67 posts tagged sports
Turkish photographer Pari Dukovic photographed the sport of yağlı güreş, or oil wrestling. The sport is at the heart of Kırkpınar, a festival in the Turkish city of Edirne which is soon celebrating its 651st anniversary.
This is my new morning exercise regimen. (Taken at the Arkadaş Kitabevi cafe.)
Game Day Faces. (Making fun of Ohio State, actually.)
#79 on the Bilkent Judges is now my favorite college player.
Fall Football, Tragos Edition
Today, on a cool, crisp, sunny afternoon here in Ankara, Mrs. Tragos, Baby Tragos and I met Popcorn Pudding and other friends to watch the Bilkent Judges take on the fearsome Ankara Cats in a classic American football showdown.
The action was fast, and also furious. In this shot, two Bilkent Judges sought sideline refreshment in the form of a cigarette. I was proud to capture the moment on camera.
Only 40 minutes before kickoff, Mrs. Tragos, Baby Tragos and I were privileged to witness the Ankara Cats participate in their pre-game ritual: a large number of pide slices (Turkish pizza) washed down with Coca-Cola.
For all of those who thought that the Tragoses gave up on football when we came to Turkey…think again.
I couldn’t even post all game. I don’t have a voice left. I don’t have a fingernail left.
It’s great to be a michigan wolverine!!!!!!!!!!!!!’
Denard is the g.o.a.t.
By he way, it turns out that the Turkish doctor who delivered Baby Tragos on Sunday grew up in Ann Arbor, MI, where his father was doing a PhD, and where Mrs. Tragos and I met.
Could the game have played a factor on Saturday night? I won’t rule the possibility out.
This movie poster graces the wall at our local gym. As you can see, it’s a film about life, love, tennis, police drama, tennis clubs, women who enjoy metaphors, and headbands.
It stars Björn Borg.
To anyone who might be asking the pressing question, what country will Tragos pick next for his nation-a-week self-educational project, there is an answer. Lady Luck seems to have a preference for small: this week’s country is…
There is much to learn. For example, in the 2002 Other Final (for the two lowest-ranked teams in the world) Bhutan took on Montserrat, trumping the British overseas island territory 4 to 0. It was a triumph for small nations pinioned by China and India everywhere. They made a documentary about the event. I must see it.
I have also learned that Bhutan is the eighth happiest nation on the planet, and the happiest overall in Asia. As soon as your intrepid reporter discovers why, he will publish the results.