve-foot ramp. Sarah once asked how I was able to load and unload five moving trucks on one leg. I told her it was all rage - I was so angry at Hertz and wrecking my motorcycle, my adrenaline never stopped until we were all moved. I was also in pretty good shape back in 2015 from playing tennis regularly - and essentially a decade younger than now. Incidentally, on the way to unload the first truck, I found that our realtor in Iowa had sold our house out from under us to another couple for less than we paid. So, I had to leave five truck loads of our belongings at five different places in different parts of Iowa, until I would find us another home. So, I actually had to move everything a second time weeks later, while Sarah stayed in Minnesota with her father and our three dogs and two cats. Then, Uhaul tried to sue me for a missing moving truck that I left at the airport in Des Moines - as arranged - on my last flight to CA to get Sarah and our animals and drive them to Minnesota. Eventually, they found the truck, but not before threatening and initially charging me for the value of the missing truck. Years later, when I was moving in Texas, Uhaul refused to rent a truck to me because their computer claimed I had neglected to return the last truck I rented from them. It took two days for me to find the receipts in boxes to once again prove that I had indeed returned the truck to the airport in 2015. You cannot buy that kind of luck, Kaybli! Where are Pipps and Desousa when I need a drink... Rizz, I live near Antioch, small town called Martinez. Joe D. used to live in Martinez for awhile, ran into him in a Safeway once. Buying coffee, I presume?… |
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Post by 1955nyyfan on Mar 3, 2024 17:45:42 GMT -5
Rizz, I live near Antioch, small town called Martinez. Joe D. used to live in Martinez for awhile, ran into him in a Safeway once. Buying coffee, I presume?… Actually he was with grandson buying doughnuts....... |
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Post by 1955nyyfan on Mar 3, 2024 17:48:16 GMT -5
Buying coffee, I presume?… Actually he was with grandson buying doughnuts....... And before you ask, no I did not bang on the food conveyor belt or make loud noises to see if I could disrupt his concentration. |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 3, 2024 18:27:01 GMT -5
Re-injured my knee and hurt my shoulder - but I wasn't "riding" my motorcycle; I was trying to load it into a Hertz truck when we were moving from California. Essentially, a Seinfeld episode of not honoring a reservation. Sarah had reserved (three weeks in advance) a 27-foot moving truck three minutes from my home. The night before I was to pick it up (right about 9:00 PM), Hertz called to say they were out of trucks, though I had a confirmation and reservation and had already paid. If I still wanted a truck, I had to drive three and a half hours to Antioch to pick one up at 7:00 AM! Sarah wasn't doing well - we thought it was her MS, but it turned out to be her cancer had returned (we would find that out five months later), so I didn't want her to have to travel with me so early all the way to Antioch and then drive back by herself. So, I decided to ride my motorcycle, carrying my straps and come-a-longs in my backpack to lock down the bike in the back of the truck. When I arrived in Antioch, the truck they had for me would not maintain oil pressure, so they gave me an older truck with a modified ramp, which was only about six feet long rather than twelve or fifteen feet (probably augmented for the steep streets in San Francisco). There was no way I could get the motorcycle (1600 cc) into the back of the truck even when four other patrons attempted to help. So, I had to try to drive it up the ramp, as there were no depressions or even a ditch to try to lessen the grade. Essentially, I crashed head first (with no helmet - it was in the cab of the truck) into the back of the truck, like I was a clown shot out of a cannon. My motorcycle, which didn't have a scratch on it, was ruined. An ambulance was called but I refused to go to the hospital, having to drive back home, load the truck, and drive to Iowa the next morning. Sarah had already arranged for a hotel and plane flight back ( I had to make five trips to and from CA). The best part was that when the inspectors went to investigate my complaint, the shortened ramp was no where to be found having been replaced by a brand new twelve-foot ramp. Sarah once asked how I was able to load and unload five moving trucks on one leg. I told her it was all rage - I was so angry at Hertz and wrecking my motorcycle, my adrenaline never stopped until we were all moved. I was also in pretty good shape back in 2015 from playing tennis regularly - and essentially a decade younger than now. Incidentally, on the way to unload the first truck, I found that our realtor in Iowa had sold our house out from under us to another couple for less than we paid. So, I had to leave five truck loads of our belongings at five different places in different parts of Iowa, until I would find us another home. So, I actually had to move everything a second time weeks later, while Sarah stayed in Minnesota with her father and our three dogs and two cats. Then, Uhaul tried to sue me for a missing moving truck that I left at the airport in Des Moines - as arranged - on my last flight to CA to get Sarah and our animals and drive them to Minnesota. Eventually, they found the truck, but not before threatening and initially charging me for the value of the missing truck. Years later, when I was moving in Texas, Uhaul refused to rent a truck to me because their computer claimed I had neglected to return the last truck I rented from them. It took two days for me to find the receipts in boxes to once again prove that I had indeed returned the truck to the airport in 2015. You cannot buy that kind of luck, Kaybli! Where are Pipps and Desousa when I need a drink... I hate to acknowledge this Rizz, but there are some problems even alcohol can't alleviate. Not many, but a few, and this would appear to be one of them. Faced with that situation, my personal solution would have been to take my Sig Sauer P320 and blow my brains out. All seriousness aside (as Steve Allen used to say), that really amounted to cruel and unusual punishment. I'm just happy you're still around to recount it for us. It's not easy for that many things to go wrong in short order. I actually left out some things, Pipps. On that first trip, Sarah had given me cash to eat along the way. As soon as I left California, I stopped in Nevada to get gas, and my credit card would not work, so I had to use my meal money to fill up the truck. Visa had shut down my card when I tried to fill up the truck in another state. Safety precaution. It took me hours of telephone calls and the next day for them to reinstate my card. I was starving having had to use the cash for fuel. Then, on my second trip from CA to IA, the Hertz truck broke down on the hottest day of the year in Nebraska. I had to wait until the next day for a mechanic, who of course could not fix it. Only when it was confirmed that the the guy could not fix the truck would Hertz send a tow truck to pick up the lifeless truck and bring me another moving truck. Then, I had to move everything from one tow truck to the other. At that point, I was still fighting with Hertz to pay for my hotel and per diem. After two days, they agreed to pay for the hotel and meal money. I was in a constant state of rage and pain, as my knee and shoulder and head were killing me from the wreck. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 3, 2024 19:05:01 GMT -5
I hate to acknowledge this Rizz, but there are some problems even alcohol can't alleviate. Not many, but a few, and this would appear to be one of them. Faced with that situation, my personal solution would have been to take my Sig Sauer P320 and blow my brains out. All seriousness aside (as Steve Allen used to say), that really amounted to cruel and unusual punishment. I'm just happy you're still around to recount it for us. It's not easy for that many things to go wrong in short order. I actually left out some things, Pipps. On that first trip, Sarah had given me cash to eat along the way. As soon as I left California, I stopped in Nevada to get gas, and my credit card would not work, so I had to use my meal money to fill up the truck. Visa had shut down my card when I tried to fill up the truck in another state. Safety precaution. It took me hours of telephone calls and the next day for them to reinstate my card. I was starving having had to use the cash for fuel. Then, on my second trip from CA to IA, the Hertz truck broke down on the hottest day of the year in Nebraska. I had to wait until the next day for a mechanic, who of course could not fix it. Only when it was confirmed that the the guy could not fix the truck would Hertz send a tow truck to pick up the lifeless truck and bring me another moving truck. Then, I had to move everything from one tow truck to the other. At that point, I was still fighting with Hertz to pay for my hotel and per diem. After two days, they agreed to pay for the hotel and meal money. I was in a constant state of rage and pain, as my knee and shoulder and head were killing me from the wreck. Holy Cow Rizz. That sounds like a Clark Griswold type of trip. It does make for great stories, though. Whenever something comes a cropper on one of our trips, I always tell my wife that this will make a great story when we get back. She never buys into it, but I still keep telling her that. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 3, 2024 19:24:23 GMT -5
Most are aware of the Giants fan who was almost beaten to death at Dodger Stadium. I don’t know if fights in the stands have become more commonplace or just more widely publicized because of cell phone videos & the internet. There’s a well-known video of a Rockies fan being KO’d by a Padres fan at Coors Field. Pretty vicious…I won’t post it, but anyone can google it. Arriving late and leaving early is absolutely true of many Dodger fans…not so much for the fans in the (relatively) cheap seats. Although I’ll admit it’s been quite a while since I’ve been to Dodger Stadium…one of my most memorable was the ’74 WS when the A’s beat the Dodgers. When I lived in SoCal Anaheim Stadium was my go-to ballpark, for obvious reasons. I still usually go out there to catch a few games when the Yanks are in town, which this year will be in late May after a series vs Padres at Petco. We always make a visit to at least one, usually two ballparks during our summer road trips when the Yanks are visiting. It’ll be relatively easy this year since the Yanks come here in early April, then San Diego/Anaheim in May. PNC (Pittsburgh) has been on our list for quite some time…had it & Progressive (Cleveland) scheduled, and tix bought in ’22 but had to cancel. Not sure when we’ll get back to that part of the country. As for the use of the word “stadium”…I prefer “ballpark”. Stadium sounds more like a football venue to me. When I attended games in California, my favorite ballparks were San Francisco's PacBell/AT&T/Oracle Park (not Candlestick) and San Diego's Petco Park (not Jack Murphy). Though they were not cathedrals of architecture, I nevertheless enjoyed seeing the Yankees play at Anaheim (stupid beachballs) and Oakland (knowledgeable and friendly fans), even though the Coliseum was made for football. The first MLB game I attended in California was Dodger Stadium. Of all of the venues, fights seemed obligatory at Dodger games - often multiple fights in different parts of the stands at a single game. Too many thugs and fans of uniforms rather than devotees of the game of baseball. The stereotype of arriving late and leaving early was definitely evident. More annoying were the number of attendees who spent the entire time (five innings) talking to friends behind them or constantly on their phones - hardly ever glancing at the game on the field. Leaving Dodger Stadium is a great time for a picnic. Essentially, one way out and one way in - horrible traffic. The easiest in and out is Petco. It took me nineteen minutes to leave my seat to entering my hotel room - and I drove to the game. Of course, if you have a room at the Omni, you can walk from inside the hotel straight into the ballpark. The fastest trip from my home to a game was riding my motorcycle to Oakland - though there's always the problem of carrying my helmet while lugging nachos, a hot dog, and a large drink to my seat. San Francisco - prior to its demise - was one of my favorite cities, and the ballpark's views and relaxing atmosphere are definitely worth it, though the Garlic Fries are a bit overrated. Of course, Candlestick Park is the only place I ever had to buy a sweatshirt during a ball game - and I did that twice. And, I love cold weather. Funny how we've all had similar experiences at Dodger Stadium. But with all of that, I still loved going to games there. For one thing I always arrived very early, and that helped the traffic situation. And by staying until the end of the game, it didn't take quite as long to inch your way out of that horribly-designed concentric circle parking lot so you could go sit on the 110 Freeway listening to Vin do the post-game show. I always advise baseball fans to go there -- hopefully Kaybli is making his plans next time he visits his brother. With all the hassle, it's a classic venue. Yeah, The Stick sucked. I just couldn't believe it could be that cold, but I was wrong. The Giants played their first two years in San Francisco at Seals Stadium, which was in the Mission District and was where Joe D., Tony Lazzeri, Lefty Gomez and other great players played in the Pacific Coast League. That park was considered cold and blustery, and the move to Candlestick in Hunter's Point was suppose to alleviate that. Somebody didn't do their homework. I can't stand to think about what is happening to San Francisco. The most beautiful big American city and one of the most beautiful in the world. It's like a slow-motion suicide. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 3, 2024 19:41:02 GMT -5
We always make a visit to at least one, usually two ballparks during our summer road trips when the Yanks are visiting. It’ll be relatively easy this year since the Yanks come here in early April, then San Diego/Anaheim in May. PNC (Pittsburgh) has been on our list for quite some time…had it & Progressive (Cleveland) scheduled, and tix bought in ’22 but had to cancel. Not sure when we’ll get back to that part of the country. As for the use of the word “stadium”…I prefer “ballpark”. Stadium sounds more like a football venue to me. Sounds like a great travel plan. As for the Yanks "Stadium" designation -- when YS1 opened in 1923, capacity was 58,000, and quickly shot up to 82,000 in 1927, gradually settling into the high-60s/low 70s before the "remodeling." When they left the Polo Grounds after the 1922 season, the capacity there was 34,000, although the Giants increased it to 55,000 in 1923 to compete with Yankee Stadium. Other than that, the largest venue at the time was Braves Field in Boston, which could seat about 40,000. So that's probably why Jacob Ruppert decided "Stadium" matched the grandeur of his creation. Your remark about Stadium sounding more like football is reminiscent of George Carlin's classic bit on the differences between baseball and football. |
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Post by inger on Mar 3, 2024 19:44:50 GMT -5
Buying coffee, I presume?… Actually he was with grandson buying doughnuts....... To dip in his coffee, I presume?…🤓 |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 3, 2024 19:50:47 GMT -5
RUDY YORK The only player to open his career with two 30-plus HR seasons in the pre-expansion era, he hit 35 in his rookie season 1937 then 33 in 1938. Hank Greenberg had been the Tigers’ first baseman since 1933. York was brought up as a catcher, but in his first full season at that position, 1938, his 10 passed balls led the majors. Greenberg ended up in OF with York at 1B.Because of that, Greenberg was given $10,000 to vacate first base for York. York set the record with 18HR in August of 1937. That figure stood for 6 decades until Sosa hit 20 in June in 1998. Sigh. Yet another record falls to cheating… Rudy York clearly made an impression on baseball fans of our parents generation, because I often heard his name come up. Probably in large part because of those first two years you noted (although he was a seven-time All Star.) My favorite Rudy York quote, from his Tiger teammate Billy Rogell -- "I roomed with this goddamn Rudy York. He was the silliest bastard I ever met in my life. All night long that goddamn phone was ringing. He knew every whore in New York." |
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Post by azbob643 on Mar 3, 2024 19:54:17 GMT -5
Sounds like a great travel plan. As for the Yanks "Stadium" designation -- when YS1 opened in 1923, capacity was 58,000, and quickly shot up to 82,000 in 1927, gradually settling into the high-60s/low 70s before the "remodeling." When they left the Polo Grounds after the 1922 season, the capacity there was 34,000, although the Giants increased it to 55,000 in 1923 to compete with Yankee Stadium. Other than that, the largest venue at the time was Braves Field in Boston, which could seat about 40,000. So that's probably why Jacob Ruppert decided "Stadium" matched the grandeur of his creation. Saw the Mets play in the Polo Grounds their 1st year. What a weird, weird place... |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 3, 2024 20:19:11 GMT -5
Sounds like a great travel plan. As for the Yanks "Stadium" designation -- when YS1 opened in 1923, capacity was 58,000, and quickly shot up to 82,000 in 1927, gradually settling into the high-60s/low 70s before the "remodeling." When they left the Polo Grounds after the 1922 season, the capacity there was 34,000, although the Giants increased it to 55,000 in 1923 to compete with Yankee Stadium. Other than that, the largest venue at the time was Braves Field in Boston, which could seat about 40,000. So that's probably why Jacob Ruppert decided "Stadium" matched the grandeur of his creation. Saw the Mets play in the Polo Grounds their 1st year. What a weird, weird place... The Bathtub! You can still see the contours of the place from Coogan's Bluff. And 250 feet down the right field line. I love those old photos where you can see both Yankee Stadium and the Polo Grounds. |
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Post by inger on Mar 4, 2024 0:16:35 GMT -5
Devon White was one of only five Jamaicans to play in MLB. Here’s the entire cast: www.baseball-reference.com/bio/Jamaica_born.shtmlOne of Whites shining moments was in the 1992 World Series, and it would have been a triple play if replay was available today. Here’s: the catch:
And some pics of the tag that was the would be third out:  And  … |
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Post by 1955nyyfan on Mar 4, 2024 10:07:37 GMT -5
Devon White was one of only five Jamaicans to play in MLB. Here’s the entire cast:
Possibly, because their best athletes are drawn to bobsledding which I hear is a popular sport in the country.
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