Dear Individual,

This one's for you:

http://www.catapultsports.com/?gclid=CLDg79rXkq8CFdAodKk8Iyw

Lexi,
The link won't open so I don't know what it's all about.
Watching thei insane saturation of sport,sport,sport,sport & more sport all around me I can not help see nothing but ego, money, hyped up glory & excuses.
Sitting in some stadium or watching TV isn't sport. It's mindless compliance to the spin merchants.
If we really want to get active then we should encourage recreational activities.
I guarantee you if you gave teenagers the choice of watching some game or taking them out & away from the urban drag to an outdoor camp or similar they'd chose the latter any day.
They'd reap the benefit of fitness, thinking for themselves & realising how much the sport merchant spins are exploiting them & ruining their future social lives.

One of my points about the beach is that the surf was not particularly large or dangerous. It was a size that most serious recreational surfers would see as good fun. A 15 year old surf lifesaving champion would have no difficulty handling the surf.

Kurrawa is not a particularly dangerous beach. It is not as sheltered as North Kirra, the beach they moved to, but it is less susceptible to bad weather than say Bondi in Sydney.

The accident didn't happen because the conditions were particularly dangerous. They weren't dead calm, but surfers don't surf when it is dead calm - it's no fun.

This is what I mean by exaggeration.

An excellent article, and an excellent response by 'individual'. If the millions spent on elitist sportsmen and women at the 'Sports academy' were spent on adequate facilities for normal children, then we'd have a race of healthy, motivated, sharp-witted and intelligent kids. Sluggish bodies lead to sluggish minds. Surely, a healthy nation is worth more than a few extra gold medals at international sporting events that only encourage more young people to become couch potatoes?
The analogy with Greek Gods should go further. Mortals accepted that their gods' extraordinary abilities were accompanied by extraordinary characters, and so excused their sexual and other excesses, but we expect our sportsmen to play like heroes, and then go home and behave like touchy-feely, new-age wimps, ripe for suing for large sums of money if they don't treat their girls like porcelain princesses. Like sportsmen, their hangers on should accept the risks associated with mixing with the' gods'.