1. Watching daughter, of course (at right, with her coxwain).
2. Watching son acting nonchalant with us, but really feeling very proud of his sis and sitting/standing next to her every chance he could.
3. Watching Amazonian rowers and their wee little coxwains and seeing them toss the first-place coxwains into the lake.
4. Hearing a race organizer shout, "Boat down. Boat down." Not to worry, all were okay; Indiana? boat had capsized in the white-capped lake during warm-ups.
5. Saying "cox box," without tee-heeing. It is the speaker system the coxwains use to guide and motivate the rowers. The First Varsity 8 cox box failed and the boat faltered for a span; then one of the senior rowers just yelled out, "Let's get this XX#@$%! boat moving," and they rowed like bats out of hell, pulling back to second place, enough to win the Big Ten trophy."
6. Hearing about the Head of the Charles, the big fall race in Boston where recently all but the coxwain on a Chinese team made it through customs. The team had to quick find a Mandarin-speaking cox. They found a Chinese speaker comfortable enough to go out on the boat but not experienced to steer and the Chinese boat ultimately crashed into another boat and then sunk themselves on the course.
7. Comparing the heavily European line-up of big money Ohio State to the mostly homegrown roster of the Gophers.
8. Cowbells.
9. Cheering and noshing with parents under the Big M tent, with big Weber kettles, little smokers, brats, burgers, salads, caramel brownies, lemon bars. Who doesn't love a potluck?
10. Watching hubby, full of support and pride.
1 comment:
And I've been gently corrected: my coxswains are missing their "esses."
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