A YouTube Video of Interest to Approximately Three FrontBurnervians
I’ve got a high-school alumni happy hour this afternoon, which has me in a St. Mark’s frame of mind, which means I finally remembered to seek out this YouTube vid a classmate told me about recently. Fellow Marksmen no doubt know of history teacher/baseball coach/basketball coach/legend Tom Adams’ fast talking. He is rumored to have held the world record for it. Here, in a documentary produced by none other than Shannon Wynne and Stephen Butt more than 20 years ago, is Adams doing his thang, speaking 346 words in less than a minute. Those words include: the 50 states, the 50 capitals of those states, the alphabet backwards, the (then) 38 presidents in order, the 66 books of the Bible, the 32 points of a compass, and the 28 train stops between New York and Chicago. See and hear for yourself.
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He looks so young! I mean, the guy didn’t look Methuselah old when I first learned from him what exactly constituted Neo-Romaneque architecture, but he looks about twelve in that video. Ars longa, vita brevis. Or in this case, video longa, vita brevis.
I really wish I could get hold of Mr. Adams’ “call” of the boxing match between Patrice Lamumba (1st Prime Minister of the Republic of Congo) and Prince Souvanna Phouma (Laotian Prime Minister). As I recall, the match ended when Lamumba literally knocked off Souvanna Phouma’s head, which then proceeded to roll about the ring. (Or maybe it was Lamumba’s head that came off.) Classic.
Unfortunately, the Hawk never fully utilized all my talent on the baseball diamond.
Boring.
To Randy Brown: This is not really about YOU or your high school baseball career. Jeez !!!
Reminds me of the Hungarian heard at Cistercian
Fawcett is boring. Adams is amazing !
Alas, the dorkdom departs the hallowed grounds of Wirt Davis Hall to reap the rewards higher education, family wealth and vast indifference for the common man. Rich and smart goes a long way in this world, but does little to curtail the permeation of dork associated with calling oneself a Marksman (unless your last name is Keller).
That seems unwarranted.