Marco Foyot

As you probably know by now, Marco Foyot will be coming to America this Fall and he will be in Sonoma, October 19 and 20.
But who exactly is “Marco” Foyot?
For most of the American public the name will draw a blank, but for pétanque aficionados he is a legend.

I don’t know the man personally, but according to what I could glean on the Internet, Marco is an outspoken French pétanque player who over the years has accumulated countless titles and medals.

Marco Foyot“Marco” whose real first name is Jean-Marc is now around 60 years old, married with 2 children and has been playing pétanque since he was around 12 years old.
His father who was the president of a pétanque club in the Parisian area introduced him to the game.
By comparison, most American pétanque players took up the game after they retired, way past their prime and (sorry to say) will never be great.
To master a discipline, you need to start practicing shortly after you start walking and few of us do.

Marco is a pétanque globetrotter who preaches “have fun when you play” whenever he goes.
His favorite playing position: “milieu” (middle).
It is a position that I also favor.

He is one of the few people who managed to make a living entirely from the game and he deplores the fact that only a handful can do that.
He has been arguing (hence the controversy) that pétanque champions ought to be able to take home between 5000 and 6000 euros per month.
Needless to say that this statement of his has elicited a few raised eyebrows.

He thinks that over the years pétanque has lost some of its “joie de vivre” and that some people take the game too seriously.
He argues that pétanque ought to remain fun and not be inhibited by New Puritans who don’t want you to breathe or bat an eyelash while they are playing.
He thinks that some players are too aggressive and not friendly enough.
Exactly what I have been saying in previous columns.

Marco has a reputation for his “franc-parler” (one who speaks his mind) or as some others would say, “he has a big mouth”.

“I have sometimes teamed up with people who asked me to play with them he said, but the people you like don’t necessarily make a good team.
On the other hand, sometimes we have a good team and we still lose.”
It is a matter of luck.
And again I agree. No matter how good you are, Lady Luck has to wink at you in order for you to win tournaments.

But you never know the measure of a man until you speak with him face to face, and this is for this reason that I reserve my judgement.
I am looking forward to meet him and form an unbiased opinion.

But regardless of what anybody thinks, “Marco” Foyot is still a star in the pantheon of world pétanque and deserves your attention.

More to follow on that subject…

Alain

To shred or not to shred?

That is not even a question.
In our day and age, you have to shred outdated documents. Don’t just dump them in the garbage can, shred them!
Shred them up because these documents could reveal important details about your civil status, and the shredding could prevent some ill-intentioned individual from gathering and misusing some of your vital statistics.

Starting with you social security number, your driver’s license number or even your birthdate, somebody could easily defraud you of some savings or even worse, steal your identity.

So, no ifs or buts about it, if you want to sleep peacefully at night you need a good shredder.
Personally I don’t need one. I live with a bird whose main hobby is to make confetti out of any piece of paper lying around.

IMG_1088 - Version 2With a flying thing having free-range over my entire abode, I need to remain vigilant and God forbid, never leave any drawer or filing cabinet open.
Freako’s (not his real name) Modus Operandi is to sneak unobserved into any opening and go on a chewing binge.
He seems to have an innate sense of what is valuable and shows a definite fondness for financial statements.

Despite his rather diminutive appearance, he has a solid pair of lungs and a voice to match.
As long as he is chattering, I feel pretty safe, but it is when he stops jabbering that I start getting jittery.
Just like a naughty child, you know that he is up to no good when he is unusually quiet.
When an eerie silence falls on my house, I start worrying.
I worry because Freako can sneak unnoticed into any container (fridge, closet, drawer) and do a lot of damage before I can locate and stop him.

I have been thinking of fitting him with a tiny muzzle, but this does not seem to be a very practical solution.

On the other hand, if you need to dispose of important documents in an ecological fashion, I can let you have him for a couple of hours.
Like a hungry goat, he will clean your filing cabinet silently and efficiently.
And, as a bonus, the remaining confetti (always thinking of saving the planet) can be used at your next birthday party.

No need to thank me. Just pat Freako on his tiny head, and hand him a dollar bill to chew on.

Alain

 

Rumble in Sonoma

Yesterday I drove to Sonoma (in my new car, yes) to take part in the Valley of the Moon Pétanque Club’s Annual Wine Country Classic (that’s a real mouthful).
To me, and many people, it is simply remembered as the Tino Lofaro Memorial.

Twenty-four doublettes signed up for this event and they were as follows:

  1. Yor Lee/Poe Lee
  2. Phominick Lee/Teng Lee
  3. Bernard Passmar/Alain Efron
  4. Antoine Lofaro/Rene Di Maio
  5. Teri Sirico/?? Hall
  6. Ed Porto/Robert Dunn
  7. Carlos Couto/Etienne Rijkheer
  8. Steve Paulsen/Peggy Silverside
  9. Kevin Evoy/Frosty Sabo
  10. Gustave Foucher/Genevieve Etallaz
  11. J-C Bunand/J-C Etallaz
  12. Narin Garrett/Nicole Coughlin
  13. Joe La Torre/Mike Cooper
  14. Bill Millery/Patrick Vaslet
  15. Alain Gusella/Le Facteur
  16. Barbara Hall/Erin McTaggart
  17. Mike Menefee/Maggie Lane
  18. Dave Katz/John Cunnard
  19. Hendrik Idzerda/Marie-Anne Curley
  20. Carolina Jones/Beth??
  21. Peter Wellington/Sienna Gredske
  22. PJ/Holly Sammons
  23. Peter Mathis/Mickey Coughlin
  24. Steve Jones/Christina Jones

Please excuse the spelling of some names. I find it difficult to read somebody else’s handwriting, especially when it is in cursive.

The weather was sunny, but not excessively hot, and the field was dry and very dusty.

Three 11 points games were played before lunch and Concours and Consolante started in the afternoon.

The master of ceremony was always-cool Patrick Vaslet.
When I participate in a tournament it is difficult for me to keep track of the other players’ performance, so the only thing I can report accurately is how my partner (Bernard Passmar) and I fared that day.

IMG_2561On our first game we faced confident (overconfident?) Alain Gusella and Le Facteur.
When I play in a tournament I absolutely hate to lose the first game, and it looked like this was going to be a difficult encounter.
But no matter what the odds are, I don’t give up easily.

Bernard and I were in sync and played well.
Against all expectations we humbled Gusella and Le Facteur 11-9.

Did I show glee? No. Maybe… probably… definitely!
Winning against complacent competitors is always very gratifying and glee is difficult to suppress. Sorry about that.

On our second game we faced Hendrik Idzerda and Marie-Anne Curley.
Marie-Anne is a steady pointer and Hendrik showed some signs of brilliance.
We lost 8-11.

On our third game, we came across Peter Wellington and Siena (?) Gredske
We seemed to have lost our mojo and went down 5-11.

In the afternoon, to my surprise, I learned that we qualified to play in the Concours.
In our first elimination game we faced Narin Garrett and Nicole Coughlin.
A respectable team.
IMG_2558 - Version 2Narin is an excellent shooter and I like her odd but effective way of shooting. Her recoiled wrist weirdly reminds me of a coiled snake ready to strike.
Nicole is a very decent pointer.

The game was extremely tight and toward the end we were standing at 12-12.
Two balls were now in front of the cochonnet. One of ours and one of them.
Theirs was the closest and had to be removed for us to win the game.
They didn’t have any boules left and I had two.

From where I was standing, it looked like the boule on the right was the closest to the cochonnet and had to be dislodged.
I shot once and missed. I shot my second boule. Solid hit.
Victory was ours!
But the other team was now celebrating and my partner looked forlorn…
What had happened?

As it turned out, I had unknowingly struck our own ball.
We lost 12-13 and were out of the tournament.
Moral of the story: look carefully before you jump.
I didn’t and I take the blame for our defeat.

Since there was a car race at Sears Point, I decided to leave early in order to avoid traffic jams on my way back.

Once home, I received a phone call from Rene Di Maio.

IMG_2556To my surprise, I learned that Alain G. and Le Facteur had won the tournament. And 13-0 to boot!
I was absolutely stunned.

Not that they didn’t deserve it, but “fannying” their seemingly unbeatable Hmong opponents seemed outreageous..
Congratulations to the winners of course, but since they beat the best of the bests, and since we beat them in the morning, my take is that the true winners of this tournament are Bernard and myself.

Being magnanimous, we will let them keep the title (and the moolah) without any further protest.
But deep in our hearts we know who the true champions are!

The final results communicated to me by Shannon Bowman are as follows:

Concours:

1st place: Alain Gusella and Jean-Michel Poulnot
2nd place: Phominick Lee and Teng Lee
3rd place: PJ Mallette and Holly Sammons
4th place: Yor Lee and Poe Lee

Consolante:

1st place: Barbara Hall and Erin McTaggart
2nd place: Maggie Lane and Mike Meneffee
3rd place: Ed Porto and Robert Dunn

Alain