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Saturday, March 20, 2010

Saturday Big Blue Smurf Blogging: What They Said - Special How Did I Miss This Edition
Posted by Jill | 8:13 AM
This morning I was trying to find video of figure skater Johnny Weir's hilarious alter-ego, "Vyacheslav Romanov", a Russian gossip (what else?) journalist who bears an amazing resemblance to Orly Taitz (who is now running for Secretary of State in California so she can investigate Barack Obama's citizenship) to accompany the link to the story. And while clicking around, I came across this amazing article by LZ Granderson about Weir, sports, and homophobia written last month after the Olympics over at ESPN.com, of all places.

Money quote:
After all, "gay" simply means you're attracted to the same gender. It doesn't mean you're graceful on skates. If it did, the NHL should consider some rebranding.

Being gay can't mean you're overly dramatic, because Brett Favre is the biggest drama queen in all of sports, and besides, after nearly 20 years in the NFL, he's probably slapped more man booty than all the gay men in San Francisco combined. Do we question his sexuality?

Am playing devil's advocate? Of course I am. But it's not just for the sake of being a contrarian. I'm suggesting a slight paradigm shift with regard to our views of what it means to be masculine. Society adopts terms like "metrosexual" so men can clip their nose hairs in peace. Talking heads coin phrases like "bromance" so men can have real friendships. There's so much posturing and projection happening on a daily basis that sometimes I wonder if straight men suffer from the effects of homophobia more than gay men do.

Look, I know a lot of guys who love women in the Eros sense of the word but who don't follow sports and couldn't pick Kobe Bryant out of a lineup of dwarfs.

Conversely, I have a friend who once had to be physically restrained from beating the snot out of a ref during a league basketball game, and he's been with his boyfriend for more than 10 years.

These are not examples of anomalies. These are examples within the kaleidoscope of life, and if some of us would take off our black-and-white blinders long enough -- and perhaps stop acting the way we think we're supposed to act -- we might actually begin to see and appreciate the diversity within the lexicon of manhood. This philosophy isn't just about creating an environment in which it's comfortable for gay men to compete in sports. It's also about creating a space in which it's OK for straight men not to.

Word.

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Friday, March 12, 2010

Scott Hamilton, we expected better from you
Posted by Jill | 6:07 AM
I guess we should have known when Scott Hamilton appeared on The Colbert Report and referred, in a segment discussing Johnny Weir, to there having been "a lot of fabulousness" in skating for a long time.

But despite the fact that the out-and-proud Rudy Galindo skated in "Champions On Ice" (not the same tour) from 1996 to 2007 and even in the "Elvis Sk8" tour in 2002, was enough to convince International Merchandising Corporation (IMG) that a guy who isn't even out can skate on a tour without the world coming to an end. I wonder if "Stars on Ice" is going to refuse to allow women's Olympic champion Kim Yu-Na to skate because her coach, Brian Orser, is gay? I mean, if she hangs around with a gay guy, she's "family-unfriendly" by association, right? How does IMG explain the fact that Orser skated with "Stars on Ice" for years? Orser was outed by an ex-boyfriend in 1998 and skated with the tour until 2007.

Let me see if I have this straight (heh): An out gay man (Orser) can skate with "Stars on Ice" if he butches it up enough, but a an androgynous man of indeterminate sexual orientation who likes wearing sequins and makeup is somehow not "family-friendly":
GLAAD has learned from a source that wishes to remain anonymous that sponsors of the Stars on Ice Tour, which include Smuckers and IMG Entertainment, have refused to allow 3-time US National Champion and 2-time Olympian Johnny Weir to participate because they claim that he is “not family friendly.”

To say that Weir is “not family friendly” would be a clear jab at his perceived sexual orientation. Weir is extremely involved with his family. He is putting his younger brother through college, and supports the family financially because his father’s disability prohibits him from working. Weir’s dedication to his family can be clearly documented in the Sundance series, Be Good Johnny Weir, which follows him and his family and friends through his life and career as a championship skater.

Weir’s performance and costume style is sometimes considered flashier than those of other skaters, leading to questions about his perceived sexual orientation. While Weir has not officially announced his sexual orientation, he has garnered a significant amount of LGBT fans. He remains one of the most outspoken skaters today, and won an online poll asking fans “Who would you like to see guest star on Stars on Ice?”

Weir recently announced that he is taking a break from skating in order to “rework his technique.” This news does not release the Stars on Ice sponsors from asking him to participate. The door should be opened to him as one of the most influential skaters in the field today.

So what do you have to do to be "family-friendly" in sports entertainment these days? Assault a woman? Kill dogs? Take steroids? Cheat on your wife with everything that moves?

Someone please explain to me how someone who helps support his parents, mentors young skaters, and takes time for appreciation of the many young fans he has, isn't "family-friendly". At least for now, Johnny Weir is essentially closeted. Isn't that what the Christofascist Zombie Brigade wants gay men to do?

Figure skating gave Scott Hamilton chances that most people who were sickly kids never got. He's universally regarded as one of the "good guys" of figure skating. Unless he steps up and demands that Johnny Weir be invited to participate, he no longer is.

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Friday, February 26, 2010

Friday Big Blue Smurf Blogging: What They Said
Posted by Jill | 5:26 PM
Today's honoree: none other than the fabulous Johnny Weir. I'll let him speak for himself:


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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

How they do[n't] do it: figure skating edition
Posted by Jill | 4:59 AM
For those who don't understand the talk of underrotation of jumps that seems to often wreak havoc in the figure skating standings, check out this terrific New York Times interactive feature. Even the most avid figure skating viewer (at least those of us who aren't skaters) are often baffled at why deductions for underrotation take place, or why a skater is penalized for launching off the wrong edge. The linked feature not only shows you the mechanics for such underrotation, but also gives you the lowdown on who the skaters are who have been dinged most (and least) often for underrotation of jumps. Indeed, if the Olympic women's competition standings were based SOLELY on deductions for underrotation over the last four years, here's who the top three would be:

Joannie Rochette (Canada), with only 2% of jumps underrotated
Rachael Flatt (US), 3%
Carolina Kostner (Germany), 4%

Current leader after the short program, Kim Yu-Na, would be tied in 4th place with Russia's Elena Leonova and Japan's Akiko Suzuki. Only sentimental favorite Joannie Rochette, the unexpected and sudden death of whose mother sets up a textbook media "win one for the Gipper" moment for Thursday night's final, is currently in the top three.

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Monday, February 22, 2010

It isn't just the offensive costumes, it's that they stole the program
Posted by Jill | 5:15 AM
Perhaps ice dance just shouldn't have "country/folk" as its original dance theme. In this whitest event in the whitest sport, one which has seen no end of Carmens and Scheherezades and Don Quixotes as envisioned by Russian composer Ludwig Minkus and Bravehearts and Henry V's, perhaps the folk dances of indigenous peoples are best left alone. What a strange parade of hillbillies and extras from Fiddler on the Roof and flamenco dancers that was. Did it make you as uncomfortable as it made me? Even the mournful and listless rendition of "Have Nagila", though performed by Actual Real Israelis seemed kitschy.

The only reason I don't put Meryl Davis and Charlie White's Devdas program into the same category is that it isn't some white person's broad-brush interpretation of Indian folk dance; they did it right, with an Indian choreographer -- and the program has been embraced by the experts -- the people of India:

Check the statistics on the OD videos that have been posted on YouTube, and most of the views are by people in India. The program is mentioned on several Web sites celebrating Indian culture. Some of Rajendra's own friends even got e-mails from people in India, telling them they had to check out these American ice dancers.

Like most winter sports, skating isn't very big in India. But people there were impressed — and proud — that American skaters were showcasing their culture.

"This is the new world......of globalization! I am so proud of my heritage! way to go!!," one person who watched the video on YouTube wrote.

"It makes me feel good that something Indian is being shown," said Dr. Shekar Pushpala, a doctor in Indianapolis who was sent the video by a friend in India.

By the end of October, eight or nine people had sent Usman Ahmed links to the video, urging him to post it on his "My Life is Desi" Web site, which is devoted to South Asian culture.

Perhaps it's a shame that it takes white people to bring another culture into the white mainstream, but the process with Indian culture was already underway last year when a white British director's film set in Mumbai, Slumdog Millionaire, took home an armload of Academy Awards.

But then there's Oksana Domnina and Maxim Shabalin, whose "aboriginal"-themed costumes, though toned down from early-season competitions in which the flesh-colored "illusion" was much darker, giving the whole thing an even stronger air of minstrelsy, still looked like something that would be right at home in one of those racially-broad 1940's Warner Bros. cartoons.

Here's their program, and the pre-uproar costumes, from an earlier competition:



Give them credit for doing something really, really different, but I think the same effect could have been achieved with makeup and less minstrely costumes. Still, while I was watching the program, I couldn't help but have the sense that I'd seen this program before -- or something very, very similar. And indeed, we did -- in 1988. It was Isabelle and Paul Duchesnay, but it was their Christopher Dean-choreographed program, not their costumes, that created the uproar.

Here's the Duchesnays' program from the 1988 World Championships.



You decide.

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Sunday, February 21, 2010

If you watch one ice dance team tonight, make it this one
Posted by Jill | 2:42 PM
U.S. National champions Meryl Davis and Charlie White go to Bollywood:



That's the original dance you'll see tonight. Yeah, the blond hair is a bit incongruous with music from Davdas, but this is the real deal. it was choreographed with input from Anuja Rajendra, a former professional who runs an Indian dance/exercise studio in Ann Arbor, Michigan (Open one here too, please!).

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Sore Loserman
Posted by Jill | 7:01 AM
I know I keep hearkening back to Debi Thomas' Olympic figure skating experience in 1988, but what happened there is still so evocative of both the ups and downs of the Olympics, it's appropriate in so many situations. I remember after Thomas "lost" the gold medal, her father was shown in an interview talking about how she won the bronze, and that wasn't too shabby either. And he was right.

In an endeavor like figure skating, where all over the world there are kids in rinks training for this, it's easy to forget just how difficult it is to get NEAR, let alone ON, an Olympic podium. To do it is a tremendous achievement. To do it more than once is gargantuan. To win gold twice is stupendous. That's why so few have ever been able to do it. Just as on any given day, even the most brilliant pitcher can come out with nothing and give up eight runs in the first inning, any skater can under-rotate a jump, stumble on a divot in the ice, or as in the case of Japan's Nobunari Oda, break a shoelace.

How do you judge figure skating, anyway? It's the part of the Olympics that still gets the best ratings, but if it were all about jumps or school figures or whatever, without the glitz and spangles and music and dance aspects, would anyone watch it? Have you ever SEEN the compulsory dances in the ice dance competition? It's pair after pair after pair, doing the exact same moves to the exact same music -- for hours on end. That's what the other events would look like without all the frou-frou that gives sports purists fits. The new scoring system is an attempt to turn judging into something that's measurable, and for the most part it works. Only for the unimaginative does it turn into just a jumping contest, with the same opening combination jump appearing in every program. For the stout of heart, the jumps are scattered throughout the program, even into the "bonus" territory of the last two minutes of the free skate, where bonus points are added because the skater is getting tired by then. But it's about more than jumps. It's about footwork -- edge changes, use of the ice, difficulty. It's about the number of and quality of spin positions and the centeredness of the spins. Spins are supposed to trace circles, not spirals. It is NOT just about jumping, and it is NOT just about the quad.

Someone forgot to tell Evgeni Plushenko about this however. The 2006 champion is busy tarnishing his own stellar career by insisting that no matter what the judges said, HE is the true champion and Evan Lysacek is a poseur:
U.S. figure skater Evan Lysacek just wanted to enjoy the Olympic gold medal he never expected -- but always wanted -- hours after his upset victory over Russian Evgeni Plushenko in the Olympic men's figure skating competition Thursday.

Instead, Lysacek spent Friday enduring attacks on the legitimacy of his title from Russians and others upset both with his tactical approach and the judges' decision to give him a narrow victory over the 2006 gold medal winner.

Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin sent Plushenko, who claimed the silver medal, a telegram telling him his "silver was as good as gold" and he "performed the most accomplished program on the Vancouver ice." Russian commentators decried the result, and two-time Olympic silver medal winner Elvis Stojko said in a column for Yahoo that Lysacek's skate wasn't "Olympic champion material" and "the judges made a mockery" of the event by rewarding Lysacek.

The debate centered solely around the fact Plushenko executed a quadruple jump and Lysacek did not. Bronze medal winner Daisuke Takahashi tried one, but fell attempting it and fell out of contention for the gold.

Lysacek contends that his nearly perfect program featuring eight triple jumps and complex spins, footwork and transitions topped Plushenko's more-wobbly effort with the quad and seven triples.

Plushenko fueled the controversy by wagging his index fingers in the air when he finished Thursday, then complaining about the judges' decision to put him 1.31 points behind Lysacek.

"You can't be considered a true men's champion without a quad," Plushenko told Russian state television, according to Reuters.

"For someone to stand on top of the podium with the gold medal around his neck by just doing triple jumps, to me it's not progress; it's a regress because we've done triples 10 or even 20 years ago," Plushenko said, according to Reuters. "Just doing nice transitions and being artistic is not enough because figure skating is a sport, not a show."

It's hilarious to see a Russian skater talking about figure skating being a sport, after decades of Russian judges, coaches, and skaters saying it's exactly the opposite. And it's appalling that Evan Lysacek, who by any measure was spectacular in winning his gold medal, should have to "defend" his win, as the headlines everywhere are indicating he must because Plushenko is so arrogant that not only is he unwilling to recognize his own achievement of two trips to the Olympic podium (something not even Brian Boitano did), but he flies in the face of decades of Russian figure skating philosophy.

To the extent that Plushenko may have a beef with the judging, it's in the e-mail in which U.S. judge Joe Inman passed on remarks that Plushenko himself made about his focus on jumping to other international judges:
Plushenko freely admits this flaw in the transitional moves — footwork, choreography and musicality — that link his soaring triple axels and quadruple toe loops. At a news conference last month, referring to himself and Brian Joubert of France, Plushenko said, “We don’t have any transitions, because we focus on our jumps.”

He also suggested that judges could prop up skaters under the new scoring system, just as in the old 6-point system, by inflating their “component” scores, the equivalent of the old artistic marks. This added to the suspicion by some that exaggerated artistic marks were given to Plushenko at the recent Russian and European championships.

Joe Inman, an influential American judge who helped write the rules for component scores, passed along Plushenko’s remarks in an e-mail message to friends, including some fellow judges. The e-mails were detailed in The Globe and Mail of Toronto. In them, Inman wrote that despite Plushenko’s admission of weakness in transitions, “The judges seem to miss what he is saying.”

Inman also wrote, “We as judges should think about what we saw before putting that mark down.”

In a telephone interview Thursday, Inman, who is not a judge at these Games, said he was not trying to influence the outcome of the men’s competition at the Vancouver Olympics.

“It was innocuous,” he said. “I wasn’t telling people how to judge.”

Except that is not how his remarks were interpreted by the Russians and the French, who detected a full-blown North American conspiracy against European skaters.

Perhaps Inman should have known better. If there is a chance to twist words in this sport, they will be contorted like a skater’s body during a Biellmann spin.

Didier Gailhaguet, the president of the French figure skating federation, told the sports newspaper L’Equipe, “This proves the North American lobby is under way.”

Didier Gailhaguet is a perfect exampe of "Pot, meet kettle", since it was he was one of the masterminds of the infamous Pairs Judge-Fixing Foofarah of 2002 and is only recently back from a three-year suspension. So there may be a certain amount of payback attempt there.

But that isn't what Plushenko is arguing here. Instead of calling for an investigation of possible judge-fixing, he focuses exclusively on the quad. But as the New York Times nicely notes here, the quad is NOT necessary to win, and hasn't been necessary to win since it first appeared.

Evan Lysacek won the gold medal with hard work, technical flawlessness, enough flailing around to please the judges, and a shrewdly-constructed program designed to work with the current judging system, not the old one under which European and the skaters of the old Soviet Union did so well -- ironically, one which emphasized artistry over athleticism.

Plushenko has nothing to be ashamed of, or at least he didn't until this week, when he dethroned Nancy Kerrigan at the top of the leader board of Highly Touted Skaters Who Ended up with Silver.

Debi Thomas' father had it right twenty-two years ago. It's too bad Plushenko can't see it that way.

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Friday, February 19, 2010

The USFSA is thrilled beyond measure today
Posted by Jill | 5:13 AM
The USFSA, of course, is the United States Figure Skating Association. The reason they are thrilled is that after years of fretting that the uncategorizable Johnny Weir was becoming the face of U.S. men's figure skating, and decades of fretting about skating's reputation as a "gay sport", the USFSA's dream has finally come true -- they finally have a straight male who is Olympic figure skating champion.

Unfortunately, because of NBC's putting its video behind the Silverlight wall so that you have to go along with Microsoft dipping into your computer any time they want to in order to update it, I can't post video of the performances last night. But while you have to be pleased with the way Evan Lysacek got it together at this competition after falling apart in Torino four years ago, there was something magical about what Johnny Weir presented last night.

It can't be easy being Johnny Weir. Of course it takes guts to take your sport's greatest fear and turn it on its ear with every move you make, and it takes a hell of a lot of guts to do the training required to be an elite-level skater, no matter how much fur and high heels you like to wear. I think Weir had long since gotten over any idea that he would win a medal at these Olympics. But after finishing the short program in sixth place, with eventual bronze medalist Daisuki Takahashi fall on his face in his opening jump, and watching the other long-shots like Stephane Lambiel stumble badly in their programs, the door was certainly open for Johnny Weir.

Lysacek and Plushenko both did what was expected of them. Lysacek came out like the warrior he's been painted as in the media, and while I'm not fond of the flailing stiff arms that hetero skaters like Canada's Elvis Stojko regard as "masculine", he looked like a guy who would put a blade two inches into your skull if you got into his way. If you wanted butch from an American skater, you got it last night. You also have to keep in mind that this guy is over six feet tall, and it's impossible to fathom how hard it must be for something who creates that much wind resistance to get enough lift and rotation to do a triple axel.

Plushenko strutted out there like the defending champion he is, and frankly, I thought he did better here than he did in the short program, even if his program seemed in places as if a conscious decision had been made to put some Weirisms into the program. When Plushenko was done, he clearly thought he had nailed it, and in fact the decision could have gone either way. But while I have no beef with Plushenko as a skater, his smug certainty had me fervently rooting for Lysacek to prevail in the scores, if only to wipe that smug smirk off his face, something that occurred not long afterwards, at the medals ceremony, where I almost felt badly for him. Plushenko is the last elite men's event skater of the old Soviet system that cranked out champions out of its sports factory, and going out in a blaze of silver wasn't exactly what he had in mind. He wasn't exactly a gracious second-place finisher, either:


and...

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/olympics_blog/2010/02/for-lysacek-celebrity-whirlwind-starts-fast.html

For Plushenko, though, the performance was not a complete disappointment. He had landed the quadruple jump, which requires four full rotations and is the hardest jump in the sport. He had added a third Olympic medal to his booty.

“I said I would be happy with second, third or even fifth place after not skating for three and a half years before this,” he said. “So this is not bad, not bad at all.”

Still, he and his coach, Aleksei Mishin, continued to say that male skaters who did not try the quad were basically wimps. Their theory is that no-quad performances are setting the sport back at least a decade. Mishin said “a real champion should execute quadruple jumps.” Plushenko hinted that Lysacek’s performance was subpar.

“If the Olympic champion doesn’t know how to jump a quad, I don’t know,” Plushenko said. “Now it’s not men’s figure skating. It’s dancing. Maybe figure skating needs a new name.”


Ever heard the Aesop's fable about the fox and the grapes, there, dude?

But while Plushenko and Lysacek skated like warriors, giving the judges what they wanted, and even showing some personality, Johnny Weir, whom the judges only moved up one place into a fifth place finish, ripped his heart out of his own chest and his soul out of his body and put it out there for the entire world to see. Why one very small bobble on a spin wasn't offset by beautiful jumps at the end of the program (in the "bonus zone", as described by Scott Hamilton), I have no idea, except that it's clear that figure skating judges didn't want to give a medal to a guy with his own reality documentary series who's been filmed in a bathtub wearing a blonde wig and glasses, looking (and sounding) alarmingly like Orly Taitz, calling himself a pussy on the ice in a mock interview with his "best friend" about himself.

While the scoring system has changed for the better, so that a skater who makes a mistake early in the program is allowed to compensate for it later on, it's clear that the people who do the scoring haven't changed one iota. For while Johnny Weir may love all things Russian, and may skate like the Balanchine balletic Russian skaters of the old Soviet system, that system has collapsed. And you can skate a program that moves people to tears now, and the scoring system can still be rigged in the free program so that you can still lose the bronze to even marginally more "macho" skaters who fall on their faces.

And so the USFSA finally has the straight male as champion that they can put forth to a nation in which there are any number of sports with various degrees of macho that young boys can choose. And as good as he was, I don't think Evan Lysacek is going to be able to hold a candle to the awesome and adorable Shaun White in terms of über cool. But whatever. Frank Carroll, looking hardly different over two decades after Chris Bowman drove him to distraction and watching his skaters win silver (Linda Fratianne and Michelle Kwan) and bronze (Tim Goebel), finally has his champion.

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Psssst....Hey journalists....the Cold War is over...
Posted by Jill | 5:27 AM
There are few things that underscore this country's status as a fading empire than the continuing obsession in Olympics coverage with the medal count. Counting medals was a Very Big Deal during the Cold War, as if the number of Olympics medals a bunch of kids brought home was going to tilt the balance of power between two nations.

Today, there's no Cold War, Olympic athletes are emblazoned with corporate logos, and does it really matter how many medals American athletes bring home, especially in a world where any athlete can compete for just about any country? I don't follow skiing or other Olympic sports that much, but when Kim Yu-na, the South Korean favorite to win the gold medal in the women's figure skating event lives in Canada and is coached by Canadian Brian Orser; and Johnny Weir is coached in Wayne, NJ by Oksana Baiul's old coach, Galina Zmievskaya and her son-in-law Viktor Petrenko, who has his own gold medal and was himself one of the last beneficiaries of the old Soviet system; the whole concept of medal counts saying something about a country has been turned on its ear. It was all horsepuckey anyway, especially the more we learned about East German doping and other scandals.

So why does every news update about the Olympics start with crowing about the U.S. medal count? And why does Jere Longman in the New York Times, who's been around long enough to be able to string two coherent thoughts together, realize that smugness about an end to Russian domination of pairs skating when a Chinese pair in their thirties won the gold medal, is just a wee tad ironic?
China won its first Olympic figure skating gold medal on Monday when Shen Xue and Zhao Hongbo took the pairs title at the Vancouver Games. Their countrymen, Pang Qing and Tong Jian, took the silver medal. A German pair, Aliona Savchenko and Robin Szolkowy, won the bronze.

“My belief is, records are set to be broken,” Zhao said. “I think this is the embodiment of the Olympic spirit and the attraction of the Olympic Games.”

The best the Russian pair of Yuko Kavaguti and Alexander Smirnov could manage was a distant fourth after a shattering performance in the free skate.

“We were prepared for this sad moment,” Oleg Vasiliev, a 1984 Olympic pairs champion with his partner, Elena Valova, and now a coach, said after Sunday’s short program. “Still, it hurts the heart.”

The breakup of the Soviet Union essentially cost Russia a generation of pairs skaters, Vasiliev and other coaches said. The pipeline of government funding — free flowing in the sports-as-propaganda time of communism — began to dry up. Rinks closed to be transformed into other business, like car dealerships and shopping malls. Some top coaches left to work in the United States, where they could be assured of teaching private lessons and getting paid.

As the social safety net became frayed with the unraveling of the Soviet Union, “Many people had so little money, they had a choice — buy bread or put their kids in activities like skating or other sports,” Vasiliev said. “We went through a messy situation. Unfortunately, we now have a gap.”

Vulnerability became apparent when dual golds were awarded to a Canadian pair at the 2002 Winter Games during the judging scandal in Salt Lake City. The gap began to show dramatically in pairs skating after the 2006 Winter Games in Turin, Italy. It has now reached the point that the top Russian women’s pairs skater, Kavaguti, is a native of Japan. She modified her family name of Kawaguchi after gaining Russian citizenship.

“This is the kind of leftovers from what we had,” said Tamara Moskvina, Kavaguti’s coach, who has tutored four previous Soviet/Russian pairs to Olympic gold medals. “It is a weak generation.”

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The Chinese victory was seen by many as a democratizing milestone. Debi Thomas, who won a bronze medal in women’s skating at the 1988 Winter Games in Calgary and is now an orthopedic surgeon, said, “Given that I’m a Chicago Cubs fan, there’s hope.”

Ingo Steuer, coach of the German bronze medalists and the winner of a similar medal competing in pairs at the 1998 Winter Games in Nagano, Japan, said, “It’s good for the sport to see someone else on the list.”

Vasiliev agreed that it was healthy that “other countries can see it is possible to win; it adds geography to the sport.” Yet Russia is not conceding anything.

It will host the 2014 Winter Games in Sochi and plans to return to the top of the podium. Public and private funding are on the rise, rinks are opening regularly, parents can increasingly afford lessons and some top coaches have moved back home.

“Unfortunately, we only have a few pairs who are competitive internationally,” Vasiliev said. “The rest are still young with not much experience. But we hope by the next Olympics we can get our gold medal back.”

I can cut Debi Thomas some slack for having a sizable emotional investment in seeing someone...anyone...who isn't Russian stand at the top of the podium. I always thought some of it was because she was black in this whitest of sports. But when she fell apart after two-footing her opening triple-triple combination in 1988 and finished with "only" a bronze after Katarina Witt preened and flirted her way through a nothing-special free skate to capture the gold and Canada's Liz Manley skated the program of her life to win the silver, you'd have thought by the press coverage that Thomas had sold nuclear secrets to the Kremlin. Today a bronze medal is treated like a medal, but back then, her bronze medal was regarded as a crushing defeat.

Given the increasing influence of China on the world stage, and given that China is essentially propping us up by buying our debt, it seems silly ato be crowing about the achievement of Shen Xue and Zhao Hongbo, two Chinese skaters in their thirties who really are that good, as if it were still the early 1980s and "the fall of Russian pairs skating" means anything to international relations at all.

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Saturday, February 13, 2010

2010 Winter Olympics - Skate This, Bitchez
Posted by Jill | 4:24 PM
Well, after the tragic and unnecessary death of a Georgian luger and the weird opening ceremonies capped by a bizarre malfunctioning Olympic cauldron lighting that looked like giant flaming erections, the quadriennial bacchanalia of athleticism, clean-scrubbed Whitelandia good looks, hype, and marketing known as the Winter Olympics has begun.

Today has been ski jumping and speed skating, though I have yet to see anyone wearing a Colbert Nation logo. But while I enjoy watching the "Those Guys Are Fucking Crazy" spectacle of the Winter Olympics (somewhat less so this year now that the Fucking Craziest sport of all has endured the live and endlessly replayed demise of one of its own), for me the Winter Olympics has always been about figure skating. It has always been so, long before Tonya Harding had Nancy Kerrigan whacked in the knees (and really....admit it...didn't you have a kind of perverse satisfaction when that happened? Don't you remember that awful woman on the news shrieking about how The Beauteous Nancy was Our All American Girl!!! -- confirming the worst nightmares of every girl who was stocky, or had frizzy hair, or a big nose, or for that matter grew up in a trailer park and fought her way to the top tier, becoming the first American woman to land a triple axel -- that there was ONLY ONE standard of beauty and for some strange reason it was Irish?

Sorry about that...but figure skating always brings out one's inner bitch. I know Kerrigan just suffered the tragic loss of her father after a fight with her brother, but she WAS a homewrecker after all, and.....see what I mean? It just HAPPENS.

Skating fans are kind of crazy like that, because figure skating is in many ways like a high school in which EVERYONE is in the theatre club. It's really a shame, too, because if you've ever put on a pair of skates and tried to do anything beyond tootling around a rink, you know that for all the spangles and the drama, this sport is really damn hard. I put on a pair of $195 Riedell boots and $100 Pattern 99 blades at the age of 38 and took lessons from the founder and director of the Ice Theatre of New York in exchange for database and desktop publishing work. I got as far as left-crossovers, and could not for the life of me go the other way, let alone do anything else. I finally put out my old skates for pickup day last year, with the blades rusted from the nor'easter of 2007, unwanted even by anyone on Freecycle. But while my experiment in skating is over, I do know a lutz from a toe loop from an axel; I know what the back leg position of a layback spin is supposed to be, and I know how hard all that fancy footwork is.

But let's face it: Isn't skating about the drama; about the stories, about who's sniping at whom? The bitch factor in skating reached its apex at the 2002 Olympics with the infamous judge-fixing scandal, which resulted in a new scoring system that rates skaters on what they actually do. It took me a while to understand the new system, but now that I know what it is, I actually prefer it. Gone are the days when a Debi Thomas two-foots a triple-triple combination at the opening of a free skate and knows that her gold medal chances are gone.

Figure skating aficionados, judges, and hangers-on are never satisfied with anything less than a jumping machine that also looks like a Balanchine ballerina...unless it's the men's singles event, in which case you have to lock your elbows and throw your arms around, lest you be seen as "effeminate." If you're a jumping machine like returning 2006 gold medalist Evgeni Plushenko, they're bitching because you aren't an artist:
The cold war ended two decades ago, except somebody forgot to tell the people involved in figure skating. The East German judges are long gone, the Soviet bloc has been dismantled, but obsession, paranoia and conspiracy still rule. If skating didn’t exist, Robert Ludlum would have invented it.

“This sport is so political, nobody trusts anybody,” said George Rossano, an American expert on the arcane and controversial points-based scoring system.

The latest controversy centers on Yevgeny Plushenko, the defending Olympic men’s champion from Russia. He retired, then made a comeback for Vancouver, where he is favored to win a second gold medal. There is no better leaper in the world. Plushenko jumps like a teenager at a horror movie.

He is also fast and calm under pressure. And in the words of Dick Button, the 1948 and 1952 Olympic champion, “He has enough chutzpah to fill the Grand Canyon.”

Still, there are drawbacks to Plushenko’s skating: footwork and artistry. This is a guy who could use a few lessons at Arthur Murray. It was the same problem that Tom DeLay had on “Dancing With the Stars.” Both men have terrific charisma, but would be well advised in the future to avoid rhinestones, bolero jackets and the cha-cha.

Plushenko freely admits this flaw in the transitional moves — footwork, choreography and musicality — that link his soaring triple axels and quadruple toe loops. At a news conference last month, referring to himself and Brian Joubert of France, Plushenko said, “We don’t have any transitions, because we focus on our jumps.”

He also suggested that judges could prop up skaters under the new scoring system, just as in the old 6-point system, by inflating their “component” scores, the equivalent of the old artistic marks. This added to the suspicion by some that exaggerated artistic marks were given to Plushenko at the recent Russian and European championships

And if you're an artist, they bitch about that too, especially if your name is Johnny Weir:
Many relish his ornate, unapologetic style, while others believe the glitz has overwhelmed the skating, making his chances for an Olympic medal as slippery as the ice itself. Underlying every move of Weir, a three-time national champion, is this question: What are the obligations of a skater who must play to the crowd and the judges?

That tension is evident in the way Weir, 25, skates and talks. He is enamored of the classic Russian style, yet sometimes he can appear more burlesque than Bolshoi. He wants to be “an athlete my country can be proud of.” At the same time, he said: “You’re putting on a show; you’re putting on a performance. I feel like that every day when I walk out of my house.”

When he walks into the rink each day, Weir wants his coach, Galina Zmievskaya, to say, “Look at you.” She has taught him to walk “like you’re the king,” head up, shoulders back, not seeing anyone, only the objective ahead — “the end of the carpet that’s been rolled out for you.”

Weir said: “My obligation has always been to bring the artistic side of my sport out. Jumps are jumps, and everybody can do those jumps. But not everybody can show something wonderful and special and unique and different.”

He is not particularly interested in making skating more mainstream or masculine, Weir said. No need to grab the average N.F.L. fan. “I wear pink,” he said. “I have no problem where my sport is as far as our fan base.”

Johnny Weir is a blog post all by himself, because you either love him or hate him. My old friend Mark Lund from my days as a skating hanger-on has problems with Weir's style of skating, and indeed his overall style, but Weir is nothing if not fascinating. He's taken a lot of heat from the gay community for not coming out and saying he's gay, but I'm not convinced that he is. In fact, after a few episodes of Be Good Johnny Weir, I'm beginning to think that there's gay, straight, bisexual, and Johnny Weir. I may be wrong, but I think it's entirely possible that Johnny Weir is neither gay nor straight, but something else entirely...maybe we should just call it "fabulous"? It's an ambiguity he seems to relish for the sheer joy of fucking with people's heads:





Historically the women's final has been the marquee event, but with little drama and backstory other than the fact that China, Japan and South Korea are now what the Eastern Bloc countries used to be -- finely-tuned sports machines cranking out one perfect skater after another, it's the men's event that's the most interesting -- and has the strongest lineup. It doesn't matter, though, where the Olympics hype machine is concerned, that Evgeny Plushenko may try a quad-quad, or about Stephane Lambiel's costumes, or whether Tomas Verner can manage to put together a clean freeskate, or if Japan's Nobunari Oda mounts a great comeback from a DUI suspension. Just as the Battle of the Brians and the Dueling Carmens was the big story of 1988, this year's big story is going to be the mutual sniping of the ferociously straight "warrior" Evan Lysacek, who conspicuously dates the drop-dead gorgeous ice dancer Tanith Belbin, and the aforementioned Johnny Weir. It's really a shame, too, because there's another skater on the men's team who for my money strikes the perfect balance between the athleticism of the jumps and the interpretation of music, and that's the nearly-ignored 2-time U.S. Men's Champion, Jeremy Abbott. The seraphic-faced Abbott doesn't get involved in the whole yin/yang of the social policy drama that's been enacted by Lysacek and Weir since they were twelve. All he does is pick interesting music, and then go out and do things like this:



...and this:



Coverage of figure skating starts with the Men's event on Tuesday from eight to midnight Eastern Standard Time.

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Thursday, January 24, 2008

Thursday Music Break - special Figure Skating Season Edition
Posted by Jill | 7:27 AM
The media may be trying to turn competition for the gold at the U.S. Men's event at this week's U.S. figure skating championships between the excellent but dull Evan Lysacek and the flamboyantly pansexual Johnny Weir as the Second Coming of the Battle of the Brians, but I say they don't make skaters like Kurt Browning anymore. Granted, these are post-eligible exhibition performances, but it sure does make one wonder what would have been had the early 1990's Bowman/Browning rivalry gotten the same hype as the Two Brians did a few years earlier:







And if you want to see something impressive, here's the same performance eleven years later (yes, that is still Kurt Browning, not Scott Hamilton):





I can't do that. Can you?

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Friday, January 11, 2008

R.I.P. Christopher Bowman
Posted by Jill | 6:28 AM
Last winter I did a few posts about my former obsession and still guilty pleasure, televised figure skating. This week, the siren song of high-definition television led me to sit through treacle like a rebroadcast on one of the VOOM channels of not just an entire hour of skating to the music of Seal, but two hours of Kristi Yamaguchi Friends and Family with music by some preposterously cute multiracial kid I never heard of from High School Musical whose name I've forgotten, and three surprisingly and refreshingly zaftig divas called the Cheetah Girls who seem to be a similarly big hit among the tyke set.

Aside from the miracle of the now-44-year-old Brian Boitano still being able to do all those huge triple jumps, the other jaw-dropper was watching all these skaters I used to watch during my most obsessive period who not only haven't aged a day in fifteen years, but some of whom now look almost younger than their own kids. 36-year-old Ekaterina Gordeeva not only hasn't aged a day since 1994, despite witnessing a husband drop dead right on the ice, but daughter Daria, now a leggy fifteen-year-old who's the spitting image of her father only with better teeth, is a damn fine skater in her own right.

Long missing from these tours of veterans from the heyday of televised figure skating; the days of the Battles of the Brians and the Carmens in the 1988 Olympics, and the overexposure the "sport" received in the aftermath of the infamous Nancy Kerrigan/Tonya Harding knee whacking incident has been Christopher Bowman. As Dick Button noted before this short program at the 1988 Olympics (perhaps the high point of Bowman's career), "If he ever gets around to devoting himself full-time to it, he could be an astounding skater":



Americans have always been ambivalent about male figure skaters. In a country where hockey means that a kid who loves to skate is more likely to pick up a sport that involves hitting a puck (and other players) with a stick than to put on a spangled costume and take ballet lessons, Bowman was a rarity. In 1988, the sexual ambiguity of Brian Boitano and Canadian rival Brian Orser (who has since been unwillingly outed) was offset by the ferocious heterosexuality of Christopher Bowman. In hoping to remove the impression of figure skating as a "gay sport", American figure skating circles put its hopes in the cute kid from Hollywood with the "million dollar feet and the ten-cent head" who had already been branded as "Hans Brinker from Hell" by skating pundits, as Boitano's successor. But with Christopher Bowman, as with so many other athletes who have risen through the ranks of their sports loaded with potential but unable to overcome their personal demons, the "ten cent head" won out. As you can see from the commentary in this video of Bowman's long program at 1988 Skate America, Bowman was painfully aware of the expectations the sport was placing on him:





This program may look easy by today's standards, but the triple axel was a huge deal in 1988. Note also the reference to Bowman saying he started skating at age five because he was an "overactive child". It's hard to believe that as recently as 1988, the prevailing wisdom about what we know now as ADHD extended solely to putting skates on the kid. With the perspective we have today, it's pretty clear that Bowman's problem extended far beyond a simple overabundance of energy, because not even competitive figure skating tould tame the scattered mind that inhabited the skater's body.

After a disappointing 4th place finish at the 1992 Olympics and a seven-year professional career, Bowman became a coach in Los Angeles, appeared as a commentator on a few skating broadcasts, married and had a daughter. In the rare occasions when you'd read about him, you'd gasp at the bloated figure teaching kids to skate. Then you'd recognize Christopher Bowman behind all the flesh, and for a while it seemed as if he'd finally gotten his act together.

In recent years, Bowman seemed to drop off the face of the earth. Even his own official web site seems to have been abandoned years ago. He had become one of those "Whatever happened to....?" footnotes until he was found dead in a cheap motel room in Los Angeles shortly after noon yesterday:

"He just passed away in his sleep," Bowman's mother, Joyce, told the Detroit Free Press, which first reported details of his death, according to The Associated Press. "His friend told me that he was fine. He just went to bed and didn't wake up."

The cause of death was under investigation, said Lt. Joe Bale, adding that a full examination should take place this weekend. However, signs pointed to a "possible overdose," Bale said.


Even if it turns out Bowman's death wasn't caused by an overdose, it's clear that too many years of hard living and too much cocaine use had taken a toll. The irony is that despite his best efforts to live fast, die young, and make a good-looking corpse, he hung on too long to achieve the last two, and not long enough to get his head together. One wonders if he was ever evaluated for adult ADHD, and what would have happened if he had.

There are some quotes on Bowman's web site that seem to encapsulate Christopher Bowman in a nutshell:

"Either lead this sport, follow this sport, or get out of the way."


"It's not what you can afford to have but what you can afford to lose."

"The skater whose effort is going nowhere, generally gets there."

"Be nice to other skaters on the way up, for you may see them on the way down."

"Beware of the skater who has nothing to lose."


As for me, I'd rather remember Christopher Bowman this way:



(Updated 1/15/08 in response to a comment to enclose "ten cent head" in quotation marks. The expression is a play on a line from Bull Durham and is in no way intended to make light of mental illness. Stories about Bowman's death have since been updated to reveal that Bowman had sought treatment for bipolar disorder shortly before his death. Thanks to commenter "ceci" for pointing this out.)

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