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CT Brasky #2: Back when the CT was real

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I feel like I can actually taste the sarcasm in this post. Like, it's not bitter, just really sharp.

If you had ever been there, you'd know it's worth the trip.

I can't help it if you enjoy being a dick. Along those lines, do you have to take Viagra via an IV to keep up your act?
 
Same. We are bopping out to Charleston around lunchtime. First time away from the babies in a year. We’re kinda excited.
 
I've always wanted to see Guernica, the Dali Museum and go on a tapas pub crawl.

For me the highlight of Madrid was going to the restaurant Hemingway wrote about in the Sun also Rises, Botin's. I think Seville and Barcelona are more unique cities, but thats the thing about Spain, everyone has a different favorite.
 
For me the highlight of Madrid was going to the restaurant Hemingway wrote about in the Sun also Rises, Botin's. I think Seville and Barcelona are more unique cities, but thats the thing about Spain, everyone has a different favorite.

The Prado was awesome in Madrid. I didn't realize I was into art until I saw the room dedicated to Goya there. I really dug Madrid, and it was easy as hell to get around in. Plus we took a day trip to Toledo and I know it's crazy touristy, but that place was awesome. Our Portugal trip was delayed again this summer, but I'm really hoping that we get to go next summer. I'm excited to spend a couple weeks on the Spanish and Portuguese coastline.
 
this was in the defector.com email yesterday - not on the website to my knowledge:

Better Remember A Guy: Randolph Childress
It is true that every professional athlete was, for some larger group of less-remarkable physical specimens, something like a minor god. There are various different ways to tell the story of an encounter with this stripe of deity, from unconvincing fish-tale hero’s journey to self-effacing slapstick, but all of them are pegged to the same basic premise, which is a moment in which you crossed paths with someone who was both as human as you and identifiably not as you each went your respective ways.

So it’s almost too obvious to warrant mentioning that someone who played a handful of games in the NBA over the course of two forgettable seasons on two long-forgotten teams was also, at moments, the greatest basketball player that anyone around him had ever seen. This is always true. But also it is one thing to say that Randolph Childress played in 51 NBA games over two seasons and did nothing much of note in any of them and quite another to say that he was Barely A Guy.

By NBA standards, undoubtedly, Childress was just that. Short and slight for a shooting guard even in the 1990s, he was a second-round pick out of Wake Forest and never cracked the rotation in Portland or Detroit. He struggled to find or make shots in the NBA, although he was notably more successful in professional leagues abroad, where he played effectively into his late thirties. This is a familiar enough story, in its way, and while hoisting threes for a generous salary while living in Italy is no one’s idea of “a raw deal,” it is not the story that ambitious basketball players set out to write. But before he was a Guy, Childress spent some time as The Fucking Man.

Childress was, for pretty much all of his four seasons at Wake Forest, the coolest type of college player. He was not the best NBA prospect, necessarily—he overlapped long enough with Tim Duncan to guarantee as much—or the most well-rounded contributor, although he became a willing passer as the program improved around him. Childress was, first as a freshman reserve and then as a three-year starter and star, an unrepentant and merciless gunner. In an era that still regarded the three-point shot as something of an unseemly gimmick, Childress took more than seven per game. He scored in other ways, too, but the wild confidence that fired all of it—the permanent green light blazing above his head—found its purest expression in the threes he took and the work he did to get them. There is a reason why one of Google’s top suggested searches for Randolph Childress is “Randolph Childress Disrespect.” This moment, against Jeff McInnis in the 1995 ACC Tournament, is the proximate reason for that:

But there was a lot of disrespect to go around in his game, and in that tournament in particular. Childress was still aching from a shoulder subluxation as that tournament began, then ripped off a record 107 points in three games to lead ACC to its first conference title in more than three decades. In a Charlotte Observer story from last year, Childress talks about spending much of that time in a sort of adrenalized competitive blackout. He remembers it in flashes—demanding that his coach take out the four players on the floor with him and replace them with people who would “compete” during a bad stretch, but being equally brash in taking the weight down the stretch. “I told the guys to give me the ball,” Childress remembered of the final, which was the moment in which he shattered McInnis’s ankles, “and get out of the way. If we lose, blame me.” They did not lose.

It is a hell of a thing, if again a retrospectively normal one for members of the Guy community, to walk around knowing that you have done something like that. Childress carried that knowledge with him into and out of the NBA, through leagues around the world, and now brings it to work in his job on Wake Forest’s coaching staff. His son Bradley has come and gone through the program. It has all worked out pretty well for him, if not quite as heroically as his three bulletproof games in March might have suggested. No one starts out trying to make a dignified and decent life in a sport, although the lucky ones can end up there. The idea is to be a legend, and Randolph Childress got to be that, too.


-David Roth
 
Mako I did some deadlifts this morning can we be friends.

Hey, so did I. We're deadlift besties now. You can take ATS's place because he's really fallen off and gets emasculated by his much fitter wife every day. On a related note, I'm rocking shorts today, and it's not a good look because deadlifting and rope climbs have really chewed up my shins.
 
If you had ever been there, you'd know it's worth the trip.

I can't help it if you enjoy being a dick. Along those lines, do you have to take Viagra via an IV to keep up your act?

RJ, I don't need to take Viagra because the difference between 1" hard and .95" soft just isn't worth it. I can't afford to pay $5 for a five-hour boner that I'm only going to use 30 seconds of.
 
I was feeling frisky this morning -- feeling dangerous -- so I booted up a 90's alt/pop/soft rock playlist on Spotify to get some of that MIX 101.5 in the minivan energy

"Where Have All the Cowboys Gone" gives off some proto-MAGA vibes

so many lolyrics, "Nashville with a tan" is up there with the best of 'em
 
good to know about cartagena, i do want to go to Colombia, if anyone has recs
 
good to know about cartagena, i do want to go to Colombia, if anyone has recs

I can only speak for Medellín but I legit did not want to come home when I went there for a week last February. The weather is perfect all year, the people are amazing, and the city just had a ton of energy to it. Never been to Bogotá but being the capital, it's huge and I don't think the weather is as nice.

Salento in the coffee region is supposed to be really nice too. You really can't go wrong, and everything there is pretty cheap.
 
I've heard Medellin is top notch, but never been

I did three or four days in San Gil, which is the outdoor sports capital of the country -- did mountain biking, whitewater rafting, paragliding -- I really dug it

Tayrona National Park was also great and should be included -- I did Bogata-San Gil-Tayrona-Cartegena -- Cartegena for a night or two on the front or back end is plenty, in my opinion
 
Crossword pals am I getting stupider or was that a pretty tough Friday? Took me near an hour now I have a ton of work to do that I pushed off trying to finish this shit
 
For me the highlight of Madrid was going to the restaurant Hemingway wrote about in the Sun also Rises, Botin's. I think Seville and Barcelona are more unique cities, but thats the thing about Spain, everyone has a different favorite.

Which is why I'd like to spend a month on the Iberian Peninsula.

Good stuff, thanks.
 
For me the highlight of Madrid was going to the restaurant Hemingway wrote about in the Sun also Rises, Botin's. I think Seville and Barcelona are more unique cities, but thats the thing about Spain, everyone has a different favorite.

The Prado was awesome in Madrid. I didn't realize I was into art until I saw the room dedicated to Goya there. I really dug Madrid, and it was easy as hell to get around in. Plus we took a day trip to Toledo and I know it's crazy touristy, but that place was awesome. Our Portugal trip was delayed again this summer, but I'm really hoping that we get to go next summer. I'm excited to spend a couple weeks on the Spanish and Portuguese coastline.

Sobrino de Botin has the Guinness record as oldest continuously operating restaurant in the world. it's p good. get the roast suckling pig.

the Prado is good but for me the nearby Reina Sofia is better because it's chock full of Dali, Picasso and Miro. it's where Guernica is, which is massively impressive. Madrid does have one of the best subway systems in the world. it goes everywhere and is super convenient. the Barcelona subway is good, too.
 
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