Maris Strombergs of Latvia wins the first gold medal for his country and the second gold medal awarded for the newly introduced sport of BMX cycling. French Anne-Caroline Chausson has the distinction as the first Olympic gold medalist for the sport when she won the women’s BMX competition.
Photo credits: Adam Pretty and Phil Walter.
Maris Strombergs Bags First Gold Medal for Latvia
August 22nd, 2008 — BMX Racing, Latvia
Bryan Clay: No Feet of Clay
August 22nd, 2008 — Athletics, United States
Forget the overhyped Michael Phelps, the real strongman in the Beijing Olympics is American decathlon gold medalist Bryan Clay. A short visit to his website made me an instant fan. I particularly like the fact that he takes time to answer questions from his fans:
Q: Bryan, best of luck, all the Hapa Kepanis peeps worldwide are pulling for you. My query is how much of an Asian influence did your mom bring to your family, e.g. did you eat a lot of Japanese food and/or get exposed to Japanese culture?
Michael Phelps’ Girlfriend?
August 22nd, 2008 — Swimming
Michael Phelps made out with Stephanie Rice. So she must be his girlfriend. According to the gossip mongers of Page Six anyways.
Michael Phelps doesn’t have a girlfriend, but he celebrated his record-breaking eight gold medals in Beijing by sneaking off for a sizzling game of tonsil hockey with one of Australia’s hottest Olympians.
Sex in the Olympics
August 22nd, 2008 — Scandals and Controversies
If you’re like, “What do Olympians do after their events are over?” Matthew Syed, a former Olympian, has the answer for you.
Barcelona was, for many of us Olympic virgins, as much about sex as it was about sport. There were the gorgeous hostesses – there to assist the athletes – in their bright yellow shirts and black skirts; there were the indigenous lovelies who came to watch the competitions. And then there were the female athletes – literally thousands of them – strutting, shimmying, sashaying and jogging around the village, clad in Lycra and exposing yard upon yard of shiny, toned, rippling and unimaginably exotic flesh. Women from all the countries of the world: muscular, virile, athletic and oozing oestrogen. I spent so much time in a state of lust that I could have passed out. Indeed, for all I knew I did pass out – in a place like that how was one to tell the difference between dreamland and reality?
