Gary’s 50th Birthday Bash
Better late than never. October is such a busy, fun-filled month for us; Steve’s father’s birthday, Steve’s birthday and Blake’s birthday so we’re having a party and even a play ground for the kids from www.softplaydesignandinstallation.co.uk. But best of all this year, was getting together with family to celebrate Gary’s 50th. My pictures are a little out of focus (hopefully Kenny & Gary have better), but I thought my few pictures might get the ball rolling with others posting theirs.
The first two pictures are from our evening at Havana’s. The third is a shot of the Neshaminy Creek in Chalfont from the bridge (remember when it was an old wooden bridge?). The last is one of the covered bridges we visited.
Lake Weekend
Impressive showing by the fans
The fans really responded to the call for a stadium “White Out” for last night’s game against Notre Dame. This shot was taken from the student section (actually it’s a panorama of 6 shots stiched together).
EDIT: Found another notable shot
One thing that is interesting about the shots is that they are taken directly opposite each other. It’s like each of the photographers were directing their camera at the other.
Reminder that you can click on the photos to see an enlarged version of each shot.
And one more for good measure (this one is already at max resolution).
Couldn’t leave out this one from Sports Illustrated
Ron and the Phi Psi 500
by request (since it appears that he isn’t about to tell the story).
Sometime in the mid 80s, Ron called me up and said that he wanted to challenge me in the Phi Psi. I wasn’t in the greatest shape but figure my experience would count for something so I gladly accepted the challenge. Ron flew into New York from Chicago and we headed up to State College for the weekend (I’m pretty sure that Gary came along too).
I used some of my influence with the Phi Psi’s to make sure that Ron and I would be teamed together at the start – racers go off five at a time in 30 second intervals in order to space out the hordes. That way we’d be able to go head-to-head.
At some point shortly before the start of the race, a local newspaper reporter got wind that Ron had flown all the way in from Chicago to challenge me in the race so she interviewd him. I wasn’t privy to the actual interview but someone told me that Ron was brimming with confidence in the interview. He evidently said something to the effect of “I’ve been listening to these Phi Psi stories for years and, even though my brother is supposed to be pretty good, I think I can out run his butt handily.”
The way that the Phi Psi course is laid out, you have to run about a third of a mile to the first bar. The six bars are then strung closely together for about the next third of a mile. Then you finish by running the third of the mile back to the starting line. When you get to the first bar, you’ve run a decent distance and you can be quite winded but you can’t wait to catch your breath, you need to quickly slam that beer down and move on.
I knew that Ron was in better shape than I was so my plan wasn’t to try and out run him. It was to make up time IN the bars drinking the beers. I knew from experience that the Phi Psi isn’t like any other run that you have ever done and the first time you do it, it can be quite difficult.
I had no idea what Ron’s strategy for the race was going to be but having caught him mentioning several times about how he thought he could outrun me, I didn’t expect him to just run along with me. I figured he’d take off on his own and that’s exactly what he did. That was just what I had hoped. All I had to do was maintain contact with him and just look for the right moment to make my move.
Ron went off at a nice pace and I settled in a few yards behind him. I’d estiimate he probably had about 20 yards on me as he ran into the first bar, aptly named The Phyrst. The Phyrst is a basement bar so you have to run down a dozen or so steps to get into it. The beers are all lined up waiting for you on the bar right smack at the bottom. You just slam your 50 cents on the bar to pay for the beers (archaic PA laws meant that each runner had to actually pay for his beer when they came in), chug the beer, then turn to the right and go out the back door which was only about 15 feet away. There wasn’t a whole lot of room in the bar and you didn’t stay in it very long.
The 20 yard lead that Ron had meant that he probably got to the bar maybe 4-5 seconds ahead of me (however even thought he was in front of me he had no idea how big a lead he had while I knew exactly how far behind I was). As I came down the stairs, he was staring at his beer which was maybe a third empty. This was my moment. As many people have said the first time they run the race “you think you are going to be thirsty when you get to the bars but when you look at that first beer, it’s not the least bit appetizing”. I quickly chugged the beer, turned and ran out the back door and that’s the last I saw of Ron until the end of the rest.
I continued on my way and forced myself to finish the race. I wasn’t in particularly good shape, so a victory over me was really there for the taking. I don’t remember what my time was but it was one of my worst ever. I struggled but finished and then waited for Ron.
He came in a minute or two after me. He was in considerable discomfort and bent over trying to keep from getting sick. Just about that point, the reporter saw him. She came over and asked “how did you do?” Reportedly, Ron’s response was “It was a LOT harder than I thought it would be – but at least I think I beat my brother”. At that point the reporter pointed in my direction and said “I don’t think so. He’s been back here for a while.” Ron looked like this 😯 .
After he regained his composure, Ron explained what had happened. He said that he felt relatively good going off and that he thought he was running well under control. He said that when he got to the bottom of the stairs at the Phyrst and tried to drink the beer he had a little trouble getting it down. He said he took a couple of gulps and then tried to catch his breath (this was the moment that I saw him staring at his beer). He then took another couple of gulps but had trouble with them too (while he was forcing those gulps down, I had finished my beer and was headed to the back door). Ron said that at this point he decided to change his strategy. He decided he would just make sure he stayed ahead of me so he kept an eye on the front stairs waiting for me to come down as he finished the beer (unfortunately for him, at this point I was already headed UP the back stairs).
At each succeeding bar, Ron invoked the same strategy – drink the beer as fast as he could without forcing it but while also keeping one eye on the door so he could stay in front of me. Of course, while he was doing that, I was just stretching my lead.
So, although my time was one of my worst ever, my head-to-head victory made it one of my more satisfying races.
Ron – feel free to correct anything that I might have wrong (or add anything that you would like) 😆
My “unretirement”
Today was the Beer Mile. I would have to label my performance a qualified success. I had a few goals in mind when I committed to the race a couple of months ago and I met several.
My first objective was to lose some weight. When I decided to do this back in July I weighed 244.5 lbs – grossly overweight. I ambitiously set a goal of losing 30 lbs by race day. My battery died on my scale Friday so I don’t know exactly what my weight was today (the scale uses a 3 volt watch battery which isn’t exactly carried by your local mini mart). However, I was at 222 lbs Friday so I’m pretty pleased with the 22.5 lb loss even if I didn’t make my target weight (I’m going to keep working on getting it down further).
My next objective was to break 15 minutes. As a reminder, the rules of the race call for the runners to drink a 12 oz can of beer, run a quarter mile, then repeat three times. When I told my buddy Kevin (he’s the Tavern bartender, and former race winner (specifically in 2004), that invited me to participate) that that was what I wanted to do, he looked at me askance and said “that’s pretty aggressive, that would have beat my time last year”. I assured him that I thought it was doable.
However, I also acknowledged that one of my competitive advantages in the Phi Psi 500 was going to be negated by a specific Beer Mile rule. One thing that set me apart in the Phi Psi was the ability to throw up without having it affect my ability to run (one year I ever ralphed without breaking stride). In the Beer Mile, though, you are penalized if you throw up by having to run an extra lap (once you throw up though, you’re golden – you can throw up as many times as you would like after that – the max penalty is just that one lap). While I continued to publicly state that my objective was 15 minutes, I privately acknowledged to Kevin that I was worried about throwing up and would be happy with a 20 minute time if I had to do the extra lap.
One of the things that my experience in this race has taught me is that getting the beer down while you are breathing heavily is difficult (Ron will attest to this 😆 ). That factored into my strategy. Basically, I formulated a plan that called for me to walk about the last 100 yards of each lap so that I would get my breathing under control before I chugged the beer. I figured I could make up considerable time in the beer drinking part of the race by doing this.
Last night I upped the ante a little. I told two of Kevin’s roommates – one current – one ex, who was back in town for the race – that I was planning on beating them. They are both in their late 20s and had run previously with times in the 15-25 minute time frame. I’m not sure that they took the braggadocio of this 62 year old too seriously.
When I got to the race this afternoon I found out some more details of the race. There were about 40 people participating (maybe 30 were running individually but some others were just competing in a relay version). The entrants were broken up into 8 person heats. Kevin and I were in the second heat. Also in heat two were Kevin’s girlfriend Ellen (a runner who had actually beaten Kevin last year), Kevin’s brother Ryan, Kevin’s old roommate Rob who I had boasted that I would beat, and a couple of people that I didn’t know. We would all stand around this high table and would start the chug at the beginning together. At that point, I made another prediction. I told the group that I planned on being first away from the table. I also said that I would probably be last at the halfway point but that my strategy would mean that I would be catching people in the last half of the race.
The actual race started at about 4 PM. In the first group was the two time defending champion so Kevin paid particular attention to him since Kev was intent on winning it again. The champ got away cleanly and was off to the races. His first lap split put him under record time (at least the State College Beer Mile’s record time) but he clearly looked like he was struggling a little with the second beer. By the time he finished the second lap it was clear that he wasn’t going to set a record. He also really struggled with the third beer – he must have taken a good 45 seconds getting it down (Kevin was smiling the whole time). He finally finished it and pulled away from the table. Now the course is set up so that you run about 50 yards to a small track where you do about a 300 yard loop then run back to the start along the same 50 yard stretch that you started out on. As the defending champ started out on his third lap, a girl was approaching him just finishing her second. When they were about 6-8 feet apart he let lose with a projectile vomit that just missed her by inches (I when I say missed, I don’t mean missed her feet, she ducked and it went right over her head). Needless to say that got a HUGE roar from the crowd (it also delighted Kevin because it meant the guy had to do an extra lap and the race was wide open). The winner of that heat finished around 11 something – the former champ’s time was around 12 minutes. At that point, I told Kevin the race was there for his taking. I told him I expected him to lap me during my second and his third lap.
Our group was next. Now while there were a couple of guys running who were 40 or 50ish, I was clearly the oldest and I’m sure some people were looking at me askance. Right then Kevin pointed to me and announced to the crowd “Don’t underestimate him. He’s a former Phi Psi 500 champ”. One of the guys in our heat that I didn’t know turned to me then and said “Yeah but how long ago was that”. “OK. 20 years” I admitted “but experience IS a factor in this race”.
Then our heat started. I slammed the beer down and, true to my prediction, I was the first one away from the table. The race start takes place in this women’s backyard and she has a raised porch which the racers run parallel to for the first 30 feet or so. Most of the crowd spectates from the porch. As I took off, it gave me great pleasure to hear someone in the crowd say “Wow. The old guy is off first”.
I held the lead for about 30 yards before Kevin blew by me. One by one, everyone else in the group passed me too. Sticking to my strategy I walked in the last 100 yards of the lap. I was the last one to get to the table. Kevin had already taken off on his second lap and his brother might have also. This would have to be the point where I made my move. Pop!. Slam! (ok – semi-slam. I did stop to take a breath about 2/3 of the way through the can), and I’m off (I think in third place but things start getting a little fuzzy at this point).
In retrospect, I was perhaps a little too aggressive on the drinking end. I got all of about 15 yards away from the table and started to ralph. I held back the first spasm but realized that there was no way I was going to hold it back for the whole race so I just let it go. Upchuck city – although it was just a small one and wasn’t nearly as spectacular as others I would see that day. However, that meant I was doomed to another lap.
The second lap was a carbon copy of the first. One by one, even though I was third out, one by one, most, if not all, of the others in my group passed me. Also as I predicted, Kevin lapped me with about 50 yards to go in that lap. When I got to the table for my third beer, the others were all standing around drinking their beers… but none of them were downing them too rapidly. Once again, I drew upon my strength – Pop! Semi-Slam! (this time I stopped twice while chugging the beer though), and I’m off again. I even left Kevin at the table doing his fourth beer (he admitted later that he was quite impressed that I arrived after him but left before him). Of course, he repassed me about 10 seconds later.
Again the rest of the group passed me during the lap (to be honest I don’t know if they all did or not but certainly MOST did). As I arrived at the table there was the usual cast of characters there, however, they most definitely were struggling. Once again, I made my move, chugged the beer, and left others standing around nursing theirs. As I pulled away from the table I heard Kevin yell for me to go. I yelled back that I had to pace myself because I had to tack a penalty lap on. Right then, Kev said “Don’t worry. Rob has a half mile to go too.” That helped inspire me.
My strategy now became to just make sure I stayed ahead of Rob. It helped that decidedly fewer people passed me on this lap. Now that was partially because two or three had lapped me and had already finished but it was also true that I had left several of the others a good distance behind still drinking their last beers.
I was walking the last few yards of my mile when the crowd started to yell at me to run because someone was gaining on me. I started to run but yelled back in protest that I still had another penalty lap to run. In retrospect, I’m glad I did because I touched the table just before the guy who was trying to catch me. It was the guy who made the comment to me at the start about “how long ago was that?” It did give me a little satisfaction to know that my time for the mile was actually better than his even if he did beat me in the race because I had a penalty lap tacked on (it also meant that I was able to exactly pinpoint my mile time as 15:41 – not the 15 minutes I had hoped for but also not too bad).
For the last lap, I pretty much went into one of those survivor trots that you’ve no doubt seen many a runner do at the end of their race. I had a couple of hundred yards on Rob and I just had to basically hang on to beat him which I managed to do. A couple of other people, including Kevin’s girlfriend Ellen, did pass me on the last lap though. I think I came in 7th in our group. My final time for the mile and 1/4 was 19:13, so I did get under the 20 minute window that I was worried about with a five lap run.
Jason was in the next group and he started out with a vengance. He downed the first beer and was the first one out in his group. I looked like I might be in trouble. He wasn’t near as quick with the second beer though and by the time he got to the third, I knew he didn’t have a prayer. In fact he must have spent about five minutes at the table downing the third beer (much of the time hanging over the fence behind the table losing his lunch). He finished around 25 minutes.
Kevin did wind up winning the race although it did turn out to be a little difficult. As he was finishing, his brother was a few yards behind him. Kevin slowed up so that they could cross the line together (they finished in 9:48). However, the race commitee refused to recognize this gallantry, declaring that no ties were allowed and made them run a two lap two beer tie-breaking match race. Kevin beat his brother by about 5 seconds this time to win the title for the second time.
I had a lot of fun doing it and might continue to work out to give it a go again next year. I’m curious about how well I coud do if I were actually in any kind of decent shape.
Larry the Legend…
It’s nice to know some people still remember.
I made my usual Friday night rounds last night (came off the wagon – my experiment with not drinking on weekends to expediate my weight loss wasn’t working all that well). Started off by watching the women’s volleyball team open their season up with a huge win over Texas (PSU is ranked #3 in the country and Texas #4 – PSU won 3 games to 1), then headed down to the Tavern.
I walked into the bar and David Gray (PSU soccer player and son of a couple of old friends, all of whom I’ve mentioned on the blog a couple of times) was sitting at the bar chatting with a couple in their 50s. David immediately calls me over and introduces me to the couple. As he does so he says to me “Tim was a Phi Psi here” and then tells the couple “Larry used to run in the Phi Psi”. The guy asked me when I ran and I told him almost every year after 1971. I then asked him when he was there and he said that he was the race chairman in 1975, at which point I said “that was about when I was in my heyday.”
Right then he asks “What was your name again?”. When I tell him, he goes “Omigod! You were a legend!” He then proceeds to tell his wife and David how I won it a couple of times, that I held a couple of records, and that I was in their “History of the Phi Psi” book. At one point David said “Well I had heard Pat (Daugherty) say that Larry was a Phi Psi legend, but I thought he was just joking.” That’s when when the guy goes “Oh no. He was a REAL legend”. Cracked me up. 😀
Needless to say we spent about an hour swapping Phi Psi stories (sorry Ron, didn’t get a chance to tell yours).
The Littlest Falls’ Vacation ’07
“Fear the Deer”
You might remember a post I made a couple of months ago about a blog that I was creating about the State College Spikes baseball team. The intention at the time was to just track the Pittsburgh Pirates draft choice to try to figure out which ones might get assigned to State College. Well that worked out so well that I decided to keep it up for the entire season.
Not surpisingly I’ve swizzled the blog a lot since I originally created it – I’ve changed the format a couple of time, added a few features, and actually renamed it “Fear the Deer” which is the team’s rally cry.
I occasionally add some editorial content but for the most part the blog is simply a collection of news stories, game reports, and box scores about the team. Even with no effort of my own to promote it, it’s generated a modicum of success:
- I’ve had over 7000 visitors to date and hope to hit 10,000 before the season ends.
- I’ve made my way to the first page of Google search results when you search for “State College Spikes”.
- WordPress.com listed me as #78 on their Blog of the Day Growing Blogs list a couple of weeks ago.
- Numerous baseball blogs have found me and included me in their links, among them are:
- “The Pittsbugh Lumber Company” includes me in their blogroll
- “Bucs Dugout” has me on their homepage in the Pirates Links section
- “Crawdad’s Blog” – a blog about the Pirates Hickory TN farm club has me in their blogroll
While it certainly hasn’t enjoyed the exposure my “Every Day is Valentine’s Day” exploit did, it’s really not doing all that bad – and I’m having fun doing it.
I’m Trying to Get in Shape, too!
Over the past month or so, I’ve been trying to get back into shape by running on a regular basis. It was actually quite timely, because my first day of running was actually July 4th. It was the following day that Larry posted his entry about getting serious about doing something about his weight. BTW, Larry, let’s see some updated figures!
 I had decided I had to get serious too because a few weeks prior when I was packing for our Battle Creek golf trip I tried on some of my golf shorts, and most of them didn’t fit because I had gotten too fat. I didn’t start running at that time because back in mid-May, I was playing basketball in our driveway with Eric and was attempting to save a ball going out of bounds. I was right on the edge of the driveway and rolled my right ankle and went down like a pile of bricks. I was in maybe more pain then I’ve ever felt in my life. I didn’t see stars, but I did see one bright sun. Eric was to later say that that was probably the stupidest thing he’s ever seen me do. The kids are at the age where they show us no sympathy.
 It ends up that I not only sprained my ankle, but several days later I realized that I had strained my achilles. So due to that injury I wasn’t able to start running until it had healed significantly. It still is a little tender, but it actually gives me no problems when I’m running. It’s more bothersome in the morning when I wake up and everything has tightened up.
After a few weeks of running, I decided to start a log of my runs, so I’ve posted it here. Sorry, no time to make any graphs, but maybe on my next update.
| Date | Distance | Time | Min/Mile | Comment |
I usually run at Moraine Hills State Park a few miles from home. They’ve got 3 interconnected loops of cinder trails that are great for running. I usually do the 3.73 mile loop, but have occasionally added a second for a 6.2 mile run.
I haven’t lost much weight, maybe 4 pounds, but my clothes are fitting much better. My goal is to first run the 6.2 mile run in under an hour. I should be able to do that relatively soon. As soon as the weather cools down a bit, I’ll give it a go. My other goal is to see if I can do the 3.73 mile loop in under 30 minutes. That’s going to be the tough one, but hopefully with another couple of months of serious running and some 50 degree weather and low humidity (as opposed to the 80’s and high humidity I’ve been running in, I just may have a shot of doing it.
 I’ll work on getting my stats to publish a little better, but right now I’ve got to run. Not literally, I already ran today and it was tough. I hate running in the morning. My times are always slower because my body just isn’t ready to perform and I think it goes into shock.