Things We Did Before Falling Out Of Love

You kissed me in a bar. You kissed me on the street. You kissed me on the pavement outside of my apartment. You texted me good night. I texted you unintelligible letters.

You kissed me in a Halloween costume. You kissed me in your bed. You kissed my naked skin and lent me money for a cab ride home. You texted me, I had a good time. I texted you nothing back.

You bought a red and white striped sweater that I liked. I cut your hair. You bought me an AC Newman CD from the used record shop around the corner. You slept in my bed more nights than not.

When the weather was bad, you got us Vietnamese take out from the Pho shop down the road. We scrounged pennies to buy Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and Captain Morgans spiced rum. I kissed you with fervor when I was drunk. You walked me home in the cold.

I went away. We said wed make the distance work. We didnt make it work.

I took up kickboxing. You met someone else.

I came back in the wintertime. We took a trip to Niagara Falls. You held my hand on the bus ride home. You said it was like wed never left. We put a Christmas tree up in my apartment with the hardwood floors. You said you loved me. We ordered pizza and had sex long into the night.

I taught you how to rock climb. You taught me how to love. On the sunny days we packed up bags with flashlights and trail mix and chalk bags and emergency first aid kits and we headed out to nowhere for weekends at a time. You said, Lets move to a cabin in the woods, I said, Yes, and we kissed inside our four-person tent like we were the only two people on earth.

You introduced me to your parents. I introduced you to my past. We stripped all the mistakes from our skin and we swore never to tell each others secrets. I watched movies that I didnt even like for you. You told me that you hoped wed die at ninety-five years old, in a tragic car accident with our hands clasped together, so that we never had to live in a world without each other.

We moved into the apartment with only one window. We bought black sheets to stretch over the bed. We fucked on the counters. We fucked on the dryer. We fucked on the living room floor. You said youd work eighty hours a week if you had to, and sometimes you did. I did too.

We took vacations. We were the envy of our friends. We took pictures of ourselves with tanned skin, holding coconut drinks and kissing one another on exotic foreign beaches. We laughed at ourselves for being average. We took another sip and let it slide.

We let the seasons change. We let each other change, into people we didnt always know. We got high and reveled in each others bodies. We got low and kissed the sadness from our skin. On the days when things were bad, I hid each knife in the apartment before I left for work. On the days when things were good, we got wine drunk and promised all of our tomorrows to each other.

You kissed me in the car. You kissed me at the doctors office. You kissed me with your eyes all lit up and terrified of all the tomorrows and maybes. When the cold came, we moved in closer to each other. We swore that wed make it okay. We swore that the spring would come someday.

When the earth thawed, we planted flowers in rows outside our house. I caught you staring, in the daytime, at the wild, rambling roads that used to beckon you home. Your mother said the colour had returned to your skin and I stopped hiding the knives in the back of the pantry when I left early for work. You told me you believed people could save one another. You kissed me slowly. I kissed you hard. You kissed me in the dirt and on the concrete and in the early morning hours when the sun had barely risen.

You said, Im never going to fall out of love with you.

I told you, Me too.

from All Of Beer


Spain attacks could have been bigger, police say

Barcelona (CNN)The perpetrators of the terror attacks in Barcelona and Cambrils originally planned to use explosive devices to wreak greater devastation but were apparently thwarted because their materials detonated prematurely, police said Friday.

    Witnesses describe Barcelona attack

Catalan police chief Josep Lluis Trapero told reporters that explosives were found in the Alcanar property and that police “are working on the hypothesis that these attacks were being prepared in that house.”
A source briefed on the investigation said a preliminary assessment of the Alcanar property indicated there were traces of the powerful explosive TATP in the rubble.
    TATP has been used in numerous Islamist terrorist attacks carried out in Europe, including the November 2015 Paris attacks, the March 2016 Brussels bombings, the May Manchester bombing and a failed bomb attempt by an Islamist extremist at the Gare Centrale in Brussels in June.
    The explosion meant the attackers were unable to use material they were planning to deploy in attacks in Barcelona, Cambrils and perhaps elsewhere, he said. The attack in Barcelona, capital of the Spanish region of Catalonia, was therefore “more rudimentary than they originally planned,” Trapero said.
    The revelations pointed to the alarming possibility that authorities knew nothing of an advanced plot to mount a spectacular terror attack until an accidental explosion at the perpetrators’ base — and despite this eye-catching setback the terror cell managed to carry out two further improvised attacks without impediment.

    Key developments

    — Four people have been arrested: one of them in Alcanar and three in Ripoll. Three were Moroccan citizens and another was Spanish; they ranged in age from 21 to 34. None of them had been on authorities’ radar for terrorism. Police said Friday they have identified three of the suspects, but didn’t name them publicly.
    — People from at least 34 countries were among the injured in the attacks, Catalan authorities said. US Secretary of State Rex Tillerson said an American citizen was among the dead. Two Italians were the first of the deceased victims to be named. Canadian PM Justin Trudeau said one of the dead was Canadian. Spain’s Department of Interior said four Spaniards and one Portuguese national were killed.
    — Spain’s Prime Minister Mariano Rajoy labeled the Barcelona attack “jihadi terrorism.” Rajoy’s government has declared three days of mourning across Spain.
    — The ISIS media wing, Amaq, has said the Barcelona attackers were “soldiers of the Islamic State,” but stopped short of explicitly claiming responsibility for the attacks or providing evidence for their claims.
    — King Felipe, the Spanish head of state, led a moment’s silence at Barcelona’s Plaa de Catalunya — near where the attack began. Crowds later joined in lengthy applause. “We are not afraid, we won’t forget,” they chanted.

    An attack gone wrong

    The first sign of the terror cell’s activities — although its significance was not immediately understood — came Wednesday evening when the house in Alcanar was almost completely destroyed by an unexpected explosion.
    One person, a Spanish national, died the in the blast, and another was seriously injured. Both were found inside the house. The injured man is one of the four suspects arrested. He was moved to a police station in Tortosa on Friday, Catalan police said.
    Six other people were also injured in the explosion, according to a Catalan fire department report, no information was provided as to the identity of the six.
    Police said Friday there were other “biological remains” found at the site, but it is unclear whether they belong to a different person.
    “They were trying to make explosives out of butane gas among other things,” Trapero said. He speculated that “some sort of accident” caused the explosion, therefore avoiding greater catastrophe later.
    Thwarted by the accidental explosion, and possibly alarmed at the attention it had drawn, it appears that the surviving members of the cell scrambled to mount an alternative plan. The next day at about 5 p.m., a rental van was driven at high speed from Barcelona’s Plaa de Catalunya deep into the teeming crowds on the city’s most famous thoroughfare, Las Ramblas.
    “I saw people flying into the air and everyone was running into the shops on either side,” witness Ali Shirazinia told CNN.
    At least 13 people were killed and 120 injured. The driver of the van fled on foot. The Interior Ministry said Friday that 15 of the 59 people still hospitalized remain in critical condition.
    Hours later, as details of the atrocity in Barcelona were still emerging, five attackers drove an Audi A3 into several pedestrians in Cambrils, 120 kilometers (75 miles) south of Barcelona, early on Friday morning. Police engaged in a shootout with the attackers, and all five were shot dead, four of them by one officer.
    A woman subsequently died from her injuries, Catalan emergency services said, taking the number of dead in both attacks to 14. Six others were injured, three seriously.
    Photographs showed the black Audi, flipped upside down with its windows smashed out, being removed from the scene.
    Catalan police later said they found an ax and knives in the car, and the attackers had fake explosive belts attached to them. Before being shot they had wounded one person in the face with a knife. Police were investigating whether one of the attackers was the driver of the van used in the Barcelona attack.
    Alex Folch, 28, told CNN he saw the immediate aftermath of the shootout from his holiday apartment on the fifth floor of the Club Nautic Cambrils, on the Consulat de Mar.
    He said he saw three people lying on the ground surrounded by police, one with what appeared to be “a metallic kind of belt” around the waist.
    Folch said he could see snipers on the roof beside him and later heard controlled explosions conducted by police.
    Police said later they have identified each attacker but they didn’t release their names publicly.
    The house in Alcanar appears crucial to the investigation. Trapero said several of its residents had hired some of the vehicles used in the Barcelona and Cambrils attacks. He added that “the investigation is centered on identifying those persons who were in that house.”
    A car that ran over police officers at a checkpoint in Barcelona later on Thursday was unconnected with the attacks, Trapero said. One of the occupants of the car was found to have been stabbed.

    Shock and fear in Barcelona

    The Catalan government said the Barcelona victims came from 34 countries.
    The first to be identified was an Italian, Bruno Gulotta, who worked for Tom’s Hardware Italia. He was a much-loved colleague with a partner and two young children, the company said. He had been on holiday in Barcelona with his family.The second victim named was another Italian, Luca Rosso.
    Belgium’s Foreign Ministry spokesman Jose de Pierpont said one Belgian was among those killed in the attack.
    A 74-year-old Portuguese woman has also been identified by the Portuguese government as one of the victims in Barcelona.
    Las Ramblas reopened Friday morning but reminders of the previous day’s horror were all around.
    In some outdoor cafs, full glasses of beer and sangria sat out on tables, left behind after people scattered. Overturned chairs and napkins were strewn on the street. Waiters were beginning to pick up the pieces as restaurants opened.
    Flowers, candles and messages of solidarity piled up through the day at makeshift shrines along the street.
    Some shocked residents and tourists had come to the normally bustling avenue to pay their respects to the attack victims. Others gathered for a march intended to show unity in the face of fear.
    “It was an attack against humanity,” Sandra Gregorio said after laying flowers at one of the many memorials that has sprung up. “Look at this street, Barcelonians are not afraid,” her boyfriend Marc Guzmn added. “We have to be united, now more than ever.”
    Hajar Menssouri, a 24-year-old laboratory technician and student, told CNN: “I joined the march to show that fear would not divide us.”
    Earlier, resident Federico Colmenarejo, 32, walked along Las Ramblas in a daze. His apartment overlooks the street — and he said a phone call from his grandmother at the time of the attack had saved his life because it had stopped him going out.
    “Just to think how is it possible that I cross this street every day on my way to work. I can’t believe it. In Barcelona this never happens,” he told CNN.

    from All Of Beer

    Tom Green: ‘It demystifies the presidency when you’ve had Trump scream in your face’

    The online prankster who got fired by Trump returns to standup and talks about where you draw the line in comedy

    Tom Green has been rapped about by Eminem, fired by Donald Trump and married briefly to Drew Barrymore. He made an influential and outrageous MTV series (The Tom Green Show), as well as one of the most reviled films of all time (Freddy Got Fingered). He also documented his experience of testicular cancer in a TV special that didnt blanch at the sight of the surgeons scalpel. And it is not merely a figure of speech to say that he has guts millions of viewers have seen them, unpacked on the operating table during surgery to inspect his lymph nodes.

    Sitting in a London bar, the 45-year-old, 6ft 2in Canadian comic is more contemplative than the manic, bug-eyed goofball who made his name in the 1990s. Back then, he blurred the line between pranks and performance art, prowling the streets with baguettes strapped to his head, addressing passing businessmen as Mummy or gyrating against roadkill. It was the roadkill stunt that earned him a namecheck from Eminem, who complained in The Real Slim Shady: Sometimes I want to get on TV and just let loose, but cant / But its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose.

    Green sips his beer. People thought I was completely nuts, he says in his soft, rumbling voice. Part of the confusion, he suspects, can be blamed on the decision to carry over his hysterical persona into talkshow appearances. Playing Tom Green quickly became an exhausting full-time job. Id go on The Tonight Show and scream into the camera. I felt the pressure to make myself seem unhinged. I want people to know that Im not just this crazy person flailing around. A lot of thought goes into what I do.

    One of the most reviled films of all time Green in Freddy Got Fingered. Photograph: Chris Helcermanas-Benge/Associated Press

    It is for this reason that he bristles when I ask how it felt to be at the forefront of the 90s wave of gross-out comedy. It bothers me when people say shock comic or gross-out because that was only one type of comedy I did. There was prank comedy. Man-on-the-street-reaction comedy. Visually surreal comedy. But you do something shocking and that becomes your label. That dead moose, it seems, cast an awfully long shadow.

    Just as the goatee and floppy fringe of his 20s have been replaced by short hair and a black beard splotched with grey, so the pranks and skits have given way to more mature pursuits. He presents an online talk show, Tom Greens House Tonight, from his living room, and has made an enthusiastic return to his standup roots. Im surprising myself on stage every night, he says.

    The material in his current European tour, he says, is the strongest of his career. He is still railing against technology and social media one of his most inspired recent routines finds him crouched on a stool, limbs retracting into his body, as he imagines the human form reduced to two muscular, elongated, rapidly flapping text-messaging thumbs.

    The new show, he adds, is also his most personal. Subjects include his battle with cancer and the reality of being 45 and not having children. Inevitably, the current US president, who fired him from The Apprentice, crops up. I talk about how it demystifies the presidency when youve sat there and had him scream in your face. Wow, that guys the president? I really shouldve gone up for all of those jobs in my life that I never felt qualified for.

    Green savaged Trump in a rap parody last year but the challenge, he says, is to keep the mood inclusive, irrespective of political affiliation. If its negative and hostile for half the audience, then not only is that half not laughing, theyre not even listening. We happen to be meeting on the day that a picture emerged of the US comic Kathy Griffin holding a bloodied Trump mask in a mocked-up decapitation pose. Jim Carrey and Alec Baldwin sprang to her defence, but Green sounds a cautionary note. She made a mistake. As comedians, we all get into that mode of thinking of the worst thing imaginable but you usually have the ability to pull back before releasing it to the world.

    It may seem a bit rich to hear restraint preached by the man who, in Freddy Got Fingered, bites a babys umbilical cord before using it to spin the infant around his head, showering the maternity ward with blood. Then again, there is an underlying tenderness to Greens humour. Its important to remember that he hands the baby lovingly to its mother and that Freddy Got Fingered is the story of a man who just wants his daddy to love him, even if it means spraying him with elephant semen. (Green, whose father was a captain in the Canadian army, calls the movie semi-autobiographical.)

    The comic enjoyed his first burst of fame at the age of 19 in his native Ottawa as part of the rap group Organised Rhyme, where he went by the name MC Bones. When the band was dropped by their label, he lived in his parents basement devising and shooting increasingly ambitious comedy videos that went out on a Canadian public access station. Some were simple vox pops; others, such as the prank in which he arranged for his fathers car to be spray-painted with an explicit lesbian sex scene, transforming it into the Slutmobile, demanded complex levels of planning.

    Much of the humour arose from the conflict between these provocations and the essentially reasonable nature of the Canadian national character, as personified by his long-suffering parents, who became one of the subjects of his comedy (he once woke them up, on camera, at 3am to demand that they watch a Bon Jovi video with him) but never the butt.

    MTV snapped up hundreds of these prank videos and gave Green his own show. Within weeks, he was fielding calls from Oprah Winfrey, Pepsi and his hero David Letterman. Drew Barrymore asked him to appear with her in Charlies Angels and the pair started dating, generating a media storm that endured throughout their two-year relationship, which included five months of marriage.

    What with the couples divorce at the end of 2001, the notoriety of Greens MTV show, the Eminem song, the cancer diagnosis and the furore over Freddy Got Fingered, it felt as if every pop culture news item in the early 2000s revolved around him. Its true. A couple of those things would have been enough, but every day there was a story about me. And when something is in everyones face, they want to attack it.

    When I ask if there is anything he feels is now overlooked about his comedy, his thoughts return to those heady early days. When the show went out on MTV in 1999, we were inventing something and trying to smash TV conventions. I feel I get credit for that on the street but not in the mainstream. There are billion-dollar franchises that have literally reshot and recreated my material.

    I mention Jackass, which was devised by members of his team while he was on hiatus recovering from cancer, and Sacha Baron Cohen. All sorts of stuff, yeah, he nods. I was the first one who put all that together, this guerrilla-sketch-comedy-skateboarder-lifestyle-reality thing, which is essentially what YouTube is today. It can be a little frustrating not to get credit for that.

    Still, theres a sense he may finally be getting his due. Eric Andre, who has a groundbreaking show on Adult Swim, has acknowledged Greens influence. One website recently called him the original troll. Even Freddy Gets Fingered is being appreciated at last for its punk surrealism.

    For Green, standup is his future. When Im 65 and still performing every week, Id like people to say, You know, when that guy was a kid, he made these weird, crazy videos? And theyll have to go look for them rather than it being the first thing they know about me.

    Tom Green is at the Nottingham Glee Club, 13 June. Box office: 0871 472 0400. Then touring.

    from All Of Beer

    Drink: forget claret, champagne and port – there are interesting Christmas alternatives

    Our drinks writer draws up her alternative festive plan

    By the time you read this, well have endured 54 days of full-on festive hype since the Christmas promotions kicked off the day after Halloween. And I, for one, have had enough. If I have to hear or write about another claret or chteauneuf thats perfect for the turkey, Im going to give up the day job. So here, for fellow grumps and Scrooges, is an alternative Xmas (or alt-xmas, as I suppose we must now call it) drinking plan.

    Curatolo Marsala Superiore Dolce: serve with mince pies.

    For those who do not want to hear that you need to leave a glass of sherry out for Santa, try madeira or marsala for a change. Waitrose has the delicious, slightly orangey Curatolo Marsala Superiore Dolce (18% abv) for just 11.29. You could use whatever Santa and Rudolph dont drink to make zabaglione before dry January sets in.

    Similarly, refuse to drink French wine with your Christmas dinner, and instead go for a lush South American red. I asked my local wine shop in Bristol, Davis Bell McCraith, to recommend an alternative to claret and they came up with a cracking Argentinian malbec/cabernet blend called Amancaya (15.99 DBM, 14.50 Fareham Wine Cellar, 17.50 Oxford Wine Company; 14.5% abv), a joint collaboration between Lafite Rothschild and Nicolas Catena. After all, its much more fun chatting to the staff in a local indie on Christmas Eve than battling the supermarket queues.

    Starting with smoked salmon? Drink sauvignon blanc rather than champagne. Or a fragrant malt whisky such as the delicate, sweet, heathery Mackmyra Brukswhisky Swedish Whisky (42 Oddbins; 41.4% abv), which is one of the most delicious drams Ive tasted this year.

    And with the stilton? Please not port again: go and track down a bottle of sloe gin, which in my book is the best present bar none to take to friends or family youre staying with. Tescos Finest Sloe Gin (29% abv) is not half bad at 14 for a full-size bottle, and you can always resolve to make your own in 2017. Alternatively, buy a full-size bottle of the dark, rich, sweet Port Barrel-Aged Greenwich Ale (6% abv) that Meantime has made for Marks & Spencer this year: great value at 5.50.

    Finally, your friends will love you if you bring along the ingredients for knocking up a few cocktails. The best bargain of all is an orange liqueur called LEsprit dOrange (22% abv), which is a ridiculously cheap 4.99 at Lidl and which you could also add to caramelised oranges, a sorbet or a batch of marmalade; I even add a dash to my mulled wine. Happy Christmas and thank goodness its nearly over.

    Fiona Becketts new ebook, 101 Ways To Enjoy Cheese And Wine, is out now at 4.50.

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    Bobby Morrow, the greatest Olympic sprinter you’ve never heard of

    David Lengel: American Bobby Morrow won three medals on the track at the 1956 Olympic Games before rapidly falling out of the limelight

    Former high school classmates have attempted to visit him at his San Benito, Texas farm. Old friends have tried again and again to call and catch up. It seems that at least for now, 80-year-old Bobby Morrow, an all-time great Olympic sprinter who for decades has struggled to deal with the notoriety surrounding his achievements, has chosen to live out his years in isolation.

    Sixty years ago, in 1956, it was a different story altogether. Morrow was an invincible 21-year old who had rocketed to fame after putting together the most dominant athletics performance since Jesse Owens. The highly criticized new cinder track at the Melbourne Cricket Ground couldnt stop Morrow, nor could a virus that knocked 10lbs off his 6ft frame just days before the Games. Only a powerful headwind prevented Morrow from setting a world record 100m run, storming past The Queensland Hurricane Hector Hogan halfway through his race for gold.

    In the 200m, Morrow, known as the most relaxed sprinter of all-time had his cheeks flapping about as he powered past the field in 20.6 seconds, breaking Owens 20-year-old record. I wanted to emulate the great Owens, said Morrow after his run. Another Owens record would fall next: the 4x100m world mark that had previously been set with the icon as anchor.

    Bobby Morrow wins the 100m in Melbourne 1956.

    Fifteen years ago, I met with a reflective Morrow, who in one of his more upbeat moments said: I was born and raised right here on this farm and its amazing that a kid you know a little town like San Benito could be able to go to the Olympic Games and you know you have to pinch yourself every once and a while, even now.

    For Morrow, it all began in those sprawling cotton fields where the competition was his cousins. He dominated at San Benito High School where he played sports against Bert Keys.

    Nobody ever did it like he did it, said Keys. When the gun went off he was off and running. He was unbelievable. And the thing about it was, for the first 20 or 30 yards, people could keep up with him, but by the last 20 or 30 yards he was all alone.

    By 1953, college scouts from the Southern California track powerhouses gathered in southeastern Texas to watch the San Benito Bullet run in the high school state championships. But Morrow, then described as an ultraconservative Christian declined a scholarship with the established track schools, got married and stayed in the state, attending Abilene Christian College, where he would help form a Texas sports dynasty.

    I saw him run several times, said his coach Oliver Jackson, who died in 2007. And I knew right then that he was a pure thoroughbred.

    Jackson, who would go on to coach four Olympic champions, told Sports Illustrated that Bobby had a fluidity of motion like nothing Id ever seen. He could run a 220 with a root beer float on his head and never spill a drop. I made an adjustment to his start when Bobby was a freshman. After that, my only advice to him was to change his major from agricultural sciences to speech, because hed be destined to make a bunch of them.

    Despite the fact that Morrow ran a then-unthinkable 9.3 seconds in the 100-yard dash, the same Southern California track experts that sought his signature for college were wary of Morrows talents heading into the 1956 Olympic trials.

    Morrow winning in the 100m heats at the 1956 Olympics. Photograph: Bettmann/Corbis

    They were always skeptical of people from Texas anyway because you know theyd say, well you had a big wind behind you [a reference to the belief that Texan track meets often had big tail winds doe to the flat terrain], Morrow said. How much wind did you have? They always brought up that angle of it. How much wind did you have? So we always had to do a little better so we could say that didnt make any difference.

    Morrows dominated the trials at the Los Angeles Coliseum, qualifying easily with wins in the 100m and 200m, dismissing any doubts about being pushed ahead by Texas winds. In Melbourne, Morrow, who benefited by the absence of his chief rival, the injured Dave Sime, cruised to multiple victories.

    Morrows fame exploded: he made the cover of Time, Sport and Sports Illustrated, and beat out Mickey Mantle, Frank Gifford and Paul Hornung for SIs Sportsman of the Year Award. The Texan also appeared on several television programs, including the larger than life Ed Sullivan Show. While such popularity would be a dream scenario for many, for Morrow, it was the start of decades of disillusionment.

    He was the finest sprinter of his era, said Olympic historian David Wallechinksy. But it was a short era.

    The souring surrounding his new post-Olympic success actually began in Melbourne, where Morrow was quick to catch on to the injustices of amateurism. In the time before Olympic sprinting medals translated into wealth, shoe companies interaction with athletes was limited to if youre going to go to the bathroom you may want to use the third stall on the right [to pick up your money] according to Wallechinsky.

    Morrow was particularly stung by what he saw as hypocrisy surrounding the controversial Avery Brundage, who headed up the US Olympic Committee from 1930 through 1953. Morrow told Sports Illustrated that there were plenty of food and accommodation perks for …a bunch of guys whose job was to hand out soap and towels, because they had to find something for them to do.

    Morrow would later attempt to right what he believed were the wrongs of the era, and despite having to hand over television quiz show winnings to his university – he could donate money linked to athletics but not profit from it and cash in plane tickets for food and drive to meets instead, Morrow set himself on qualifying for Rome in 1960.

    Morrow performed well back at Abiline Christian College, but when the Rome 1960 Olympic trials came around, Morrow was suffering a groin injury sustained during a warm up meet and couldnt run in the trials. Still, there was a spot available as a reserve, and Morrow was invited to train in California with the squad. He arrived healthy in Los Angeles, and promptly began to beat athletes who had made the team.

    When its time to go to the Olympics, I kept calling the night before, and they said no we havent made up our minds, we havent decided yet, you know, we dont know yet, were still meeting, Morrow recalled. They said you just meet us at the airplane at LAX, and we will tell you if youre going or not. So I met them out there and they said no. Youre not going. I dont know why they didnt take me in 60.

    Morrow may have been left on the runway because the US had a healthy Sime on their roster. The Duke star had beaten Morrow before and held world records. They also had Ray Norton, who was favored to duplicate Morrows feat of winning three gold medals.

    Then again, Morrow, still very much in his prime with three Olympic gold medals in his pocket, had testified at a US Senate hearing that there were too many freeloaders at the 1956 Olympic Games, statements that did not sit well with the all-powerful Brundage.

    In Rome, Sime finished second in the 100m to West German Armin Harry, before the 4x100m team flopped after being disqualified after Frank Budd handed off to Norton out of his zone. Back home, Morrow felt humiliated by the way he was treated and that, added to his anger with the way amateur athletes were treated, fueled his decision to retire from the track.

    In 1961, Morrow began a campaign to reverse the paltry stipend US athletes were forced to live on while higher ups enjoyed all the trimmings of high profile sports executives. He appealed for, and received an audience with Bobby Kennedy where he was able to air his gripes. Then he was invited to speak at a US Senate hearing for a second time, one that yielded little to no change.

    A bitter Morrow felt his being shunned by the US track and field community came as a result of his attempts to bring change. He further retreated from public life, leaving Houston where he was training to be a stock broker before returning to the San Benito Valley where hes spent most of his time since.

    Despite his achievements on the track and his campaigns for better treatment off it, Morrow remains a champion lost to history.

    I dont get mentioned, said Morrow. I get left out a lot. And I think thats because I was fighting them so much … that may be a part of it. I dont know.

    from All Of Beer

    10+ Food Orders That Were Terribly Misunderstood

    You know the saying “you should be careful what you wish for”? Well, you should be careful what you order too and we’re about to show you why.

    Below, Bored Panda has put together a list of hilariously messed up orders. Some of the orders were clearly misunderstood by the waiter while others were purposely messed up. Either way, all these people definitely didn’t get what they were expecting and it’s hilarious. Keep on scrolling to take a look and don’t forget to vote for your favorites!

    How badly has your food order been messed up? Submit your pic to the list!

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    Animal Serial Killer’s Death Toll Rises To 17… And Officials Are Scared Humans Are Next!

    This is straight up sociopathic!

    17 animals have been found dead by scalpel in Canada over the past year, and authorities are starting to think the serial killer could upgrade to human targets soon.

    Throughout 2016, nearly a dozen and half animals — including coyotes, snakes, rabbits, geese, dogs, and cats — have been found mutilated in public places around London, Ontario, with their blood drained and their organs professionally removed.

    While the killer was mostly only attacking wild animals at first, a headless dog was found skinned outside a beer store last Friday… which, in addition to a cat carcass located alongside the Thames River recently, means he’s officially going after domestic animals as well.

    But to make things even worse, Judy Foster, executive director of London Human Society, believes this crime spree could have started TWO years ago when the animal rights organization received a skinned goose at their front door!

    Judy spoke with

    But just in case you missed that… Mike doubled down on his point to The Montreal Gazette on Friday, adding:

    “This will continue to escalate. This is not a prank, it’s not mischief. It’s sexual, it’s predatory, it’s high risk, and it’s criminal.”


    Harming animals is one of the three traits commonly attributed to early warning signs of serial killers… so we would take his advice seriously!

    Stay safe out there, Canadian Perezcious Readers!!

    [Image via NBC.]

    from All Of Beer