Sunday, October 30, 2011

Bart gets to ride in the front because he is good at sports

Being a transplant to the US, one of the things that has surprised me is how quickly I have taken to following US sports. As a long time cricket fan, baseball has immediately caught my attention, in no small part due to the similarities between the two sports. The more measured pace of the games compared to most other field sports, the fact they are played in summer (by extension allowing sitting outside in the sun with a beer in hand while watching), and the focus on statistics, provide a very familiar flavor to both sports. A little known fact is that much of the statistics that drive baseball were developed by a Brit by the name of Henry Chadwick in the 19th Centruty.

But I digress. The thing I have come to realize while watching sports that are foreign to me such as baseball, american football and ice hockey, is that there is another element beyond the actual mechanics of the sport that makes it compelling; the human element. The first part of this relates to the players themselves. I was incredibly lucky that in my second year of being a baseball fan, my home team the San Francisco Giants won the World Series, despite being an un-fancied team that were never rated much chance of doing well. The Giants, due to a run of bad injuries and form, did not figure in the 2011 post season, which I thought would be the end of my interest in baseball for the year.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Hello World

So I have finally decided to take the plunge and start a blog. Can't promise it will be interesting, but I can promise it will be amateurish. All spelling mistakes and grammatical errors are deliberate attempts to convey irony. If something can be interpreted to be offensive, I meant it the other way.

The name LimaEchoEcho comes from my first name spelt using the phonetic alphabet. Living in the US for nearly 4 years now, but still maintaining my nasally tendency of talk'n stralian (Translation: Speaking Australian), the phonetic alphabet has helped me on many occasions. Who said that the 18 months I spent in the Army Reserve was a waste of time? Given that E can easily be confused for an A when spoken by an Aussie, I've actually had to change the way I say my own name. My favorite story being the time I called for a cab not long after arriving in the country. When I told them my name they said, "Was that Ray Sanderson?"

"Close enough, just send my cab."