USA TODAY has a column on the biathlon competition in its Opinion/Commentary section today -- and a highly favorable one at that. Take a look and see what you think:
Biathlon: All that’s right in sports
This quirky Olympic sport is about passion and hard work, not freakish size, violence or, inevitably, money. What’s not to like?
By Robert Lipsyte
Twenty-two years ago at the Calgary Winter Olympics, I made a wrong turn at the luge and came upon a startling sight: armed men on cross-country skis chasing each other over the snow. I didn’t know whether I was in the middle of a moose hunt or a James Bond movie.
Turns out, I had stumbled upon the biathlon, a relatively new Olympic sport in 1988, but an ancient survival practice. The sport has since become my favorite event of the Winter Games because it evolved from something real and it gives me room to dream. And isn’t that what sports spectatorship is all about?
Imagine yourself on a wintry plain, a rifle strapped to your back. The wooden slats strapped to your feet are the only way to move over the snow toward the skittish herd up ahead. You’ll have scant seconds to stop, unsling the gun and fire before you’re spotted and the animals take off. And you’ll be lucky to get off more than one shot.
Your entire starving village is dependent on the meat from the kill.
After that daydream, the luge, the bobsleigh, even the giant slalom lost some of their pull for me. And the figure skating, especially the pairs, seemed precious and contrived. Who dresses like that on ice?
The biathlon, however, was ancient and authentic. According to various Olympic histories, Norwegian rock paintings dated to 3000 B.C. depict bow hunters on ski-like boards. The Roman poet Virgil wrote about hunting on skis in 400 B.C. Later, and well into World War II, skiing and shooting became a military skill as well.
Granted that the biathlon doesn’t have the mortal urgency it once did, but what sport does? NASCAR has lost its aura of moonshiners escaping from revenue agents in souped-up booze buggies. Baseball is no longer that pure exercise in bucolic nostalgia, and football violence, even as it increases, seems cartoonish against the drumbeat of genuine war.
An American in the running
Yet there remains something so atavistic, romantic and basically hard about the biathlon that I hold my breath watching it. These amazing athletes, their hearts pumping wildly from sprinting on skis, must suddenly turn rock steady to squeeze off five shots at a tiny target in less than 30 seconds. And should they miss the target, they have to take a penalty lap in full humiliating view.
The United States has never won a biathlon medal since it became an Olympic sport for men in 1960 and for women in 1992, which has reduced possible interest in our jingoistic times. But this year for the first time, there is a potential U.S. medal winner, 28-year-old Tim Burke, fresh from World Cup victories. I hope he gets to the podium. We could use a quirky sport in which passion and very hard work rather than freakish size (natural or otherwise) are the main qualifiers.
We’ve been having a shaky time with our sports lately: disappointments, scandals and the dawning realization that highly paid celebrity athletes consider themselves entertainers with as much moral obligation as musicians and actors. Fans, in turn, are as responsible, intoxicated with spectacular thrills rather than seeking the soul of sports, the almost obsessive drive to become truly excellent at something that will never pay off big time.
Such as biathlon? Why not? Here’s a sport both the ski industry and the National Rifle Association could get behind (in warmer climes, you could substitute roller skis — similar to roller blades — as they do in training; in the more liberal states, you could use video shooters instead of real bullets ). What a way to get kids fit and disciplined in a new and interesting way.
I’m no fan of the Games — I think they have been over commercialized and nationalized — but among the Olympic sports are some of the more enticing possibilities for everyday people willing to dedicate themselves. Curling looks like fun. I can handle a broom. And the Jamaicans certainly proved you don’t need to be born near snow to slide down it.
Another ‘historical daydream’
Then there is my favorite summer Olympics sport, the modern pentathlon, in which competitors run, fence, swim, shoot and jump horses over barriers. First held at the 1912 Olympics, the event imitated the experience of a 19th century cavalry officer fighting his way through enemy lines to deliver a critical message. Another historical daydream coupled with a lot of hard practice.
I can imagine the complaints, across the board. No money in these sports. Not enough violence. Too much like reading — you have to supply your own imagination. All true.
But from Feb. 13 through Feb. 26, I’m watching as much biathlon as I can, cheering those amazingly dedicated and fit athletes, and in my daydreams concentrating on getting my heartbeat down for that one rifle shot that will save my village.
Robert Lipsyte, a member of USA TODAY’s board of contributors, is author of the forthcoming memoir An Accidental Sportswriter.