sport review best of 2007

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I'm stoked 2007 is over, sports-wise. After three World Cups and a big yacht race for no trophies, we're left to pick up the pieces after a year of early starts, late finishes, big build-ups and crushing disappointments. What have we learned? Nothing, if you believe Henry's reappointment was a mistake (which I don't), but 2008 will be very interesting indeed, with Robbie Deans leaving the rabid for success for the slightly shit. So bollocks to 2007, but it's time to get over it.

Luckily, blogging-wise, I've really enjoyed it. Getting a cartoon in the paper was nice (another one soon!). I liked this one. And this one. This wasn't a good idea.I loved making up news stories.

In 2008, I really need to get my shit together with a proper domain (keep your eye on sportreview.net.nz) and Wordpress, particularly before sportreview jr. comes along.

Here's my best for 2007.

Sporting moment
Hard one. A couple of America's Cup races were pretty amazing. I'm too childish to nominate Fiji v South Africa. Oher than a few Berbatov goals, it's looking pretty bleak. I'm going for Luaki handing off Richie McCaw - it's been that kind of year.

Web
Guardian Unlimited (football and sport) remain my go-tos for sport news, writing, and youtube clips. Locally, the Dropkicks podcast is the best in NZ sport on the web. I love the communities springing up at Sportsfreak and The Silver Fern - I wish I had more time to participate. I joined Facebook, and found it great for finding the long lost, but kind of annoying otherwise. I discovered last.fm. I really enjoy Public Address and Jason Kottke, still.

Links on Friday
- Richie Benaud on the underarm
- Zombie vs Shark
- Never poke a big cat with a stick
- Full Metal Wii
- The Mack vs the Nuge

Albums
Person Pitch - Panda Bear (thanks, Fraser), Happy Ending - Phoenix Foundation, Sound of Silver - LCD Soundsystem

Book
The Yiddish Policeman's Union - Micheal Chabon

Films
Superbad, The Devil Dared Me To, Hot Fuzz

Top three songs on last .fm
Ramble Tamble - Creedence
Fourtunate Son - Creedence
Sleepwalk - Santo & Johnny

Book Review : Microphones Up My Nose by John Dybvig & Ray Lillis (1993)

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Microphones Up My Nose, John Dybvig's memoir of his journey from knocking NZ Basketball cock-eyed to TV Sports Guy at TV3 and Sky is a minor classic. Dybvig writes how he talks, featuring lots of swearing and well written dialogue. There’s a brief history of his basketball coaching career in NZ where he gained notoriety - you can imagine humourless 80s sports administrators SHITTING themselves when he arrived on the scene wearing tuxedos and throwing chairs. His first foray into media land was writing a column on Basketball - typing, let alone writing didn't come easily at first - he tried using a Dictaphone:

"Aaaaaaaaah now let's see... Adminstrators... Aaaaah What a bunch of dickheads... No no no can't say that... but gees what is it with those guys? Do they take dumb pills or what? No no no hang on... Start Now... OK... OK... A national sporting league is only as good, strong and effective as its adminstration... That's good, that's good... Aaaaaaah..."

Dybvig gets into Radio and eventually joins Sky in its early days alongside a young Stephen McIvor*, "who could laugh his chops off at a scripted joke and later ask you what it meant". He was on the fledgling NZ 'celebrity' circuit alongside luminaries like Belinda Todd, Willy De Wit, and Glenda Hughes - a very boozy scene by the sound, especially one piss marathon that lurches from the pub to boats to the golf course in the aid of Ronald McDonald House.

TV3 is next, and Dybvig works on Kid's TV, Horse Racing 'colour', and the short lived local Pro-Wrestling show, where the bad guys were pelted on their way to the ring with plastic drink bottles by rioting pre-teens. There's no end to the book, really, he just kinds of drifts off into TV land, but it's a fascinating view into the world of local TV and how small time it can be behind the scenes.

My copy came pre-signed by the man himself ("Happy reading, Cheers!"). I met him one time, I was arranging voice overs on an 0800 ad for (ahem) Bacon Magic. Dybvig was huge, but more subdued than I expected (or hoped). He loved infomercials, and told me his golf buddies all wore BluBlockers. He did his shouty voice as you'd expect, and it was class.

If you like this, try Technical Foul (Basketball's Bad Boy Talks Back!), the story of his coaching career featuring the dreariness of life in NZ in the 80s.

“Buying anything in New Zealand is an exercise in 30 second politeness. It goes something like this:

Customer: I'll have a dozen eggs, thanks.

Store clerk: Thank you.

Customer: Could I have pack of cigarettes too thank you.

Store clerk: Thank you.

Customer: Thank you.

Store clerk: That'll be $2.35 thank you.

Customer: (Hands over money) Thanks.”

You get the idea. Dybvig has popped up on a few things since like Hercules, Xena, and even King Kong, and according to his website he's written another book and is attempting to reinvent himself as Bill Bryson. I'm definitely tracking that one down.

*What is it with that guy - it's like watching Rugby League with Elton John. Fair play that he showed up to get his face smashed in at the Fight for Life, but I guarentee all usually peace loving people were thinking "Punching Stephen McIvor really looks like fun!".

Book Review : Hadlee Hits Out (1983)

Book Review - Hadlee Hits Out by Richard Hadlee (1983)

  I'll confess, I'm a huge Sir Richard Hadlee fan. As a cricket mad young boy I pored over this book, and borrowed it from the library many, many times until my grandparents gave me my own copy.

"Hadlee Hits Out" covers a historic period in NZ's cricketing history, from the underarm delivery (this chapter still makes the blood boil), Hadlee's time with Notts in England, through the World Cup of 1983, to the first test win in England at Headingly. There's a huge amount of detail on the games, but the fascinating parts come when Hadlee muses on a wide range of issues, from touring South Africa, to Geoff Howarth's form with the bat, through to his tussles with NZCC.

The opening chapter has Hadlee's thoughts on his team mates in that legendary mid eighties team. He obviously handed each one a questionnaire asking their favorite food, TV show, memorable moment, etc. "Charlie's (Ewan Chatfield) special interests include gardening. The last book he read was the Yates Garden Guide. He likes playing squash". Despite valiant efforts at amusing anecdotes, his humor free reputation is confirmed - on Trevor Franklin's nickname "Herman" - "A few years ago on the telly there was a programme called Herman Munster, and he looks very similar to the actor who played that part".

He has strong views on his NZ Cricket boss Martin Snedden - "He likes all sports and is a bit of an intellectual. The last book he read was The Parsifal Mosaic by Robert Ludlam... He always has a comment to add that has very little to do with the subject being talked about".

Hadlee has no need for a ghost writer to help with his forthright views, and comes across as a man totally focused on cricket and measuring up to his own exalted standards. This may explain his aloof reputation, but the fact remains that Hadlee remains the greatest cricket player New Zealand has produced by some distance.

You can't argue with his record as a fast bowler and all-rounder at time when the Zimbabwes and Bangladeshes weren't playing test cricket. The team that was built around him put New Zealand cricket on the map, and as we saw when it broke up, rebuilding takes a long time.

Hadlee was a marvelous player and we were lucky to have him. Reading this book won't give you many deep and fascinating insights into his thoughts as he ripped through batsmen, but it will bring back some fond memories.

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