No bulls – Brum’s Games was just bragging

The people of Birmingham and their Black Country neighbors have a saying about when they had a really good time.

“That was right, that, Bab…”

Now let’s hear about the Burmese Commonwealth Games. Right bostin’ game.

From guns to tape, it’s cheap yet hilarious. A “friendly game” that lives cheerfully in clichés. As if on cue, the sun came out and so did Brummie.

For those who know England’s second city with its enthusiastic participation and vibrant support, it’s safe to say that they’ve never seen this place flourish so much.

Remember. This was an event nobody wanted until Birmingham got a hospital pass. And they still scored brilliantly.

Brummies was a reminder that even if many see the Olympics as a pointless anachronism, at least it is a pointless anachronism that can be rightly boasted about.

It was a welcome reminder of where games still score.

A long time ago in Lausanne, Birmingham ran for the 1992 Olympics.

Their presentation, with a corkboard and thumbtack presentation featuring the glory of the Bullring Shopping Center, was hilariously amateurish, standing next to a marble pedestal that spared no expense in Barcelona, ​​home to Milos and Picasso.

But the place has been reinvented so completely and so quickly that it’s timely to say that London in 2012 didn’t have to be all of British sport as Glasgow showed in 2014. It was a reminder.

And no, there was no Milos or Picasso to be seen, only a great bloody mechanical bull standing in the middle of the Alexander Stadium.

Bostin!

I was able to laugh at a game that I don’t take too seriously. Yes, even if you’re trying to file a copy from Netball among a chorus of dancers supporting Jamaica in the press box.

Oh those crowds. we missed them. After Tokyo’s Ghost Games and Beijing’s soulless winter wasteland, everyone wanted to get out of the pandemic and attend a proper sports festival.

And it wasn’t just Brummie. Or Coventrian. Or the Wolvernians of Wolverhampton. Or the elegant lawns of the Royal Leamington Spa are lush.

“The whole city, the whole region has really embraced this event,” said Ian Reid, CEO of Birmingham 2022, as the event concluded on Monday. He didn’t exaggerate it.

It was all represented by Birmingham’s track and field program, and was probably something of Bergen’s basement compared to the World Championships.

Still, the atmosphere at the 30,000-capacity Alexander Stadium (full session after session) blew away Eugene’s Hayward Field.

Oh yeah, there’s always Ollie Hoare in those boss games.

Of course it wasn’t perfect. Never a recent multigame event. There were complaints about transport troubles, but it wasn’t Birmingham’s fault that it was affected by rail strikes elsewhere.

But not a single athlete had a word against it. It would be easy to knock the game’s events as second division, but Birmingham in 2022 had a first-class sport.

Featuring new British icon Emily Campbell and Nauru-born Australian charismatic Precious Amoe Taranto, women’s super-heavyweight weightlifting is the sport you’ll see this year in front of a raucous crowd. It was just as fun and engaging as the event itself.

Now that Birmingham has shown the way, it’s local Victoria’s turn. If Geelong, Ballarat, Bendigo, and Gippsland can catch bulls like Blum, we’ll be fine, our child.

just a boss….