Thursday, November 8, 2007

Gurnet Classic Beach Run Memories With Bob Hodge

 

For just a brief time when I was a kid, they used to have a big race on Duxbury Beach every summer. They called it the Gurnet Classic Beach Run. It was a straight up-and-back shot down Duxbury Beach, probably one of the few races an elite talent like Bill Rogers or Alberto Salazar were ever in that involved making a U-turn.

More races should have U-turns. No, that's not where I'm going with this, but I just wanted that on the Internet somewhere. Look at the Olympics... no U-turns, except in the swimming events. It's wrong. The NFL, NHL, and NBA are based on back-and-forth movement of players and teams. The President's Physical Fitness Test involves a shuttle run, which is back and forth in nature. Why not the Olympics?

I'm a Mommy now, but I worked in a factory, as a waitress, and as a teacher. Running back and forth between stuff is a viable and important part of American existence.... and I'd imagine that the eggs don't bring themselves out to the table in Finland or Thailand, either.

All the better sports evolve out of human activity. It doesn't take a lot of imagination to envision where racing, boxing or wrestling came from. You could imagine where javelin throwing or archery would be handy skills to have in the caveman days... and once you establish an activity as being important, it's only a matter of time before people start betting on who can do it better.

It takes a little more creativity to guess that hockey is the natural competitive outgrowth of some poor Mongolian who had wandered across the frozen Bering Strait.... and figured out that he could get somewhere faster by sliding on the ice than stepping.... then figured out how to use a stick to push his supper (a penguin, baby seal, or whatever Eskimos eat) along the ice with him, as it was too cold to carry. Other Eskimo people see the success he enjoys, and get their own sticks to try to steal the penguin from him. Eventually, you get hockey.

Racing is more innate. Horsesand dogs do it. Running goes back in history at least as far as "trying to get away from the Mammoth." But we got pretty close to the time of Christ before running made it's true mark in history. Peep this: Battle of Marathon - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

2500 years have passed since then, but running is basically the same now as it was when the saber-tooth was chasing you. They have races as arduous as 26 mile marathons and as brief as racing your sister to answer the phone when you both are waiting for a call... hell, those were sometimes as short as 3 feet in my house, and sort of resembled the scramble that the XFL used to have to determine possession of the opening kickoff.

Boston is known for marathons, but Duxbury was known (in running circles) for the Gurnet Classic Beach Run. Run in late July on a flat barrier beach, it started and ended at the infamous Gurnet Inn... hence the U-turn we spoke of earlier, which occurs just before the village of Saquish (Wampanoag: "many clams") at the end of the mini Cape.

There really wasn't a better place to watch a race. Why pay $50 to park on someone's rhododendron just to watch the Boston Marathon go by as you shiver away an April morning in Natick?  Trust me... Duxbury Beach in July is better, and everybody goes by you twice. You can sit in the sand, mix a nice iced drink, and enjoy the day's entertainment in style. Ayup... as far as racing goes, the Gurnet Classic Beach Run was the bee's nuts.

Of course, I was just a kid. No margaritas for me at the Classic. I was just enthralled to see my lonely spit of land become a beehive of activity. I'd circulate with my friends among the watch-the-race people who would slowly get sloppy drunk in our front yard. I'm pretty sure that my first beer was given to me- when I was maybe 9 years old- by one of the Eliot Lounge people.

We had some kick-ass races, from a running fan's perspective. Bill Rogers, Alberto Salazar, and Bob Hodge would have been the Olympic marathon trials in 1980 if Jimmy Carter hadn't decided to politicize the Olympic team.

I don't really run much, myself... I move with a sort of short-legged mother duck waddle that belies the myth of me actually beating someone to something. But other people do.. and, as far as Google is concerned... there is no greater authority than Bob Hodge.

Bob Hodge was a Lowell kid who made it to the top of the marathon business. He's won races from here to Japan. He'd have been an Olympian, except that he peaked right around the the Olympiad where the Soviet Union went into Afghanistan... so there went that.

Instead, the local jogging elite squared off at Duxbury, running to a lighthouse and back. Folks in Green Harbor and Duxbury still talk about Bob, Bill and Alberto going neck and neck down the stretch... although, rather than settling the issue, they chose  to cross the finish line together in an act of Runner Solidarity.

Here's some Bob Hodge goodness:

Bob Hodge (runner) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Hodgie-San Through Miles of Years: Bob Hodge Running Page

I tracked down and hassled Bob Hodge... and he was good enough to do a brief email interview. A lot of my interviews die once the subject reads/hears my questions- WWE superstar Chris Nowinski is my biggest loss in this area- but Mr. Hodge was a trooper.

Enjoy!

 

Stacey:  What did the Gurnet Classic Beach Run mean to you?

Bob Hodge: A day at the beach.

 

SDid you ever win it?

B- Sort of.... http://www.bunnhill.com/BobHodge/Articles/GurneT78.htm

 Aug. 5, 1978 - 6M Beach Run, Duxbury - 30:39 (tied for 1st w/ A. Salazar)

1982 Gurnet Beach MA - 5m - 24:17 (mass group tie for first)

 

 

S- What advantages and disadvantages lie in running on a beach?

B- None. It is still one foot in front of the other, repeat.

 

S- How long was the longer version of the GCBR?

B- No one really knows for sure, perhaps six miles?

 

 

S-  About how long does a serious runner need to recover after a beach race before heading up to the Gurnet Inn bar?

B- Depends, you buying?

S- Wish I could. The Inn ws flattened by a nor'easter. They ran the bar for awhile, but I think there's like 2 big houses there now. It's a shame... I liked having a bar I could stumble home from in the neighborhood.

 

S-  Were you a big Eliot Lounge patron? We used to have two guys park in front of our house every year and drink like 20 beers each as the race wet on. They claimed to be "personal emissaries" of Tommy Leonard's, and yelled "Epic!" a lot. I know that they were allowed to take the official microphone now and then during the course of the day, so they must have had some clout.

B- Yes. My feet were cast in concrete outside.

http://www.bunnhill.com/BobHodge/rtp2.htm

I moved to the South Shore in 1978 to work at the RUNNERY in Hanover for ownwer/founder Sharpless C Jones of Scituate. They sponsored the race and of course Jack McDonald, father of the GBTC masterminded it. Eliot Loungers are everywhere awaiting the next reunion.

S- My husband said something about casting my feet in concrete once, but he said we had to be offshore in his boat. But anyways.... Did the GCBR hold prestige in the running community? If you lost the Boston Marathon to Alberto Salazar, could you sneer "Well, I whipped your ass in Duxbury" at him?

B- No.

 

 S-  How'd you do at Falmouth?

B- I had multiple top ten finishes beginning in 1975. My best was 4th in 1980, 32:38.

 

S- Would a Kenyan runner enjoy the same advantages in a shorter beach race that he seems to enjoyin the marathons?

 B- What advantages do you suppose they have?  

S- Running from Kenya.

 

S-  Did anyone ever use a Boston Whaler to sort of pull a Rosie Ruiz-style circumvention of the race route?

 B- .....

 

S-  A beach seems like a strange place to hold a race. Have you ever raced somewhere sillier?

B-  Mt Washington? A beach is the ideal place to race, at least at low tide.

 

S-  Why do they call you "Hodgie-san?"

B- http://www.bunnhill.com/BobHodge/Races/races82.htm

 

S- Did you learn to run fast while fleeing thugs while you were growing up in Lowell?

B-  http://www.bunnhill.com/BobHodge/HighSchool/HSchool.htm

 

S- Do you think Marathons are dangerous for rookies?

B- Preparation is the key.

 

 S-  Did you ever bail out mid-race take a leak?

B- ....

 

S-  A runner I know from Duxbury ( SRR Profile: Tamara Toselli-LoVuolo) has been flashed like 5 times during races at various levels of competition, including once during her high school career. Do/did you have any race groupies?

B- No

 

S- Did you ever get any Jordan-like sneaker company endorsements?

B- No, but I did OK.

 

S-  Have you ever run the historical Marathon-to-Athens route? I figure that'd be like a Jogger Hajj.  

B- No, I wish I had. Perhaps I will.

 

S-  IPodon a runner. Cool or Fool?

B- No ipod for me.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Nor'easter Blues

 

Every now and then, you need to re-title the old blog.

High Above Courtside was a good name, and will still be in the web address. Unfortunately, it's Johnny Most's catch-phrase, as well as the title of his autobiography. He deserves it for his own, and I merely wore the title in his honor for a few years.

So... one day, while I was cranking up a Marley.... I decided that we needed a new name... especially with the sudden increase of our staff, what with the babysitter (Elle) and the bookie (Abdullah) becoming more involved in the day to day operation of this website.

Ayup... we're going big-time now. My people are currently in heavy negotiations with the  www.CapeCodToday.com  people, and a nice, comfortable salary will be floating towards your favorite French-American sports blogger. You can follow us by the trail of the dead.

Honestly... I only started this blog to win All Star Game tickets, and I was amazed when I won that... I thought Diecast Dude would roll over all of us. Now, someone's gonna pay me to sit on my ass and type nonsense... it's good to be (blog)Ging.

Anywho... I thought I'd synch up all the names of all the blogs I do, just for the hell of it. East of Boston in Cape Cod Today will undergo a similar name change, although The Belly Check and Zamboni Rage (now found in The Cape Cod Times) will maintain their current monikers.

I just grabbed Nor'easter Blues out of thin air, more than one of my friends thought it sounded cool, and it should do for now. I suppose it will obligate me to go out in storms and get wet taking pictures for your amusement, but these are indeed the sacrifices artists make for their audience.

I don't think you have to change the address (for all 5 of you who have this page bookmarked), and I don't think it will screw up the Entry Alerts.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Ohhhhh, I- Aye, Oh Oh, I'm Still Alive

I'm fine. Thanks to all who have written.

The worst is still to come, but Mother Nature settled her score with me in 1991, so I would assume she's after the Republican Guard now.

Cape Cod is taking a beating, trees are down, there's coastal flooding, the power is on and off... but we've had worse.

To my sister... if I suddenly go offline, I'm most likely not dead. Chances are it's the power.

I'll try to get out tonight and tomorrow with the camera, but I have this aversion to getting soaked needlessly, and we've had about 3 to 5 inches of rain. The best wind gust I've seen was 54 mph, but my wind speed thingy is sort of in a bad spot... we may have had worse.

 

Current Radar in CT - Hartford region

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A Grassy Noel


Noel Swipes New England

I'm about a millimeter to the left of Barnstable on that map. I'm right on the water, but I'm on a bit of a hill... I should be OK unless a tree falls on me- which, if you know me, isn't out of the question.

 

Not so bad so far... 24 mph winds... 9 AM

 

So..since I may not be coming back this afternoon.... I'd better get some more cranberry pics up. Again, this is Mann Farms in Buzzards Bay.

 

I actually met Keith Mann, who runs the place. He told me that I could go to their screening room to photograph that process as well... but every time I wander over to the bog, he's too busy to ask. Someday... maybe.

 

That's Keith on the water picker, stirring the berries off their bush. They float to the surface, and are then reeled in by hand.

 

Same picture? No.

 

I hope that they get all the cranberries in within the next 3 hours or so, because the rest of the day looks pretty f'ugly.

 

Run for your lives! It's the Six And A Half Foot Super Shadow Dummy. "Trust me,,, that's a great shot. You may win the Nobel for blog photography. In fact... I've never looked better."

Notice how Mr. Nobel not only got his shadow in the picture, but he somehow turned the cranberries sort of gray in the process.

A few links you might find useful:

Kathys Pumpkin Patch - Pumpkin-Cranberry Waffles

Thanksgiving Bread recipe - Cranberry Recipes

Recipe: Ginger-Cran Leek Glazed Salmon

Recipe: White Chocolate Cranberry Cake

Recipe: Cranberry Cream Pie

YouTube - The Cranberries - Zombie

 

from my friend Gail in Rhody.....

We visited last year, and explained the process better here... The Million Cran March  and here... Mann To The Fiz-Arm

October on Cape Cod ... foliage
 
Bournedale... ruff-ly the same area
 
Dog Meets Bog.... yet more cranberries..
 
 
 
A Grassy Noel.....berries
 
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Friday, November 2, 2007

Dog Meets Bog

Hi! I'm Sloppy Dog. It's cranberry harvesting season at Mann Farms in Buzzards Bay. That's Massachusetts, on Cape Cod....you know, Pilgrim Country.

 

Most dogs get their cranberry sauce from the store, but I like to get mine fresh from the bog.

 

Fortunately, they have plenty to spare.

 

They have to harvest them today, because we're having a visit from Tropical Storm Noel tomorrow.

 

 

Being a dog, I don't know what all that stuff in he bog is. I assume that they use it when harvesting.

 

Keith Mann, who runs the place, told me that these cranberries are headed to Ocean Spray... so if you enjoy your cranberry sauce or Cape Codders, pour out a little liqour for the hardworking folks at both Mann Farms and R+B Farms.

 

I'm actually quite enchanted with this shade of red, myself.

 

Don't worry, Sloppy Dog.. we'll go back soon.

We visited last year, and explained the process better here... The Million Cran March  and here... Mann To The Fiz-Arm

October on Cape Cod ... foliage
 
Bournedale... ruff-ly the same area
 
A Grassy Noel.. yet more cranberries.. with recipes!
 
 

 

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Monday, October 29, 2007

Enough Beta Carotene To Turn A Baby Orange

The Pimpkin Patch

This is Mazzilli's Farm Stand in Wareham. When we heard they had green and white pumpkins, we immediately dispatched Elle and Abdullah to investigate... and bring back proof. No mangy bear Sasquatch here, folks... we deal in fact.

 

The green ones are Snake Gouds, and are strictly for show. Don't be eating the green pumpkins.

 

 

Rotten shot... but those front pumpkins are mammoth... maybe 50-75 pounds. The world record is abut 1400 or so... the 1200 pound pumpkin I saw at the Topsfield Fair was bigger than my college dorm.

 

 

Other than the fact that Mazilli's is on busy Rte 6 and opposite the "White Pines (Lines) crack hotel, the scenery is positively bucolic.

 

 

They also have a wide selection of African Fertitlity phallic symbols. Note the squash and the watermelon fighting for space in the same bin, much like summer and autumn fight it out every October for atmospheric preeminence.

 

The big orange one in the front is called a Cinderella pumpkin, it's wide and thin, and looks like someone tried to smash it really badly before giving up. I bought like 5 of them.

 

Let a man use your camera.. get a half-obscured shadowy pumpkin. I wasn't strong enough to hold the pumpkin and focus the camera, so I didn't kvetch about it til he had long since lost interest in this particular project.

I named that pumpkin Captain Lou Albino.

 

In fact... by the time I left... I had corn stalks tied to my roof, mums, 10 different kinds of pumpkins, 2 bales of straw... and it'll all just sit in my yard til Thanksgiving, impressing maybe 5 neighbors and my babysitter.

 

 

 

There's the white pumpkin again.... just to give you an idea how much weight I can hold in one hand steadily.

 

 

If you plan to rob Mazzilli's, may I suggest just grabbing this cart and taking off rickshaw-style?

 

 

A few pumpkin links...

Cooks.com - Recipe - Stuffed Pumpkin

Pumpkin Chowder Recipe

YouTube - Mayonaise - Smashing Pumpkins Live... YouTube - The Smashing Pumkins "Zero"

itgdcb - Putfile.com (one of the most offensive things I've ever seen, and also brutally funny... I actually spit a Newport out of my mouth when Lucy was bobbing for apples).

YouTube - Giant Pumpkin Time Lapse, High Speed Camera Explosion (if you're going to bed hungry tonight, it may amuse you to know that somebody blew up 1000 pounds of pumpkin pie with a half pound of dynamite.

YouTube - Border Collie Attacks Pumpkin.. my border collie- Sloppy- took about $40K out of my pocket by doing this to my Monponsett house.

 

Friday, October 26, 2007

propz

 

Hi!

Horn-tooting... another AOL interview for Stacey.... Redskins Behind Patriot Lines: Five [Plus One] Questions With An Enemy Blogger - FanHouse - AOL Sports Blog

I think that I have one more gig there... when the Dolphins turn up on the schedule again.... but enjoy that one while it's lasting.

 The Red Sox brought the ruckus last night,and now hold a 2-0 lead on the lookin'-overmatched Colorado Rockies. They might beat Dice K or something, but we can throw Beckett twice in 5 games, and that's pretty much going to be the World Series right there, folks.

 Colorado has fine skiing, and it's already snowing up that way. They'll be fine. Call me in 86 years, and see if I have any sympathy.

Pity is a funny thing. Only humans have it, and humans are very selective about when they use it. Peyton Manning doesn't know who I am and has never purposefully tried to harm me... but if I heard that he'd torn his knee up today, I'd be pleased.

Tearing up your knee hurts really, really badly... like wicked bad. It may make Manning cry, and even Rodney Harrisson won't call him a p****y over it. I'd wince as I watched the injury, just like a non-sociopath would.... but you'd be amazed how quickly my mind would shift into a whole other gear. "That's a whole season and the playoffs, easy... who's the backup?..... can Indy still win the division?.... has the trade deadline passed?.... possible wild card advancing now.....etc..." As the consequence of the injury set in, I may even crack a little smile..... although I'd make an effort not to let my daughters see me doing so.

I wouldn't be alone, either. Football is an ugly game, and injury is the reality. If Manning gets hurt, that's reality... and you have to deal with reality eventually. The time one wastes on pity is time taken away from preparation for the new reality. Allowing yourself a small chuckle is merely a device for defeating pity, which takes longer to exhibit than mirth does.

Anything can happen out there... which is why sports betting is so fun. It gives Manning- who actually looks like a decent enough gentleman- a chance to get back at me for laughing at his ACL injury, by beating the point spread and costing me my week's pay at the high school.

The best way to avoid letting Manning beat you by himself is to bet a lot of games. The best way to do that is to get a lot of help from your babysitter, as well as heeding what your bookmaker friend tells you. Between Elle, Abdullah and myself, we have brought you today's football picks:

 

NY Giants 21, Miami 17

Miami is in that fast-spin part of the slow swirl into the septic tank. At least they have a superb autumn climate. Last week Miami looked like my high school team at Duxbury looked when we'd go play a city team and get stomped on by all the klack girls.... 60 minutes of in-over-their-heads terror.

 

Oakland 14, Tennessee 13

This season, you have to pick teams that you don't like every now and then. Hence, the Raiders.

 

Philly 31, Minny 21

More than one team will be firing the scout who advised them to pass over freakish Minnesota tailback Adrian Peterson. The boy runs angry.... and he has a good reason to be angry, because the 21 points I pedicted equals him running wild all day, his QB-deficient offense failing to get into the end zone, and Minnesota having to kick 7 field goals.

 

St. Louis 34, Cleveland 28

St. Louis has to win some time, and a loss to an 0-7 team can be hidden easily enough among the other losses on Cleveland's 2007 resume. St. Louis QB Marc Bulger is actually, in a week-by-week basis, being pursued more doggedly than federal fugitive Whitey Bulger.

 

Chicago 14, Detroit 13

Detroit has been burning me all year, but I don't see them winning the requisite amount of these type of games that separate the 7-9s from the 10-6s.

 

Carolina 28, Indy 27

Someone will be looking ahead to New England/Indy... I choose Them.

 

Pittsburgh 21, Cincy 20

Both of these teams have looked ugly recently, but the bangles look uglier.

 

Jacksonville 10, Tampa 7

There may be better backyard football games in Florida that day, especially near UMiami.

 

NY Jets 20, Buffalo 19

Avid historian Belichick was actually gathering material for his The Sudden Rise And Fall Of The Mangina documentary that fateful/costly afternoon in September.

 

San Diego 24, Houston 14

If Sn Diego were a big Unit, their coach would be the Anti-Viagra. Call your doctor if you can't get a stiffy in 16 weeks. They can beat these clowns, though.

 

 New Orleans 28, San Francisco 7

I owe Pastor Sprague this much for that home run of a prayer he seems to have hit with the Big Guy in regards to the Red Sox. I should have him pray for my mutual funds.

 

 Green Bay 70, Denver 0

Fuh Colorado.

 

New England 38, Washington 21

21 of those 21 Redskin points will be scored against guys who are on the Patriot roster because Belichick owed their college coach a favor. If Tom Brady wanted to fu** your daughter, would you really stop him at this point?