Sochi Olympics Day 3 - Our favorite Curler

Our fascination with Curling began at the 1998 Winter Olympics in Nagano, Japan. This was the first time since 1924 that Curling was part of the official Olympic program,  although it was a demonstration sport in 1932, 1988 and 1992. It turned out that our tour group at the Olympics was housed in a hotel in Karuizawa, the host of the Curling venue. Since we were going to be there anyway, we thought "why not check it out and avoid a long bus ride for at least one day". The organizers must have thought that no one would be interested because the arena was really small. I remember that we were in something like the 3rd row (out of maybe 6 or 7) on the side of the arena about midway down the playing surface. We had good enough seats that there were a group of team coaches sitting in the row in front of us. One of the Norwegian coaches was good enough to help us figure out what was going on. He told us that the key point was to forget about where the stone ends up on this throw. You have to think two or three throws ahead in order to figure out what is going on. Anyway, we had a good enough time that we again bought Curling tickets for the Salt Lake City Olympics as well.

Fast forward to 2006. We wanted to stay with a host family near Torino in a location that had good access to transportation. The closest home to Torino that would allow three people was in Pinerolo, site of the... Curling venue! Pinerolo, Italy had a population of perhaps 30-35,000 people, and more importantly, perhaps 5-6 decent restaurants in the downtown area. We soon discovered that most of the families of the Curlers as well as the coaches were also staying in Pinerolo. One night, we went to our now favorite pizza parlor. Rather than being seated in the back as usual, we were seated close to the front door. There was a big table near us of older people. I noticed several of them watching me. This wasn't unusual as I was wearing a hat and vest completely covered with Olympic pins. When we got up to leave, one of the women stopped Sean and offered him a pin. We made several pin trades including a Swiss team pin and a strange pin with a curling stone and four faces on it. I asked the woman what this was. Her English was not very good, but my understanding was that this was the Swiss Women's Curling team pin and that one of them was her daughter.

Several days later, we were in another restaurant when the Swiss Curling team and their coach came in and sat down at a table not too far from ours. Now I am not above using my son to troll for Olympic pins, but in this case, I thought that it would be cool for Sean to meet an Olympian. So after we finished dinner, I gave Sean one of my better traders and told him to go over to the Swiss ladies, hand them the pin and wish them good luck. Sean was not very keen on this plan, but he went over, handed the nearest woman the pin, mumbled something and was probably two-thirds of the way out of the restaurant before the Swiss women even figured out what was happening. Once they realized it, they called to Sean, but there was no way he was going back over there again without some support. So I walked over with Sean. The skip, Mirjam Ott, laughed, thanked Sean for the pin and handed him a Swiss team pin. Since I was there, I took out the pin with the people on it and told her that I was confused because one of the women at the table was a blond and there were no blonds on the pin. She explained that the fourth woman at the table was their alternate and then they all introduced themselves and pointed to their pictures on the pin.

We had a spare day near the end of our stay and were able to purchase tickets to the Women's Curling gold medal match, which happened to be Switzerland versus Sweden. Here is a picture of that match:

Ott is the woman in white on the right. Sweden was the defending World Champion and were ahead for most of the match, but Ott was able to score 2 points to send the match into extra ends with the score tied 6-6. Each stone in that final end seemed to tilt the match from one side to the other, but on the very last stone, the Swedish skip was able to score 1 point to win the Gold medal. You could tell how disappointed she was and we felt really bad for her. I found out later that the exact same thing had happened to Ott at the Salt Lake City Olympics four years earlier although that time, they lost to Great Britain and she was the 3rd on that team instead of the skip.

Ott came back for the Vancouver Olympics and we got to see her win a preliminary match. Her team easily qualified for the semifinals, but lost 6-5 to Canada and then 12-6 to China to finish fourth. Nevertheless, she comes into the Sochi Olympics as the most decorated skip in the women's tournament with 2 Silver medals, 1 World Championship and 2 European Championships. She started out the Sochi Olympics with a 7-4 win over the US although neither team played particularly well.

Getting to meet an athlete post 9/11 is very unusual. Mirjam could have easily blown us off but she chose to be kind to a little kid and his pin fanatic father. For that, we will be rooting for Mirjam for as long as she is competing. Go Team Switzerland!

Sochi Olympics Day 2 - Golden Oldies

It is Day 3 and I am already a day behind in writing this journal!

In the interest of full disclosure, I will turn 59 in a few weeks. However, I can't help but be drawn to the successes of the older athletes. Day 2 was a really great day for the "old folks". I wrote yesterday about the two luge athletes, 42 year old Russian Albert Demchenko and 40 year old Italian Armin Zeoggeler. Well, they hung on and won Silver and Bronze medals in Men's Luge, respectively. In addition, there were four other 40+ year olds who performed well on Day 2:

40 year old Norwegian Biathlete and Olympic legend Ole Einar Bjoerndalen surprised most people (although perhaps not himself) in winning the Men's 10km Sprint. This tied countryman Bjorn Daelie for the most medals ever by any Winter Olympian. He now has seven Gold medals in this, his sixth Olympic Games.

41 year old German Speed skater Claudia Pechstein missed a Bronze medal in the Women's 3000 meter by about 1.7 seconds. Claudia was trying for her 10th Olympic medal - in fact, we saw her win a Silver medal in this same event in Nagano in 1998. Her first Olympics was Lillehammer in 1994.

41 year old Japanese Ski Jumper Noriaki Kasai finished 8th out of 61 jumpers in the Men's Normal Hill competition. While Kasai has only a single Silver medal in his career, this is his seventh Olympics!

41 year old Cross-Country skier Giorgio Di Centa finished 12th out of 68 in the Men's 15km Classical/15km Free Skiathlon event. Giorgio was part of the legendary battles between the Italian and Norwegian teams in the Men's 4x10km Relay races in Salt Lake City and Torino. He has two Gold medals and one Silver medal going into his fifth Olympic Games in Sochi.

There are huge challenges to remaining a world-class athlete beyond the age of 40. Part is physical; injuries heal more slowly and more work is required to maintain the same level of fitness. But perhaps an even bigger part is psychological. It is natural to begin wondering if you are "over the hill" after a bad workout or bad performance. But the bigger question is "When am I going to get on with the rest of my life?". I heard an interview with US mogul skier Hannah Kearney after she finished what was, for her, a disappointing third place in Women's Moguls and announced that she was going to retire. She was asked how she could retire when, at 27 years old, she was still in her prime. She said that she had other things that she wanted to do with her life. She knew that if she committed to staying in the sport for another four years her sole focus would be the training necessary to stay at the top - and another four years would be gone before she could start on anything else.

As the years go by, the amount that you've given up in order to train gets bigger and bigger. For women, their biological clocks start going off. Although some women have had children and then gotten back to an elite level, this is a strain that many bodies cannot handle. And even if they are able to get back to their previous fitness level, the time spent away from their children is yet another strain. There is also the financial strain.While a few athletes, like Bjoerndalen, make enough money from sponsors to have a comfortable life, most athletes exist at a subsistence level - enough money to pay for food and training, but not much else. They have to worry about how they will make a living after sports and probably begin to feel that any additional time spent in their sport is not worth giving up time to transition to a new career.

So when you see athletes like Albert, Armin, Ole, Claudia, Noriaki and Giorgio, who love their sports enough keep competing past age 40 despite all of the obstacles, I hope that you will give them a special cheer. They have surely earned it.

Sochi Olympics Day 1 - Slip sliding away

What did you think of the Opening Ceremonies? Given my previous post, you can probably guess that I liked the section on Russian history the best. It was really interesting how they emphasized the building (Imperial Russia)  and rebuilding of the country (post Bolshevik Revolution and post Great Patriotic War (WWII)) and de-emphasized Glasnost and the breakup of the Soviet Union. This seems to mesh with President Putin's opinion that the breakup of the Soviet Union was a huge mistake. I also really liked how the organizers made it look like the athletes were walking out of their countries. I would have liked it better if they zoomed out the map after one country and zoomed back in again for the next country (to help the geographically challenged), but this is picking nits. I didn't like breaking up the artistic portion with the parade of nations. Perhaps this is just because I didn't really understand the first part of the Opening Ceremonies. Perhaps this was stuff that the Russian people got right away, but I was sitting there going, "huh?". Overall, I find it very difficult to compare any Opening Ceremonies with those of Beijing. I know that this is totally unfair to all current and future organizing committees, but that is the way that I feel.

Day 1 of the Olympics finds me with a problem. Yes, NBC is streaming 1500+ hours of live coverage in the US but it does not take advanced math to figure out that this is something like 94 hours of coverage every day of the Olympics, or about 6 hours of coverage for every hour that I'm awake! So what is an Olympiholic to do? I am rethinking my strategy of shifting my sleep schedule back so that I can watch more events live because I can't watch everything simultaneously and every day, my TiVo fills up with another dozen hours of NBC tape delayed coverage of things that I've missed. We'll see how this shakes out as time goes on.

Today, I woke up at the usual time and watched the Men's 5,000 meter speed skating. This is an event that takes about 6-7 minutes each for 13 pairs of skaters. Since the US team is not very strong in this event, NBC coverage will usually follow the three Americans (skipping several minutes from each of their skates) and the three Medal winners. So it was nice to watch every minute of every race while I was working on my other Olympic project of protecting collectors from unauthorized Olympic Committee pins (if interested, look here).

My main interest today was the first two heats of the Luge. As expected, 24 year old German Felix Loch was leading, but I was very happy to see that two old farts were right behind him. In second place was 42 year old Russian Albert Demchenko, who is taking part in an amazing 7th Winter Olympics. In third place is 40 year old, and six time Olympian, Armin Zeoggeler from Italy. Maybe 40 is the new 20!

But my real interest was not with the top of the start list, but with the bottom. NBC never covers anyone but Americans if they are outside of the top 10-15 sliders, but today, I got to watch both runs for all 39 entries! There were two athletes that captured my attention. This first is 32 year old and five time Olympian, Shiva Keshavan. Normally, Shiva would be competing for India, but because the Indian Olympic Committee has been temporarily suspended, all Indian athletes are competing under the flag of the International Olympic Committee. Shiva lit up YouTube earlier this week with a miraculous recovery during a training run. You can view it here. His two runs today were not nearly as spectacular, although he did find that going sideways is not a great way to go down the track rapidly. He is currently 37th out of 39 sliders.

In 33rd place after two runs is 26 year old Bruno Banani from the Pacific Island nation of Tonga. In 2007, Bruno was a computer science student named Fuahea Semi and member of the Tongan military when Tongan Princess Salote Mafile'o Pilolevu Tuita (try saying that three times fast!) put out a call to find an athlete who could represent Tonga in the Winter Olympics. In 2008, Fuahea changed his name to Bruno Banani, who happens to be a German underwear manufacturer. This was originally thought to be a coincidence, but then Bruno moved to Germany, began training with the German national team and (shock) received funding from ...Bruno Banani! German NOC President (and now IOC President) Thomas Bach, declared it the name change "in bad taste" and a "perverse marketing idea". Bruno narrowly missed qualifying for the Vancouver Olympics in 2010, but in December 2013 became the first Tongan athlete to qualify for the Winter Olympics. Today, Bruno had two pretty solid runs and still has a chance to achieve his goal of finishing in the top 30.

Now I'm off to watch some of the other events that I missed today. Stay tuned for more tomorrow.

Sochi Olympics Day 0 - Memories of Past Opening Ceremonies

The XXII Olympic Winter Games in the Black Sea resort town of Sochi, Russia are now officially underway. Unfortunately, through the miracle of television, we on the west coast of the US still have another 8 hours or so before we can watch the Opening Ceremonies. Normally, I'd be railing against NBC for once again, failing to understand a world which includes instant communications. But this time, I'm inclined to cut them some slack because they are going to be streaming over 1500 hours of live coverage during the Games - I just have to figure out how to adjust my sleep schedule to accommodate the 12 hour time difference between Sochi and Cupertino! With some time on my hands, I thought that I would take a few minutes to give some of my impressions from past Olympic Opening Ceremonies and what I look forward to in the Opening Ceremonies in Sochi.

 

Beth and I have been fortunate enough to attend four Opening Ceremonies: Lillehammer (1994), Atlanta (1996), Nagano (1998) and Vancouver (2010), but the first one is the most special. The Opening Ceremonies for the 1994 Olympics were held in the Ski Jump stadium at the top of the hill above the village of Lillehammer in the early evening. We had left the relative comfort of the home that we were staying at near Hamar and boarded an Olympic transportation bus to Lillehammer around noon with the plan of getting something to eat and then looking around before heading up the hill around 4pm to find our seats. Lillehammer is probably the last Olympics held in a small town. With a population of perhaps 35,000, we found Lillehammer bursting at the seams as hundreds of thousands of spectators flooded into town. We could not find a single restaurant that was not completely packed so we ended up in a big plastic tent that had been setup to provide warmth and some fast food to spectators. There we stayed until it was time to leave for the Opening Ceremonies. The hill was pretty steep and we saw a number of people slip on the ice and slide back down the hill, but we managed to make it to our seats near the back row of the stadium. Stadium makes it sound much more solid than it really was. Imagine a natural bowl with the Ski Jump off in one direction and the rest of the bowl surrounded by bleachers. Each seat at the Opening Ceremonies has a seat package that includes all sorts of things that spectators will need to take part in the entertainment portion of the evening. All I can recall in our seat package was a program and what looked like a white, wearable garbage bag - I guess the entertainment director wanted to create the image of the stage surrounded by snow, rather than spectators. I wasn't about to complain as it did add another, albeit feeble, layer of insulation against the mind-numbing cold. By the time the ceremony started, the temperature was well below 0F. It also became clear that no one was going to sit on the metal bleacher seats - I guess for fear of freezing to them. At least when standing, we could move around a little to generate heat. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric. Part of that was the natural thrill of the opening to the Olympics after seven hard years of preparation. But there was also a palpable sense of fear. The plan was for the Olympic flame to be brought into the stadium by a ski jumper. However, in practice the day before, the ski jumper had crashed and injured himself. So the organizers had to go with the backup jumper and a good part of the nation had an image in their minds of another crash and the Olympic torch tumbling end over end in front of a projected worldwide audience of perhaps a billion people. Much of the opening ceremonies went by in a blur - I remember trolls, Vikings, people in horse-pulled sleighs and a bunch of nymph-like things that created the world out of an egg, but everyone was focused on that Ski Jump. Finally, the athletes were in place and everyone turned to stare up the hill. After a few moments, we could see (or thought that we could see) a weak flame. Then the flame started moving downhill, faster and faster and finally, the backup jumper landed short, but respectably in the Stadium and you could hear a sound very much like an entire nation starting to breathe again followed by a huge cheer.

 

 

Two years later, we attended our first Summer Olympics in Atlanta. We tried again to get Opening Ceremonies tickets, but were not been as lucky in the ticket lottery. But at the last second, we were told that after final placement of the TV cameras, space for a few more tickets had been found, would we like them? Of course we would! Atlanta was every bit as hot as Lillehammer was cold. The organizing committee had somehow convinced the International Olympic Committee that the average temperature in Atlanta in August was 89F. Of course, what they didn't say was that that this was the 24hr average. So when we arrived in the Stadium, the temperature was well above 90F with about 110% humidity. The Ceremony started out great - five compressed air-powered spirits in the colors of the Olympic rings rose from the corner of the stadium. They called forth the tribes of the world during the playing of composer John William's song Summon the Heroes. The tribes, also in the colors of the rings, arrived and went into a great drum solo written by Grateful Dead and Planet Drum drummer Mickey Hart. This was followed a little later by a section called Summertime which tried to explain the culture of the Old South and it's rebirth after the Civil War. From there, things went way downhill culminating in a section involving cheerleaders, pickup trucks and spotlights. I remember that it seemed to take forever for the athletes to enter the stadium because more than six times as many athletes took part than had been in Lillehammer. But the most memorable event was the lighting of the Olympic cauldron. I am not sure whether there was any question who was going to light the cauldron in Lillehammer (it was the Crown Prince), but I remember a huge amount of discussion about it in Atlanta. Finally, after several laps around the stadium by memorable US athletes, the torch was handed off to the greatest boxer of all time, Mohammad Ali. Despite the obvious effects of Parkinson's disease, he was able to light the cauldron and received a huge ovation from the crowd.

 

 

Another two years and we managed the three-peat by securing Opening Ceremony tickets to the 1998 Winter Olympics in Nagano, Japan. Nagano, with a population of perhaps 350,000 was a much different place than the town of Lillehammer. I remember that the bus dropped us off quite some distance from the Stadium. I was wearing a black Norwegian hat and ski vest, both covered with Olympic pins, and dark glasses. The people in the neighborhoods we were walking through just stopped what they were doing and looked at me. To them, I might as well have been from Mars. The Opening Ceremonies began with a huge group of workers in traditional outfits constructing eight two-ton wooden gates at each entrance to the stadium. This was followed by a parade of Sumo wrestlers, led by the Yokozuna (Grand Champion) Akebono who was actually from Hawaii. Akebono blessed the stadium and then the athletes entered the stadium, each team led by a Sumo champion and a child from the Nagano area. Japan definitely wanted to blend tradition with technology so the music was conducted by Boston Symphony conductor Seiji Ozawa featuring simultaneous links with symphonies on five continents. Finally, the Olympic cauldron was lit by figure skater Midori Ito wearing a beautiful traditional kimono. On the way out of the stadium, I was stopped by a reporter from Japanese network NHK. The reporter asked me if I thought that the Ceremony was "too Japanese". I told her that it was my belief that one of the purposes of the Opening Ceremonies was to introduce their city, region and nation to the world and that anything that they felt was important to include was fine with me.

 

 

Our last (so far!) Opening Ceremonies was in Vancouver in 2010. This was our first indoor Opening Ceremonies and was very much appreciated as it seemed like it rained constantly while we were there. This was also Sean's first Opening Ceremonies although you could argue that it was his second as Beth was four months pregnant with him in Nagano. It was certainly his first Opening Ceremonies with a view! Just like in Lillehammer, our seat package included a colored Garbage bag to put on. But there were a bunch of lights and other doodads as well. By 2010, the Opening Ceremonies have grown into a huge spectacle viewed by 3-4 billion people and the audience is expected to contribute. Each section of the Stadium had a "teacher" whose job it was to instruct us in our jobs for the Opening Ceremonies. While she tried hard to make sure that we "got it", probably two-thirds of the people in our section failed to do any of what they had been instructed to do! My favorite part of the Opening Ceremonies was the welcome by the First Nation tribes, but I also enjoyed a section covering the immigrant and British periods in Canadian history and music. I paid more attention than usual to the people chosen to carry the Olympic flag into the arena. You could tell how honored people like actor Donald Sutherland and hockey legend Bobby Orr were to have been chosen for this task. I was also moved by the tribute to Georgian luge athlete Nodar Kumaritashvili, who was killed during a training run earlier in the day. While it was almost a given that the greatest hockey player of all time, Wayne Gretzky, was going to light the Olympic cauldron, the design of the cauldron, the malfunction of one of the four arms of the cauldron and the fact that four athletes would light the cauldron simultaneously still made it exciting to watch.

 

 

So what do I expect from the Opening Ceremonies at Fisht Olympic Stadium in Sochi? I have no idea what to expect, and that is part of the charm. As I told the reporter in Nagano, the Opening Ceremonies is a chance for the organizers to tell the story of their city/region/country that they want to tell. In the US, we have been hearing about Russia, and the Soviet Union before that, since I was a small child. But this was always about what our government wanted us to know about them. Since the US, foolishly in my opinion, chose to boycott the 1980 Olympics in Moscow, this is really the first time that Russia, particularly southern Russia, gets a chance to tell us what they want us to know about them. This is part of what the Olympics is all about - bringing the peoples of the world together, learning a little about each other and learning how to compete with each other in peace. Bring on the Games!

The Jamaicans are coming!

On Monday, it was announced that Jamaica had qualified a 2-Man team for the Sochi Olympics - their first Olympics since 2002. If you've followed any of my past Olympic adventures, you will know that Bobsled is my favorite Winter Olympic sport. My love of the Olympic sliding sports, particular Bobsled, was born during the Calgary Olympics in 1988. This was the Games of the Olympic Tourist because of the exploits of people like brick layer, and part-time ski jumper, "Eddie the Eagle" Edwards from Great Britain. But there was no more popular group of Olympic Tourists than the Jamaican Bobsled team, later immortalized in the movie Cool Runnings.

 

We actually had tickets to the finals of the 2-man bobsled in Calgary and were eagerly looking forward to seeing whether the Jamaicans would be able to beat the other non-traditional teams from Mexico, Netherland Antilles, New Zealand and the US Virgin Islands. Unfortunately, the Chinook winds started blowing and the air temperature rose to around 48F. The combination caused dust to lodge in the starting grooves at the top of the course and melted the track at the bottom. I think that the Jamaicans had just made their 3rd run when the event was called off and rescheduled for the following day. We had tickets to other events the next day so missed seeing the final two runs with the Jamaica-I sled of driver Dudley Stokes and brakeman Michael White finishing 30th out of 38 and beating all of the non-tradition teams except the one from the Netherland Antilles.

 

I certainly enjoyed the speed of the sliding sports, but what I really enjoyed was that these sports were entry points for participation into the Winter Olympics by countries that were decidedly winter deficient. After all, there are only a few handfuls of these sliding tracks throughout the world and athletes, whether from wintery climes or tropical ones, have to travel to these tracks to train. From my point-of-view, more participation surely means more interest in the Winter Olympics and that has to be a good thing.

 

But these non-traditional teams face tremendous odds trying to break into these sports. First, there is the issue of equipment. I am sure that traditional Bobsled power Germany probably spends more money on a pair of runners for a luge or bobsled than the Jamaicans spend on all of their equipment. Likewise, the US Bobsled team's sponsorship deal with BMW-USA brought them six brand new state-of-the-art bobsleds worth much more than $100,000 a piece while the Jamaicans and many other teams are working with hand-me-down sleds. There is also training. In the US or Russia or Germany or Canada, bobsled training is their job. For Jamaica and the other non-traditional teams, the athletes have to earn enough doing something else to survive and raise the money their team needs for equipment, uniforms and coaches.

 

So, it was no surprise when I read that in order to qualify for Sochi, 46 year old Jamaican driver Winston Watts had spent $160,000 of his own money and needed to raise another $80,000 in 3 weeks in order to get his team to Sochi. But then a miracle happened: Jamaican Bobsled fundraising appeared on three crowd sourcing websites. For those of you not aware of such things, crowd sourcing is a way to use the internet to raise a little money from a lot of people to fund an idea (or dream) rather than trying to find a few people with a lot of money. And boy, did people like Winston's dream: in less than two days, the Jamaicans raised more than $190,000!

 

So on February 16th and 17th, while I will be rooting for USA-I driver Steve Holcomb to win the first US gold medal in 2-man bobsled since 1936, I'll also be rooting for Winston Watts to show the world that he and his teammate Marvin Dixon are just as deserving of the title Olympian as any other athlete in Sochi.

Awakenings

Like some sort of biennial cicadas, Olympic fans across the world are slowly coming out of hibernation in anticipation of the lighting of the Olympic flame at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia. But before I talk about Sochi, I thought that I should bring everyone up to speed with what Olympic stuff I've been up to since my last post in December 2012.

 

First a little background: During the fall of 2012, I put together my list of NOC pins from London for the Olympin Collector's Club - the world's oldest and largest club of Olympic memorabilia collectors. I have been doing this for about the last 10 years. I was not asked by the club to take on this duty because I know so much about NOC pins. I was asked to take it on because I am good with Excel and Word. If you've been following this blog for a while, you will know that most of the rare NOC pins are only seen by the fortunate few who have managed to obtain access to the Olympic Village. The rest of us have to hope for a sort of trickle-down effect to even see these pins, let alone acquire them. As a result, most of my work in building the NOC pin list consists of contacting the collectors who did have access to the Village and regurgitating everything that they tell me. But this year, I noticed that many collectors, rather than trading or selling the NOC pins that they acquired in London, were tapping into the worldwide demand for these pins and selling them online at auction sites like eBay. So every day, I would go through the hundreds of auctions involving NOC pins and cut and paste images of the pins being sold so that I would know what I which pins I'd already added to the list and which ones were new. This worked pretty well until I started asking the collectors with Village access about the pins that I was seeing. Many of these pins turned out to be fakes - excuse me, unauthorized - because, as my friend Sid reminds me, they are real pins, they are just not authentic NOC pins. Here is an example of one of the fakes:

Ever see Olympic spelled with a T? Me either!

 

After finding dozens of pins that were believed to be unauthorized, I made the fateful mistake of saying something to the effect of "How are lower level collectors like me supposed to know which ones are authentic and which ones aren't. Someone should do something about this..." No sooner had I clicked send on that email, than I received an email suggesting that I be the one to do something about it. Yikes! It was a put up or shut up moment. Being a person who believes that if you are not part of the solution then you are part of the problem, I agreed. The Olympin Board of Directors, sensing that they were not likely to find another live one to take on this task, authorized the formation of the Committee on Unauthorized NOC pins in January 2013, put me in charge and found five other collectors to help me.

 

I will not go into the details, but basically, when we identify a new NOC pin, we contact the NOC in question and ask them whether their committee produced the pin. We also look at who is selling the pin and information obtained from other collectors in order to come up with a rating about the likely authenticity of the pin. This is going to be a really big deal for Sochi where we are going to try to upload images of all NOC pins, authentic and unauthorized, in as close to real-time as we can. If you'd like to see our handiwork, head over to the Authenticity Project. There is also a blog describing what we are doing in more detail.

 

At the end of my last blog in 2012, I mentioned that we were waiting to find out what Sean's grades would look like before deciding whether to go to Sochi. Well, his freshman year was pretty good - all A's and B's. Not the straight A's we were asking for, but close enough to think that he might get there. So, to hold up our end of the deal, we went through the declaration of interest process to let the ticket supplier know which events we were interested in buying - and got pretty good tickets: Opening Ceremonies, Biathlon relay, Men's Luge, Men's 4-man Bobsleigh, Men's and Women's Ice Hockey semifinals, several Speed Skating events and more Curling than you could shake a stick at. Unfortunately, once the school year started, his gaming habits, combined with running cross-country, being in the advanced choir and taking two honors courses proved too heavy a load and his grades tanked. That was the end of going to Sochi. Of course, given the recent bombings in Volgograd, I cannot say that I am too upset with this development, even though it means missing our first Winter Olympics since 1992. Actually, I am not too concerned that something really bad will happen during the Sochi Olympics although that is certainly a possibility. I am actually much more concerned about the Olympics having the feel of being held in the middle of a military base. I can just picture going through a metal detector with a bag containing perhaps a thousand small pieces of metal and then trying to explain to a very large Russian soldier who speaks no English and who is carrying a very large assault rifle that this is just a hobby!

 

But just because we will not be going to Sochi, does not mean we won't be paying attention. Since our committee is going to be protecting the Olympic collector community from fraudsters, I will be taking the whole 17 days of the Olympics off from work. I'll have a lot of work to do uploading images and getting pins authenticated, but I should still have more than enough time to watch as much Olympic coverage as there is and comment on what I see.

 

One positive development, as far as US Olympic coverage is concerned, occurred while we were in London. For years, the US Olympic broadcasts have been based on the ridiculous notion that the internet does not exist. NBC would broadcast the finals of the most popular events "implausibly live" during the prime evening hours. Depending on where the Olympics were being held, this could result in US viewers not seeing an event until 24 hours after it happened. But I learned that during London, NBC finally realized that showing an Olympic event live did not kill their audience for the same event in prime time. As a result, NBC plans to stream something like 1500 hours of live Olympic coverage - yippee!

 

The bottom line is that with live Olympic coverage, I've decided to continue my tradition of Olympic blogging. The only difference is that I won't be able to give you the tourist's view of the Olympics. That will have to wait until 2016 when we head to Rio de Janiero for the Summer Olympics. I hope that you will tune in anyway.

 

In the meantime, I've been getting in the Olympic spirit by watching the various US trials. My favorite story so far was from the Women's Long-Track Speed Skating trials. There was a woman named Jackie Munzel, who finished 7th out of 11 in the 5,000m, 13 out of 19 in the 3,000m and 16th out of 25 in the 1,500m. In each race, she set a personal best. I am sure you are wondering what the big deal is. Well, the big deal is that Jackie was born in 1963! When she was young, she was a national level figure skater and had a decent chance at making the US team for Sarajevo in 1984. But she developed a severe eating disorder and had to retire from skating to save her life. But she didn't give up skating and has provided power skating training to some National Hockey League players. In 2010, she was watching the Vancouver Olympics with her daughter and admitted that she regretted the way her skating career had ended; feeling that she had been given a gift and failed to use it properly. And so began a quest to make the Olympics in a type of skating that she had never tried. She didn't make the US team, but along the way, she did become the World Masters Speed Skating Champion and world record holder. I was thinking about that yesterday while I was hauling my butt around during my weekly three mile run - an athlete's body may slow down as they get older, but the drive that made them an athlete never has to end.

 

 

 

Gilsland to Liverpool, Merseyside, UK (Olympic Day 6)

This is our last family history day and it will be packed. Last night we arranged for what seems to our hosts to be an early breakfast at 8am. I get a continental breakfast which is reasonably sized, but Sean goes for the English breakfast - sausage, English bacon (more like ham or Canadian bacon than like the strips that we get in the US), broiled tomato, sautéed mushrooms, baked beans, fried egg, toast and tea (black tea with milk and sugar) - yikes! Since these B&Bs make most of their money off of hikers, who are trying to cover the 73 miles of Hadrian's wall from the Irish Sea to the North Sea, they load up them up with a bazillion calories and send them off for a day of walking.

While we are eating, the other guests come in for breakfast. There is a Canadian couple  from Vancouver Island and a Canadian woman who now lives in Sheffield and who is somehow related, but I'm not sure how. It turns out that the guy has attended seven Summer Olympics beginning in 1972! They are "hiking the wall" and then will commute to the Olympics from Sheffield (note: this is a two hour commute one-way!). They are very interested to learn that "affordable" Olympic housing can be found by waiting until shortly before the Olympics. They are also interested to hear what events we will see as they focus exclusively on Athletics. We'd like to talk more, but we have to hit the road or we will not see everything on our agenda. Perhaps we will run into them again in Rio?!

Our first mission for the day is to go over and look at Hadrian's wall (another World Heritage Site for our life list!). Here is a picture:

 

 Not exactly the Great Wall of China although when constructed around 130AD, it was fourteen feet high and ten feet wide and had a nine foot deep ditch running the length on one side. There is a very interesting article in National Geographic magazine about the Roman frontiers. They explain how the Roman empire, after 600 years of expansion, realized that they had run out of good places to expand into and shifted over toward protecting the areas that they already had. Here in Northern England, they clearly run out of good places since the area was rugged, rocky and surrounded by barbarians like the Scots. I learned that there was another wall, the Antonine Wall, built in 142AD across the middle of Scotland, but it took only 20 years for the Scots to overrun that line of defense. In fact, the whole wall building era was the beginning of the end for the Roman empire. By placing most of their defensive force at the frontier, they opened up huge areas of the empire to attack whenever the barbarians broke through the border. If it is any consolation, the Great Wall had the same problem and took a lot longer to build.

Our first stop for the day is Hareshaw Linn near the town of Hexham almost due east from Gilsland. Mom believes that this is the earliest residence of her ancestors after they decided that it was easier to pillage England while living there rather than commuting from Denmark or Norway by Viking longboat. We are driving approximately along the length of Hadrian's Wall and see a number of hikers along the way. The land in this part of England reminds me very much of where I grew up in Massachusetts. I see broad U-shaped valleys where the glaciers moved and the same strange glacial hills called drumlins that form where the dirt and rock churned up by the glacier eventually was dropped when the glaciers retreated. And everywhere, there are rocks.

After about an hour, we are getting close to the right place - and again running into differences between Google driving directions and the actual road signs. We drive into the small village of Bellingham (pronounced bel-ling-jum) and are looking for a right turn onto a particular road. We don't see the correct turn and then find our way out of the village and back into the rolling countryside. After a few miles, we decide that we've gone off in the wrong direction and head back to Bellingham. Beth goes into a shop looking for directions and finds that the only right turn in the village is the one that we want (and is told that no one refers to this road the way that Google does). In a few minutes, we are there. There is a footpath along Hareshaw burn (stream) to Hareshaw Linn, which is a waterfall. There is a small museum in town, but we don't have time today. It would be interesting to find out why the stream and waterfall were named after a Hareshaw and how long ago that was. This is clearly not great farmland - too rocky and hilly, so we can understand why the Hareshaws eventually moved into Scotland and even later into Northern Ireland. Anyway, here is a picture of Mom at this site:

 



Next stop is the village of Castle Donington, about four hours south of here. Along the way, we pass a large number of huge power plant cooling towers. In the US, these would be nuclear power plants, but in the northeast corner of England, these are pretty likely to be coal powered. You may have heard the saying "carrying coals to Newcastle" as a definition of doing something useless. This is because Newcastle, very close to Bellingham, has more coal than they know what to do with.

Castle Donington near Nottingham (as in "The Sheriff of") because this is where our particular group of Robies comes from. Here are my known direct ancestors:

1. John Roby (b 1455, d 1515)
2. Thomas Roby (b 1501, d 1552)
3. Thomas Roby (b 1536, d 1588)
4. Thomas Roby (b 1576, d 1653)
5. Henry Robie (b 1619, d 1688)
6. John Robie (b 1650, d 1691)
7. Ichabod Robie (b 1679, d 1753)
8. John Robie (b 1712, d 1788)
9. Edward Robie (b 1747, d 1837)
10. Thomas Robie (b 1785, d ?)
11. Archibald Robie (b 1830, d 1886)
12. Daniel Clark Robie (b 1867, d 1937)
13. Herman Daniel Robie (b 1907, d 1970)
14. Eugene Douglas Robie (b 1930, d 2005)
15. me
16. Sean

It is not everyone who can trace their family back 16 generations over 550+ years! The first five of these people were born in Castle Donington. In fact, the Roby family was known to be in Castle Donington in the 13th century, but we cannot trace the direct line farther back than John. 

While Thomas (the 3rd) signed his will Thomas Robie, this spelling was not common. His son Henry Robie was the first in the family to move to the New World in 1639 - taking up residence in Hampton, NH. Family history says that Henry was escaping the tax collector! From there, my family stayed within a 50 mile radius of Hampton for the next 10 generations. Interestingly, Henry's 2nd cousin John Robey moved to Maryland in 1654 and all Robeys descend from him. As far as we know, all Roby/Robie/Robey families are related.

It is a long ride from Bellingham to Castle Donington, but we finally get there. Here is a picture of the town:

 



There are two places we are looking for. We hope to find John Roby's tombstone at the old church in the picture. There also supposed to be an old tudor style house called the Key house that was built by Thomas Roby (the 3rd). The town is a warren of one way roads that all seem to go in the wrong direction. While looking for a way to get to the church, we find the Key house:

 

 

It is called the Key House, because a key was supposed to have hung on the outside of it. There is one up under the Gables directly above Sean's head in this picture. What was the key to? The long gone castle in Castle Donington? I have no idea.

After this brief photo-op, we pile back into the car to try to get to the church. This is easier said than done. Our Audi is clearly not built for these narrow roads and I spend most of my time trying to avoid shearing off my sideview mirrors. After a series of turns, we get to the church:

 

The church was built in the 13th century and my relatives were surely buried here, but alas, there is no longer a cemetery here. I seem to remember a picture of a tombstone taken by my uncle Ken in perhaps the 1960's, but either the cemetery is no longer here or it is in a different place, but we don't have time to find out. We stop for gas - it costs 50 pounds (around $80) to fill up the tank that was only 3/4th empty. I don't want to hear anything from Americans about the high cost of gasoline - the people in Europe clearly have it much worse.

We stop at a market to buy some snacks and it begins to pour outside - of course our rainware is still in the car. We sprint back to the car and get underway after drying our glassed off enough to see where we are going. Unfortunately, this is not a brief shower. It rains for the next 90 minutes or so.

Our final stop on our way to Liverpool is the village of Roby - where the Roby family in Castle Donington are supposed to have come from. Roby village was originally called Rabil which is Norse for boundary village/farm and is listed in the famous Domesday book in 1086AD. How they got from Rabil to Roby is beyond me. Anyway, it is just off the main M62 motorway between Manchester and Liverpool. We have what I think are pretty good directions to a spot where there is supposed to be an old Celtic cross that marks the original location of the village. Unfortunately, our driving directions are again not matching reality - we know we are in trouble when we go around a traffic circle that is supposed to have two exits and it has four. After several attempts, we finally give up the hunt for the village and settle for finding Roby road:



From here, it is only a 15 minute drive to our hotel. After 8+ hours, I am very glad to get out of the car for a while! We have a nice Italian dinner with Mom in the hotel. Tomorrow, she has an early morning flight back to Dublin via the Isle of Man and we have a mid-morning train trip to London. We are not sure whether we'll be able to check out of the hotel, drop her at the airport, drop our rental car and still get to the train station in time so we agree to hire a taxi to take Mom to the airport.

It has been a great day and a great five days with Mom. We say goodnight to her and settle down to watch some Olympics on TV. There was some early repeat coverage of race eight of the Finn class sailing where Team GB's Ben Ainsley is trying to win his fourth gold medal in sailing. He has been having a lot of trouble in this regatta and is definitely in catch-up mode. He finishes 3rd in the race, but more importantly, finishes one place ahead of Denmark's Jonas Hogh-Christensen, who has been leading the competition since the beginning.

After the sailing, BBC coverage switches to track cycling for the Men's team sprint finals. This is like team pursuit where two teams start on opposite sides of the velodrome and sees who crosses the finish line first. In this case, each team has 3 members, each of who must lead their team for one lap. The big news is whether Sir Chris Hoy can win his 6th gold medal to become the British athlete with the most gold medals. In the qualifying round, Team GB sets an Olympic record of 43.065 seconds. In the first round, they decide to get serious and set a world record 42.747 seconds to beat Japan by (for sprint) a huge margin of 1.2 seconds. Then in the final, they go even faster and lower the world record to 42.600 seconds to beat France by 0.4 seconds. Hoy has already knighted, I wonder what he gets for winning his sixth gold medal.

Steps for the day: 4500