May 11, 2013 tournament

Yesterday I teamed up with my good friend Alain Marchand to compete in the LPM Select Doubles tournament.
So it was Alain and Alain against the world.

But before I go any further, let me give you a little background on the Alains.
According to Wikipedia, the Alains were nomadic horsemen probably native of the Caucasus (today’s Ossetia).

“Roman historian-soldier Ammien Marcellin describes their physical appearance as follows: they are tall, have moderately blonde hair, sport a martial look and are more civilized in the way they dress and feed than the Huns.

The Alains are bellicose and audacious: their ferociousness and the rapidity of their attacks have nothing to envy to the Huns. They ignore slavery and despise weak and older people. They despise the oldsters because for them it is an honor to die in battle, but a disgrace to die from old age.”

As you can see, this is a pretty accurate description of our team and the way we behaved on the field.

But back to the tournament.

In spite of initial fears, parking was not a major problem.
The weather was extremely nice, though a little muggy in late afternoon.
The field was impeccably groomed thanks to Christine Cragg, Claudie Chourré, Emily Etcheverry, Charlie Davantes and Dave Riffo.
Thank you all.

The tournament was run by Dave Riffo and Liv Kraft. Merci beaucoup to both of you.

Eighteen select teams  participated in this event and they were as follows:

  1. Steve Jones & Christine Jones
  2. Holly Sammons & Shannon Bowman
  3. Dave Riffo & Bleys Rose
  4. Charlie Davantes & Paul Kos
  5. Jacques Sarafian & Rene Di Maio
  6. Jocelyne Krauer & Eva Lofaro
  7. Antoine Lofaro & Jean Krauer
  8. Alain Marchand & Alain Efron
  9. Wolfie & Hans Kurz
  10. Carolina Jones & Jacques Lecouturier
  11. Henry Wessel & Dan Velasco
  12. Patrick Vaslet & Jean-Claude Bunand
  13. Mark Greenberg & Teri Sirico
  14. Carlos Couto & Etienne Rijkheer
  15. Erin McTaggart & Barbara Hall
  16. Bernard Passmar & Jesn-Michel Poulnot
  17. Colette Van Der Meulen & Antonia
  18. Alain Gusella & Mireille Di Maio

Three games were played before lunch, which might have been a little too many.
We had lunch around 1:00 p.m. due to the fact that some people took forever to complete their games.
In pétanque as in many things, less is more. Less talking and more playing that is.

By the way, I don’t claim to be impartial. I am an opinionated columnist first (with my own biases) and a journalist second. So I call them as I feel them and as I see them.

Since I opted to compete in this tournament, it was rather difficult for me to take pictures and play at the same time, hence the paucity of action pictures.
I will try harder next time, or maybe not play.
It was also difficult for me to keep track of the tournament as a whole since I was involved in so many games.

The only thing that I can report accurately is the performance of my own team, which was as follows:

In the morning we played 3 qualifying games:

1st game against Colette and Antonia
We won 13-11
To be noted, the excellent performance of Colette. She surprised me by shooting (with Antonia’s blessing) and hitting her target quite a few times. Bravo Colette!

2nd game against Barbara and Erin
We lost 8-13
Both excellent players.

3rd game against Carolina and Jacques Lecouturier
We won 13-1
By the way Carolina, you are a true petanque fan and I love the plates on your car.

We then qualified for the Concours.

In the afternoon, Concours and elimination games:

4th game against Holly and Shannon
Both excellent players, but unlucky this time.
We won 13-2

5th game against Patrick Vaslet and Jean-Claude Bunand
We won 13-3

6th game against Alain Gusella and Mireille Di Maio
We lost 5-13
Accurate shooting from Alain G. and good performance from Mireille.
But I think that there were too many Alains in this game, and our team might have lost due to an Alain unbalance.
In a game, one Alain is good, two Alains is excellent, but three Alains (like too much oil) spoil the mayonnaise.

In our 7th game (competing for 3rd place in the Concours) we faced Barbara Hall and Erin McTaggart again.
Lost again 8-13 (same score as in our first game).
My partner (Alain Marchand) did an excellent shooting job and surprised many (me included) by long and accurate “au fer” shots.

Useless to say that after seven games I felt rather pooped (was it just me?) and aspired to go home and put my feet up. Which I did as quickly as I could.

The final results were as follows:

Consolante:

1st place: Mark Greenberg and Teri Sirico, $15.00 ea
2nd place: Etienne Rijkheer and Carlos Couto, $11.00 ea
3rd place: David Riffo and Bleys Rose, $7.00 ea

Concours:

1st place: Alain Gusella and Mireille Di Maio, $35.00 ea
2nd place: Antoine Lofaro and Jean Krauer, $25.00 ea
3rd place: Erin McTaggart and Barbara Hall, $15.00 ea

Congratulations to all!

Alain

PS: To look at pictures of this event, turn the sound on, click on the “Home” link at the top of the page, and click again on “My photos” located on the right side of the page.

 

Wife training

Since time immemorial, one of the great problems facing menfolk has always been the delicate task of wife schooling.
Because like puppies, wives need to be trained.
Many have warned me that it is not an easy undertaking, but experts say that it can be done.

At the beginning of a formalized relationship, wives are close to perfection (or so it seems), but as time goes by, they adopt a more relaxed attitude and their behavior can become erratic, bordering sometimes on the lunatic.

For a man, there is no question that cupboards should remain shut, kitchen counters clean, daily used utensils settled in permanent niches, and bras and panties not lollygagging around the bathroom.
When this fails to happen, it is obvious that corrective action needs to be taken.

Two methods are available: discipline training or rewards training.
I tried to discipline my wife, but it didn’t work.
I spanked her a few times, but she seemed to enjoy it. No good.

A few days ago, I was watching a documentary about Border collie training and I noticed that the handler had a little pouch hooked to his belt.
Each time the puppy did something right, the trainer dug into his pouch and offered him a treat.
The puppy wagged his tail approvingly.

So here is the god-sent solution.

First of all, you need to determine what kind of treat your wife likes.
It could be French pastry, caviar or smoked oysters, but for practical purposes you should pick something solid.
Mine likes chocolate. So chocolate it will be.

Here is the Modus Operandi:
I will fill up the little pouch with chocolate tidbits, and each time she does something right I will feed her a morsel.
I might have to spend a fortune on chocolate, but it is an experiment worth trying.

Animal trainers have been raving about this system for a long time.
I don’t see why this would not work with housewives.

To be continued…

Alain

 

Chasseur d’images

Je suis chasseur d’images.
Je chasse le gros, le petit et l’extrêmement petit.
Je chasse le Yeti, le daim et la libellule.
Mais mes proies favorites sont avant tout les bipèdes, les humains, tous ces figurants de notre grande comédie humaine.

Il n’y a pas besoin de permis pour la chasse aux images. C’est encore un des rares plaisirs qui ne soit pas imposable. Mais pour combien de temps encore ?
En France, en cette période d’austérité, ces bougres de Socialistes  n’hésiteraient pas à fiscaliser ce menu plaisir si ils en avaient l’audace.
Mais je digresse…

Quand l’humeur me prend, je pars à la chasse le nez au vent et la caméra en bandoulière.
Contrairement a la chasse aux animaux (cette horreur) ou a la pêche, il n’y pas de « saison » ou de quota pour un chasseur d’images.
L’on peut chasser a satiété et il n’y a que la fatigue qui mettra fin a une traque.

En campagne, je suis toujours à l’affût du cliché insolite, « candide » comme diraient les Américains. Ce moment privé où les humains mettent bas les masques et dénudent leurs âmes.
Dès qu’ils perçoivent l’intrus cependant, ils se ressaisissent et remettent leurs visages de convenance. L’instant magique est passé et si cliché il y a, il ne reflètera plus qu’un sourire ou une grimace figée. A mettre au panier.

Pour prendre de bonnes photos, il faut appuyer sur la détente avant que la bête ne détecte votre présence. Une seconde d’hésitation et la belle image, comme un daim surpris, disparait.
Pour les sujets anxieux, mieux vaut prendre quatre ou cinq clichés en rapide succession. Comme les balles d’une arme automatique, un cliché fera peut-être mouche et capturera peut-être l’essence du sujet.

Ma battue terminée, je rentre à la maison, j’ouvre ma gibecière et j’examine mon gibier.
Un tri rapide pour éliminer les mauvaises prises et le travail commence.
Chaque cliché est examiné d’un œil critique et évalué.
Tout ce qui n’est pas jugé satisfaisant va au panier
Chaque cliché est ensuite bichonné, retaillé, maquillé.
La perfection n’existe pas, elle se crée.

Le lendemain j’examine a nouveau ma collection a tête reposée et quelques photos qui hier encore me paraissaient acceptables vont encore rejoindre leurs semblables au panier.
Quand je suis satisfait du résultat final, j’épingle mes photos sur un mur électronique et invite les badauds à venir apprécier mes efforts.

Etre chasseur d’images est infiniment plus satisfaisant et éthique qu’être tueur d’animaux sans défense.
Si chasser vous devez, choisissez un appareil photo au lieu d’une machine a tuer, et régalez vous des couleurs infinies de la faune et la flore de votre région.

Alain