Saturday, April 10, 2010


Here’s the thing that makes life so interesting,
the theory of evolution claims only the strong shall survive.

Maybe so,
maybe so.

But, the theory of competition says,
just because they are the strong doesn’t mean they can’t get their asses kicked.

That’s right.

See, what every long shot, come from behind, underdog will tell you is this;
the other guy may in fact be the favorite,
the odds may be stacked against you, fair enough.

But, what the odds don’t know is this isn’t a math test.
This is a completely different kind of test.
One where passion has a funny way of trumping logic.

So, before you step up to the starting line,
before the whistle blows and the clock starts ticking,
just remember out here,
the results don’t always add up.

No matter what the stats may say,
and the experts may think,
and the commentators may have predicted,
when the race is on all bets are off.
Don’t be surprised if somebody decides to flip the scrip,
and take a pass on yelling uncle.

And then suddenly,
as the old saying goes,
we got ourselves a game.


BIG JIM said...

On any given Sunday....

Human Wrecking Ball said...

All I know is; I feel crappy, I have been riding like shit and not enough, and I am nervous as hell. Situation normal. This is a well written post which I am sure I will enjoy around 9pm tomorrow.

BIGWORM said...

Just for the record, I borrowed this passage, just as the title says. I still enjoyed it, though!

Spanish Mackerel said...

Shoot for par and let the birdies and bogies fall where they may.

Mark said...

well borrowed Chris, well borrowed

bikechain said...

All I know is view the world in orange colored glasses.

juancho said...


Anonymous said...

on the bike we are all winners, of course some of us win better than the rest

Anonymous said...

hmmm, I say if you need this Rudy bullshit type of peptalk, your pussy must hurt. I pull up to the starting line I look to the left I look to the right then I laugh because I know, thats right I know I am going to beat those cock suckers. You either race to win or work the water station, you go up thinking, oh I might have a chance, I might be able to beat the Guche well you already have lost, get your tounge out of the Guche's ass and race.


BIGWORM said...

Well, TP, you do have a point, to some degree. In the case of this race, my head definitely was not in the game, and when I tripped over this passage, I looked for hope. The hope was not there, and my lap times reflected that, and then some.

No worries, though. While I dig being competitive, I'm not defined by it, so no great loss in my loss that Sunday.

I've watched a thousand podium interviews in mx, sx, cycling etc, and my wife always says they sound so cocky. I feel they need that level of confidence to succeed at that level, so in that manner, I follow your argument.

However, that "I know that I'm gonna whip their ass" mentality comes off as shit talk to me. Never been too good at shit talk like that. I prefer to let my riding do the talking. Sometimes I've got something to say, sometimes, not so much. Sunday, the speech was lacking, but I guess in my head I knew that when I put up this post.

Now while I've enjoyed the puzzle, I'm quite curious to know if we know one another, TP. What gives? To what, or to whom, do I owe the the pleasure of you visiting my little piece of interweb space?

Anonymous said...

Yes Dude you know me, you had me feeling bad until I read the talking shit line, then ROTFLMAO. you not a shit talker? that's like saying a brother don't eat ribs.

BIGWORM said...

OK, so clearly you know me, but I'm still stumbling around in the dark here...

Anonymous said...

do you recall a group trip to the mtns? my frame broke so you went back to MOEs with me, we were alone, you taught me how to play gay chicken.

BIGWORM said...

The only gay guy I remember with knowledge of M.O.E. was my old buddy Dream Weaver. But I'd always been warned about playing chicken with him...

Anonymous said...

contract that, bash my nanner