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ESPN - "Crossing Crumlin Road: Long after he escaped Dublin, Conor McGregor still rebels against its psychic barriers. Small wonder he's crazy enough to box Floyd Mayweather."
By Wright Thompson
""Have you ever cornered a boxing fight?" Kavanagh asks.
"No," Roddy says.
"Neither have I," Kavanagh says. "Never been in a corner, amateur or pro."
"If you're gonna go, go big," Roddy says.
They're really laughing now.
"I kept meaning to do it," Kavanagh says.
When he got a text message from Conor saying the fight was a go -- it arrived at 6:10 on a Wednesday night, June 14 -- he realized he didn't have a place for a boxer to train. There were only four days to create one. He called the owner of the strip mall that houses his gym and asked about borrowing an abandoned car dealership down at the end. He got the keys and began cleaning. They hung a sheet between the showroom and the repair bays and set up the gym in the back. John got racks built for the bags. He traded favors to get an electrician to turn on the power. A plumber got the water running and installed a shower. He found a competition boxing ring out of England and had it brought to Ireland on a ferry. Finally, because managing Conor's mind is so important, he got the guys from a local art collective named Subset to do a graffiti-style mural on the wall of Conor hitting Mayweather. The artists laughed the first time they saw the space, wondering what Floyd's gym must look like, making jokes about Rocky training in the snow. The mural got painted freehand in one 12-hour burst, the fumes leaving the painters bent. Kavanagh wants that image to work in Conor's mind.
"So every day he sees that shot landing," he says. "
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Wall Street Journal - "We Need to Relax Like Roger Federer"
By Jason Gay
"This past Sunday, Roger Federer won his eighth Wimbledon men’s singles title—his first in five years. Weeks away from turning a sports-ancient 36, the Swiss legend is playing some of the best tennis of his life, and a big reason appears to be rest. As the Journal’s Matthew Futterman has elaborated upon, an injured and exhausted Federer took six months off at the end of 2016, only to show up this January in Melbourne fresh as a daisy, and win the Australian Open. Then Federer turned right around after Oz and skipped the entire clay court season and the French Open—but returned for Wimbledon and rolled to another Slam title.
“I’ve got to take more time off,” Federer said when it was done. “I’ll be gone again for the next six months if it keeps working out this [fantastically] when I come back.”
The sports science appears increasingly clear: rest may be nature’s finest performance-enhancing drug, restorative both physically and mentally. Smart teams are routinely resting key players in the NBA. (The influential San Antonio Spurs basically double as a Canyon Ranch during the regular season.) You can’t tell me a four-game suspension to begin 2016 wasn’t a reason a 39-year-old Tom Brady looked so sharp in February’s Super Bowl. Cycling giant Kristin Armstrong has full on stopped and retired twice, only to turn around and win Olympic gold medals, her most recent last year at 42.
Sports are catching up to what workplace productivity experts have known for ages: time off is good for everybody. Rested employees are consistently better employees, with higher performances and morale. Non-rested employees are...a grumpy disaster waiting to happen.
“Americans seem to believe that logging more hours leads to increased output, but respite deprivation can actually increase mistakes and workplace animosity,” then-University of Michigan nursing school Dean Kathleen Potempa wrote in the Journal a couple of years back.
Yes, everyone in the office kind of hates the guy who can’t stop talking about his three-month sea kayaking sabbatical. But it’s far worse to be the sourpuss who won’t take any vacation time and diddles away the week complaining about the air conditioning and his sandwich.
It’s obvious to the point of cliche: It’s not the quantity of work that matters, it’s the quality. This is what Federer has seized upon during what should be the end of his career. He realized: I want to win more Wimbledons. I don’t really need to schlep to another Madrid Open."
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
NJ.com - "The plane truth: How we caught Chris Christie sunbathing on a closed beach"
By Andrew Mills
"In my 23 years as a photo journalist, I've been on enough stakeouts to know when I've been made, and Gov. Chris Christie looked right at me as I pointed the long-range lens at him from a small plane about a thousand feet above Island Beach State Park in Berkeley Township on Sunday.
I've successfully hunted fugitives out of the country. I've caught alleged criminals trying to sneak out back doors of their homes or into back doors of courthouses. I've nailed high school basketball coaches warehousing players in their apartments.
Most of the time, I get the shots and make a clean getaway.
But once in a while, when the eyes meet, you know the jig is up.
Then again, it wasn't difficult to find him. There Christie was, with family and friends, on a long and empty stretch of beach near the governor's shore residence, nobody else within a country mile. They were enjoying the beautiful summer day on a beach closed to the public by Christie because of a budget standoff.
In one photo, Christie looks me dead in the eye. He has to know what's happening. Why else would a plane make two passes over his private beach party when there's no one else around?
Did we know he would be sunbathing on a closed beach?
No, but we took a shot and it paid off.
Originally, NJ Advance Media had booked a plane for the Fourth of July. The plan was to fly along the Jersey Shore on the holiday and shoot the crowded beaches, juxtaposed with the empty stretches of sand that were off-limits because of the government shutdown, if it were still in effect.
Breathtaking - but exasperating - photos for our readers and New Jersey taxpayers.
But when Sunday's weather looked good, and the governor's schedule was open except for an afternoon press briefing in Trenton, I wondered, "What are the chances ...?"
I called the pilot.
"Let's take a shot," I said. "Worst-case scenario is we get some great aerial shots of the crowded and empty beaches and we try again on Tuesday."
The pilot was game.
When I arrived at Monmouth Executive Airport and spotted the governor's helicopter, I realized he was in the area. The chopper was parked at the airport, instead of outside the mansion, where it would draw more attention. Maybe Christie was trying to lay low.
But was he hanging out inside the governor's beach house or sitting on the beach?
The airport is about 20 miles from the residence, so it didn't take us long to find out. We made one pass along the barren beach, spotted Christie and his family, and I snapped a few shots.
I told the pilot, "Don't buzz him. Just pass slowly and I'll get him again."
We circled around for a second pass, and I aimed my camera again.
Christie, even though I'm certain he saw the camera, later denied he had been on the beach.
"I didn't get any sun," he told the media.
That wasn't true, and we had the irrefutable evidence.
We posted the photos on NJ.com, and they went viral Sunday night as the national media picked up the story. Christie soon became the No. 1 trending topic on Twitter.
Christie spokesman Brian Murray, when confronted with the photos, tried to make a joke:
"He did not get any sun," Murray said. "He had a baseball hat on."
Well, that baseball cap might have protected him from the sun, but not from my lens. Or from his critics."