Thursday, May 31, 2007
The "WopBurger" of Louisville,. Co: Letter to Editor
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
No Italian Chapel in the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception ??
Since the United States does not have an official state religion, the Basilica is often confused with being the official church of the United States, which it is not. The Basilica is sometimes confused with the Washington National Cathedral, also a National Historic Landmark, which is an Episcopal church chartered by Congress as the National House of Prayer.
| ‘Where’s the Italian Chapel?’ U.S. National Shrine to build Omitted Ethnic Area Catholic Online By Jane Harridan May 29, 2007 Catholic News Service WILMINGTON, Del. (CNS) – The Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington contains chapels representing many Catholic ethnic groups in the United States – with one big exception. "Where is the Italian chapel?" Wilmington Bishop Michael A. Saltarelli has often asked. That very omission is why he, a cardinal and three other bishops of Italian descent are leading a campaign to build an Italian chapel in honor of Our Lady of Pompeii. Italian-Americans are "as strong as any other ethnic community," Bishop Saltarelli said, noting that the lack of an Italian chapel at the national shrine seemed curious at first to a group of bishops including Cardinal Anthony J. Bevilacqua, retired archbishop of Philadelphia; Bishop Paul S. Loverde of Arlington, Va.; Brooklyn Bishop Nicholas DiMarzio; and New York Auxiliary Bishop Robert A. Brucato. The bishops eventually learned that virtually all ethnic groups were asked to contribute to the basilica and some wanted their donations to build a chapel in honor of the Madonna most cherished by those of their national heritage. "But the best they can figure is that the Italian money went to purchase the organ," Bishop Saltarelli told The Dialog, newspaper of the Diocese of Wilmington. He said the feeling has persisted that the national shrine should have an Italian chapel, but choosing whom it would honor was the challenge. "In Italy," he said, "every town has its own Madonna." Pompeii is no exception. In the 1870s, Blessed Bartolo Longo had a mystical experience in Pompeii in which he is said to have heard Mary tell him to seek salvation by promulgating the rosary. He subsequently rebuilt a church to create a Marian shrine where he placed a painting of Mary giving a rosary to St. Catherine of Siena and the infant Jesus offering one to St. Dominic. The Italian chapel in the Washington shrine, designed by the Rambusch Decorating Co., will be located in the basilica's west foyer. It will have a mosaic inspired by the painting in Pompeii and walls adorned with the basilica's first depiction of the mysteries of light, the rosary themes added by Pope John Paul II in 2002. "Our Lady of Pompeii is really Our Lady of the Rosary," Bishop Saltarelli said. The bishops and Cardinal Bevilacqua donated more than $40,000 of their own money to begin the campaign to raise the $2 million cost of the chapel; they hope the faithful of any ethnic background will also contribute. The chapel will be completed in the fall of 2008. http://www.catholic.org/national/national_story.php?id=24213 |
Monday, May 28, 2007
Italy Cancels Streisand Concert
DIVAS, be warned: Italian fans are reluctant to pay lavish sums to see you belt out the classics.
That was the message to emerge from an embarrassing row over steep ticket prices for a Barbra Streisand concert, which has now been canceled.
Fresh from a record-breaking comeback tour of the US, Streisand was clearly relishing her visit to Europe in June, telling fans via her website: "I can't wait to experience these different audiences and different cultures."
But Italy is not so sure. Consumer groups have been campaigning against "shameful" ticket prices of up to 850 Euros ($1400) to see the 65-year-old. On Sunday, their outrage appeared to hit the mark, as it emerged that the tour-opening concert in Rome would no longer go ahead on June 15.
Organizers denied they were pulling out because of the outcry, instead citing production difficulties. But one of the consumer groups, Codacons, said that was unconvincing.
"We see a link between our protest and possibly lower than expected ticket sales, which may have prompted organizers to pull out and save face," said Stefano Zerbi of Codacons.
Organizers were not available to comment on sales. Tickets had still been available on the internet last week, a week after going on sale. That contrasts with Streisand's first two London dates, which sold out within a day.
"I went online to find a ticket for a friend who is a huge Streisand fan," said Manuela, 23, a law student in Rome who complained to Codacons. "But I needed to spend around 400 Euros for an average seat, which is too much for me, for most Italians and is a form of social discrimination."
Last week Codacons demanded that Streisand lower prices and also allow in 2000 elderly and unemployed fans free. Streisand's first European date has now been shifted to Zurich.
A keen promoter of social causes, Streisand donated part of the proceeds from her US tour to charity. But that did not wash with Mr Zerbi, who said that "800 Euros means something different here than in London. At those prices she was not welcome in Rome."
The concert would have been the first in Italy for Streisand. Accompanied by a 58-piece orchestra, she was due to take the stage at the Flaminio stadium, host to Italy's Six Nations rugby matches.
Dario Franchitti Wins Indy 500 for Andretti Racing Team
Dario Franchitti gambled on the rain and won Sunday, another bittersweet day for the Andretti family at America's richest race.
Franchitti, one of five Andretti Green Racing drivers in the field, inherited the lead by staying on the track when the leaders pitted for fuel for a final dash to the finish, a gamble that paid off as he drove on fumes when the race was stopped just 10 laps later, when the downpour came, to the chagrin of the other drivers.
Teammate Marco Andretti was involved in a spectacular crash just three laps from the premature finish. Andretti, who lost this race last year as a 19-year-old rookie when Sam Hornish Jr.passed him on the final straightaway, had slipped into the pack and was trying hard to move back into contention when he tried to make a pass in traffic and came together with 2005 Indy winner Dan Wheldon on the back straightaway. Marco had lost his Right mirror, and didn't see Wheldon when he was making a move, and they barely touched wheels, but it sent Marco into the outside wall, and back across the track ,flipping over.
Any chance Tony Kanaan had to win evaporated on Lap 157 when Jaques Lazier crashed in front of him and Kanaan spun, barely avoiding the inside barrier near the pit entrance. He rolled into the pits with a flat tire and was later penalized when his crew changed all four tires in a closed pit, instead of just the one that was flat.
Once Franchitti got out of his car, he was mobbed, hugged and kissed by teammates Tony Kanaan, his best friend (who finished 12th), and his other two teammates, Danica Patrick (who finished 8th) and Michael Andretti (who finished 13th).Marco was still being looked at by Medics.
Franchitti's actress wife Ashley Judd, soaking wet in a summer dress, climbed the pit wall and dashed toward the victory celebration.
Ashley Tyler Judd Ciminella is the daughter of country singer Naomi Judd (a.k.a. Diana Judd; former member of the Judds) and marketing specialist Michael Ciminella. Divorced when Ashley was 4.
Ashley and Dario were married on December 12, 2001, at Skibo Castle in Scotland. http://www.superiorpics.com/ashley_judd/
While there seemed to be such an emphasis on desrcibing Franchetti being Scottish, Certainly we wouldn't want anyone getting the idea that Dario Franchitti (not very Scotch sounding) was of Italian ancestry. In fact, Dario's grandfather migrated to Scotland from Italy, and became a Restaurateur. Dario has lived in the USA for 10 years, and is married to an Italian American Ashley. They have homes in Tenessee (although she is a Kentucky Basketball fanatic, where she attended), and Scotland.
It was Andretti Green's second victory in three years, but that's about all the good luck the Andrettis have had at Indy since Mario Andretti, Marco's grandfather and Michael's father, Mario won in 1969, while racing for another racing legend, Andy Granatelli.
Indy Script is a Hit for Franchitti
May 28, 2007
She's a race driver's wife, running barefoot in a pouring rain down the pit lane at Indy, soaking wet, hair and dress stuck to her skin, shivering more with joy than cold ? just ecstatic.
She's trying to get to Victory Lane to kiss her husband, who has just become the first Scotsman to win the Indianapolis 500 since Jimmy Clark in 1965, by gambling that rain would cut short the race before he ran out of fuel.
For a while it didn't look like Dario would make it. (Dario's her husband, see. How a Scot got the name Dario Franchitti makes the story line even better.)
But then his brilliant young protege crashed horrifically and went upside down and caused a terrible melee, debris flying everywhere.
Awful as it was, the crash guaranteed that Dario could cruise comfortably under caution, conserving fuel. (Don't worry, the kid wasn't hurt, other than bruised.)
No sooner had Ashley lifted her face to the sky with gratitude than she felt the rain on it. As it began to pour, she made no effort to take cover; she removed her hat and shoes and began that barefoot sprint.
What's that? When will this be in theaters?
Wait a minute. Nobody said Ashley Judd portrays a race driver's wife. She is a race driver's wife.
And the scene was fact, not fiction Sunday.
And finally, Dario Franchitti will be known as the winner of the 91st Indy 500, and not just as Ashley Judd's husband, as he has been in the past.
The protege who crashed was Marco Andretti. (The subplot being that the saga of Andretti family heartbreak at Indy just kept on rolling, the longest-running tragedy in the history of the Brickyard.)
So, anyway, Ashley gets to Victory Lane, and there's her husband taking his helmet off. He's so dazed with disbelief that he has actually won this thing that he's a little glassy-eyed. Almost as if he barely recognizes her.
She barely gets to plant one good smooch on his mouth before here comes his whole adoring team of drivers to hug and kiss him, even though they've lost to him: Michael Andretti, then Tony Kanaan, then Danica Patrick.
Everybody except Marco, who, outside the track hospital, is being asked about his crash and showing it hardly means a thing to him, considering.
"It was a big one, all right," Marco said. "All I can say is, I'm so happy for Dario Franchitti."
That's the kind of guy Ashley's husband is ? beloved. Appreciated. Felt for.
Largely his was supposed to be a supporting role at Andretti Green Racing: the savvy, hard-luck veteran, mentoring the two bright young stars of IndyCar racing, Marco and Danica.
Franchitti is 34 now, pretty old for a race driver nowadays. He has been in America for a decade but spent the first six years exiled from Indy because of the CART boycott. Since he finally got to Indy in 2002, his best finish had been third, in '04.
When he arrived in the U.S., from Edinburgh, nobody could quite figure out how a guy with such an Italian name could speak with such a burr.
Turned out his grandfather, a restaurateur, had migrated from Italy to Scotland, so Dario was indeed a native Scot.
Took a while to get the pronunciation of his surname too. Some at first said, "Fran-Chitty" until they learned it's "Fran-KEETI."
Anyway, back to the 500, whose end was at first rain-delayed by three hours, and then hastened by another shower at 166 laps of the scheduled 200.
The long delay had begun just past the halfway point, after 113 laps. When the drivers finally took to the track again, Franchitti got a punctured tire just before the restart.
He had to pit, and his stellar teammates left him behind. Off they went, running 1-2-3: Kanaan, Patrick, Marco Andretti, with Michael Andretti running within striking distance.
Now the plot was thicker than the humid air that threatened rain again on Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
As it would turn out, the unscheduled stop "put us on the strategy that won us the race," Franchitti would say later.
The pivotal moment was the next caution, when the leaders all pitted. Franchitti stayed out and inherited the lead.
On that restart, Kanaan was caught in the crash of Jaques Lazier. Patrick narrowly dodged the wreck. Then she and both Andrettis were stuck in traffic after their stops.
Then Marco went upside down on Lap 162, and Franchitti cruised under caution until the rain started so that on the 166th lap the checkered flag joined the yellow flying.
"Who would have thought it? Can you believe it?" he said in his Scottish lilt and burr. "I'm in shock ? I'm definitely in shock."
From a guy who'd barely noticed Ashley Judd kissing him, you could believe that.
His wife attended the winner's news conference but stood silent in a corner. This moment, for once, belonged solely to Dario Franchitti.
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Ed Hinton covers auto racing for Tribune newspapers.
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Indianapolis 500
Results from Sunday's race at Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Race was stopped after 415 miles by rain (lap length: 2.5 miles):
| RESULTS | ||||
| PL | PP | DRIVER | CAR | LAPS COMPLETED |
| 1 | (3) | Dario Franchitti | Dallara | 166 laps, 151.774 mph |
| 2 | (4) | Scott Dixon | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 3 | (1) | Helio Castroneves | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 4 | (5) | Sam Hornish Jr. | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 5 | (7) | Ryan Briscoe | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 6 | (12) | Scott Sharp | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 7 | (10) | Tomas Scheckter | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 8 | (8) | Danica Patrick | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 9 | (20) | Davey Hamilton | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 10 | (19) | Vitor Meira | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 11 | (13) | Jeff Simmons | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 12 | (2) | Tony Kanaan | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 13 | (11) | Michael Andretti | Dallara | 166 laps, running |
| 14 | (18) | A.J. Foyt IV | Dallara | 165 laps, running |
| 15 | (26) | Alex Barron | Dallara | 165 laps, running |
| 16 | (17) | Kosuke Matsuura | Dallara | 165 laps, running |
| 17 | (14) | Ed Carpenter | Dallara | 164 laps, crash |
| 18 | (21) | Sarah Fisher | Dallara | 164 laps, running |
| 19 | (22) | Buddy Lazier | Dallara | 164 laps, running |
| 20 | (15) | Darren Manning | Dallara | 164 laps, running |
| 21 | (23) | Roger Yasukawa | Dallara | 164 laps, running |
| 22 | (6) | Dan Wheldon | Dallara | 163 laps, crash |
| 23 | (32) | Richie Hearn | Dallara | 163 laps, running |
| 24 | (9) | Marco Andretti | Dallara | 162 laps, crash |
| 25 | (16) | Buddy Rice | Dallara | 162 laps, crash |
| 26 | (25) | Al Unser Jr. | Dallara | 161 laps, running |
| 27 | (28) | Jaques Lazier | Panoz | 155 laps, crash |
| 28 | (30) | Marty Roth | Dallara | 148 laps, crash |
| 29 | (33) | Phil Giebler | Panoz | 106 laps, crash |
| 30 | (24) | John Andretti | Dallara | 95 laps, crash |
| 31 | (29) | Milka Duno | Dallara | 65 laps, crash |
| 32 | (27) | Jon Herb | Dallara | 51, laps, crash |
| 33 | (31) | Roberto Moreno | Panoz | 36 laps, crash |
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RACE STATISTICS
- Time of race: 2 hours 44 minutes 3.5608 seconds.
- Margin of victory: 0.361 seconds under caution.
- Caution flags: 11 for 55 laps.
- Lead changes: 23 among nine drivers.
- Lap leaders: Kanaan 1-2, Castroneves 3, Kanaan 4-13, Castroneves 14-17, Kanaan 18-26, Castroneves 27-40, Marco Andretti 41-46, Dixon 47-53, Kanaan 54-68, Dixon 69-71, Hornish 72-73, Franchitti 74-88, Dixon 89, Michael Andretti 90, Kanaan 91-100, Simmons 101, Marco Andretti 102-107, Kanaan 108-116, Marco Andretti 117, Kanaan 118-136, Franchitti 137-143, J.Lazier 144-145, Kanaan 146-154, Franchitti 155-166.
- Points standings (After five of 17 races): 1. Dixon, 184. 2. Wheldon, 183. 3. Franchitti, 181. 4. Castroneves, 171. 5. (tie), Kanaan and Hornish, 151. 7. Scheckter, 130. 8. Sharp, 110. 9. Patrick, 109. 10. Meira 103.
http://www.latimes.com/sports/la-sp-indy28may28,1,456492,full.story?coll=la-headlines-sports&ctrack=2&cset=true
Venice, Italy, Sick of the Slovenly Tourists- Enlist Slob Police
Venice, Italy, Sick of the Slovenly Tourists
Littering, loitering visitors at St. Mark's Square spur leaders to set new rules.
Los Angeles Times By Tracy Wilkinson, Times Staff Writer
May 24, 2007
Venice, Italy
Call them the slob police.
Officials in Venice - as well as the handful of actual Italians still living in the lagoon city ? have declared themselves fed up with a certain category of tourist: the pot-bellied, bare-chested, food-chomping, trash-spewing hordes that peak from now until autumn.
To combat what they see as a scourge, Venice authorities are distributing leaflets and posting posters with a new set of rules.
In St. Mark's Square, it is now forbidden to sit or recline under the porticos and on the steps along the Procuratie Nuove and the Ala Napoleonica, the buildings that ring the city's iconic St. Mark's Square. And don't even think of stopping alongside the Doge's Palace to nibble on a panino, a gelato or another snack.
"It is forbidden to stop to eat or drink anywhere other than at tables set out by public restaurants," the leaflet says. "It is forbidden to litter or leave behind wastepaper, cans, bottles and any other type of solid or liquid waste."
Even the sale of takeout food, a staple for tourists, is being banned around St. Mark's Square.
The trash, pizza crusts and pigeon excrement that coat the square are of particular concern to city officials and others who maintain that the rubbish is ruining the site, one of the most popular tourist destinations in the country.
"I've been saying for some time that drastic measures are required," Augusto Salvadori, a senior tourism official, told the Italian daily newspaper Corriere della Sera.
The struggle over rules reflects the dilemma for popular tourist magnets. Communities crave and rely on tourist dollars, but at some point they feel overrun by the very visitors they've courted.
Such is certainly the case in Venice, where at times crowds are so thick that it's difficult to move through the city's winding streets.
To impose order, some city officials are even thinking of directing foot traffic through St. Mark's.
"[The tourists] walk like sheep," said Marisa Boffelli, an official with the town hall. "I sometimes can't even move; I'm stuck and am late getting to the office."
And so, for now, the "decency patrols," as the local press calls them, will enforce the new rules.
Violators who litter, eat in undesignated areas or loiter under impermissible porticos may be fined up to 500 euros, or about $675.
Italy's Politics Challenging: Iraeli Politics is "Comeback" and Skeptical
Life at the very top in Israeli politics often seems like a game of musical chairs: namely, a shrinking talent pool of potential leaders, the result of an increasingly sour public view of politics and politicians that discourages intelligent, well-qualified people from entering the field.
"Young Israelis go into industry, they go into the arts, they go overseas. But they don't go into politics" "Israeli politics has been so discredited that there is a dearth of new leaders."
Public service has lost much of its sheen, experts say, because much of the public feels it's not being served.
When Israelis look back on the last 40 years, many see a succession of governments that failed to solve some of the burning questions of the day, the foremost being the conflict with the Palestinians.
At the same time, sex and corruption scandals have tarnished the image of officeholders, especially in recent years. Sharon and his sons were dogged by a corruption inquiry. Within the last nine months, Israel's ceremonial president and justice minister were forced to step down, because of allegations of sexual misconduct. . "Politicians in Israel are crucified, all of them, sooner or later."
The dearth of new blood in the last 15 to 20 years, had made it easier for old hands to revive moribund careers.
In addition, seven devastating years of Palestinian suicide bombings and another war in Lebanon, this one against Hezbollah militants, have brought an atmosphere of deep insecurity in which party members and ordinary voters seem more willing to recycle old leaders with strong credentials than to turn to the new and untried.
Barak Back in Israel's Political Fray
May 27, 2007
Ehud Barak, the former prime minister who was routed from office six years ago, is making a bid to take over Israel's Labor Party once again. After fading from public life to dabble in business, Barak has hit the comeback trail, convinced he can come to Israel's rescue.
He faces stiff competition in Monday's party primary. Many Israelis still revile him either as the waffler who failed to close a deal with Yasser Arafat on a Palestinian state or the stooge who gave away too much.
But the fact that Barak is a serious contender for the Labor leadership illustrates a truism of Israeli life: In politics, as in religion, this is a land of exile and return.
Survey Israel's political landscape of the last few decades and the same faces keep reappearing, like the spring-loaded figures in the children's toy that get hammered into a hole but pop up again.
Celebrated leaders such as Menachem Begin and Yitzhak Rabin suffered stinging defeats in their careers yet managed to claw their way back to the top. Ariel Sharon was accused of allowing the massacre of Palestinian refugees in the 1982 war in Lebanon, dismissed as defense minister and banned for life from serving in that post; his revenge was to become prime minister nearly 20 years later.
Now, with the government of Prime Minister Ehud Olmert tottering because of his performance in last year's war in Lebanon (some of the same theaters of conflict make encore appearances as well), three of the leading candidates to replace him are men who have held the job and been bounced out.
"Israel is a comeback country," said Amnon Rubinstein, a political commentator and former politician himself.
Besides Barak, there is Likud Party leader Benjamin Netanyahu, whom angry voters ejected from office in 1999, and the ever-present Shimon Peres, who at 83 has occupied or orbited the center of power for longer than most Israelis have been alive.
The political situation here is in stark contrast to that in the United States, where presidents exit the scene almost never to return. As many American schoolchildren learn, only Grover Cleveland, in the 19th century, managed to serve nonconsecutive terms in the White House.
In Israel, the comeback prowess of politicians is due in part to the country's parliamentary and party systems, which operate differently from American presidential politics. Here, even leaders who stumble badly can hold on to power within their parties by tapping the support of loyalists and junior officials they've taken under their wing.
But analysts also identify a more worrisome reason that life at the very top often seems like a game of musical chairs: namely, a shrinking talent pool of potential leaders, the result of an increasingly sour public view of politics and politicians that discourages intelligent, well-qualified people from entering the field.
"Young Israelis go into industry, they go into the arts, they go overseas. But they don't go into politics," Rubinstein said. "Israeli politics has been so discredited that there is a dearth of new leaders."
Public service has lost much of its sheen, experts say, because much of the public feels it's not being served.
When Israelis look back on the last 40 years, many see a succession of governments that failed to solve some of the burning questions of the day, the foremost being the conflict with the Palestinians.
At the same time, sex and corruption scandals have tarnished the image of officeholders, especially in recent years. Sharon and his sons were dogged by a corruption inquiry that regularly made headlines. Within the last nine months, Israel's ceremonial president and justice minister were forced to step down, at least temporarily, because of allegations of sexual misconduct.
The scrutiny and scathing media coverage can be a strong disincentive to newcomers.
"The rewards of becoming a politician in Israel definitely don't overcome the disadvantages," said Abraham Diskin, a political scientist at Hebrew University. "Politicians in Israel are crucified, all of them, sooner or later."
Yoram Peri, an expert on politics and the media at Tel Aviv University, said that the dearth of new blood in the last 15 to 20 years, with a few exceptions, had made it easier for old hands such as Netanyahu and Barak to revive moribund careers.
In addition, seven devastating years of Palestinian suicide bombings and another war in Lebanon, this one against Hezbollah militants, have brought an atmosphere of deep insecurity in which party members and ordinary voters seem more willing to recycle old leaders with strong credentials than to turn to the new and untried.
Sharon and Barak first made their names in the Israeli military as war heroes. Netanyahu, though not so decorated, sticks to a hard line on relations with the Palestinians.
By contrast, neither Olmert nor Amir Peretz, the defense minister and current Labor Party leader, can boast of much military experience, and an official inquiry recently rebuked them for poor decision-making in last summer's 34-day conflict with Hezbollah. The veteran politicos now look good by comparison, analysts say.
"The devil you know is better than the devil that you don't know," said Gideon Doron, a professor of political science at Tel Aviv University. "We know Mr. Barak; we know Mr. Netanyahu. We are willing to gamble on them, knowing if we gamble on someone who's new — Olmert or Mr. Peretz — we are going to pay a much dearer price."
Barak, 65, launched his Labor campaign in January, in a letter acknowledging "my share of mistakes and my inexperience" during his previous tenure.
Current polls indicate that he is likely to force a runoff with rival Ami Ayalon, but probably would lose in the second round. Although Ayalon is a political newcomer, he is no stranger to the public or to security issues, having served as the head of Shin Bet, Israel's domestic intelligence agency.
If Barak captures the Labor leadership and Olmert's government falls, the race for prime minister probably would pit him against Netanyahu, 57, who has managed to rehabilitate his career after a series of scandals that hit his premiership.
(Peres says he is now interested in being president rather than prime minister, but characteristically, the octogenarian is not ruling anything out. "Shimon Peres plans to become prime minister in 2050 or something like that," said Diskin, the Hebrew University professor.)
A Barak-Netanyahu matchup would cause a serious outbreak of deja vu in Israel: The two men ran against each other in 1999.
Barak won that battle, but things have changed in eight years. Only the faces haven't.
They Came, They Toured, They Offended -Ugly Americans? Not Necessarily
EVERY summer, people all over the world become acquainted again with a deep truth....that people from different countries observe different customs — not only of speaking, but of eating, sleeping, gesturing, counting change, observing boundaries of personal space, tipping cab drivers, standing in lines, avoiding certain topics of conversation at dinnertime as unbearably disgusting — is a truism one probably can never be reminded of too often.
Especially this year, which according to statistics compiled by New York City, is likely to be a very big year for foreign tourists around here. The dollar is cheap. The shopping is endless. And about seven million foreign visitors are expected in the city — the highest number since before 9/11 — mainly from Britain, Ireland, France, Italy, Spain, Scandinavia and Germany.
This is good news for New York, of course. Foreigners who vacation in the United States spend about four times as much as American tourists do.
But it is bad news only in those isolated cases (which you hear about if you talk to cabbies, tour guides and certain sarcastic individuals in sales) where the awe of Mr. Martin’s revelation is supplanted by the ugly reality of a culture clash — a tip denied, a personal boundary violated, or a long line at a drug store counter jumped by a family, who forever thereafter shall be remembered by the offended party present (an acquaintance of mine) as those “ugly Europeans.”
Let it be said that no group holds a monopoly on the title of “ugly.” Tip-stiffing, line-jumping, excessive price-haggling, sidewalk-blocking-when-stopping-suddenly-to-take-pictures-of-a-person-playing-the-steel-drums — none of these are unique to any national group.
Expedia, the online travel service, conducted a survey of tourist boards around the world that rated British tourists as the most obnoxious. Some people in the tourism world claim that the Chinese, the newest wave of world travelers, are even more so.
Whatever. Is it time, at least, for retiring the term “ugly American” from the dictionary of foreign phrases?
The answer, according to experts in the rarified field of tourism anthropology, is a possible yes.
“Ugly” behavior in tourists is almost always in the eye of the people being toured; and Americans are no longer the only, or even the dominant group of tourists out in the world. We are now as often toured as tour-ing.
And New Yorkers, it turns out, are just as likely to be exasperated being toured by tourists unfamiliar with their local mores about tipping or standing in check-out lines, say, as the Achuar tribesmen of Ecuador are to be offended by tourists who sit on certain sacred rocks.
“The Achuars have actually developed a list of rules for tourists,” said Sharon Gmelch, an anthropology professor at Union College in Schenectady, N.Y. “If you are a man, you are not to look directly at a woman, for example. You are not to sit in certain sacred places, or touch anyone’s person. You’re not to take pictures without asking permission. Some of these rules might work in New York, too, I would imagine.”
Nelson H. H. Graburn, a professor of anthropology at the University of California at Berkeley, said one of his graduate students recently asked tour guides in China to rate the tourists from various Western countries.
“They told her that Israeli, French and American tourists could be the most difficult,” Professor Graburn said, “but that what distinguished Americans was that they could be loud and demanding, and then would invariably apologize and give them big tips.”
To be an ugly tourist is to miss the fundamental truth in Mr. Martin’s statement. “It is to have an overall lack of understanding that there is such a thing as cultural difference,” wrote Prof. Inga Treitler, the secretary for the National Association for the Practice of Anthropology, in an e-mail message.
Valene Smith, an anthropology professor at California State University at Chico who pioneered the academic study of tourism and travel in the 1970s, said that the tourists most likely to be deplored by their hosts these days are not the euro-rich Europeans or the British or the standard ugly Americans but the Chinese.
“They have only been traveling widely in the last five years or so, but they are touring in numbers no one has seen before — by the thousands,” she said. “They behave as they would at home — there is a lot of pushing and shoving. Very few speak languages other than Chinese.”
Last summer, in an incident widely discussed among travel experts, she said, 40,000 Chinese tourists descended on the small German city of Trier to visit the birthplace of Karl Marx.
“It was quite a mess,” Professor Smith said. “No one was prepared ahead of time. The Germans were quite upset.”
And so, my fellow Americans, this summer let us host and be hosted as travelers in a world in which we are no longer alone; a world where we can venture forth with the unschooled of other nations, and join hand in hand in ignorance of all the different words those French have for everything!
Paolo Maldini - World's Best Defender- Now Time to Retire?
Stand Down, Paolo, and Let Christian Play on for the Family
Neither error resulted in a goal, a shot on target, or even a harsh word in the newspapers all across Europe the following day. Writers were gushing in their praise for Maldini: so, too, were Liverpool's players, who applauded the Milan captain and his team in a way that showed big clubs can be gracious in defeat. Perhaps Maldini is beyond criticism, so well has he played in a remarkable career that stretches back to a time when Michel Platini and Diego Maradona were the biggest names in football.
Arguably, Maldini is the world's best defender. He has played more games for Italy, more in Serie A and more in European club competitions than anyone else. No other defender has been World Footballer of the Year. No one has appeared in more European Cup finals. He has played 22 seasons for the same club and when he does eventually retire, Milan's No 3 shirt will go with him.
I have been privileged to attend all eight of Maldini's European Cup finals from 1989. In all those games, against Steaua Bucharest, Benfica, Marseille, Barcelona, Ajax, Juventus, and Liverpool (twice), his defending was flawless. Until the 66th minute in Athens.
Maldini, who will be 39 next month, was effusive after lifting the cup. 'We've been the best team in Italy, Europe and the world over the past 20 years... When I lifted the trophy I thought about all the sacrifices I've made over the years and about the people who are close to me and who have supported me.'
It sounded valedictorian. It would be a good time to stand down. He did it at international level after the 2002 World Cup, and refused a call-up to Euro 04 because 'the fundamental thing is that a player of 34 years of age cannot possibly play in such a tournament'. But no.
'The cycle hasn't ended yet,' he continued. 'It would have been nice to end my career by winning this trophy, but I want to play in the European Super Cup and another league campaign and the Intercontinental Cup and then I want to win the European Cup again next year. That would be fantastic. My retirement will not depend on my motivation, but on my body.'
After last week's civic reception in Milan, Maldini's next stop is Brussels, where he will have a knee operation that will enable his body to endure a twenty-third season. 'I want to play one more year, at least.'
Why? There is plenty more to keep him occupied. There's the clothing company he runs with Christian Vieri, the modeling - his many female fans will not desert him if he hangs up his boots - and the family, or rather both families, the Milan one and the biological one.
Daniele Massaro, who scored twice for Milan in their rout of Barcelona in the 1994 final, also in Athens, said: 'Milan really are a family, it's the secret of their success. They never close the doors when you finish playing. I can't think how many former players are working with the youth team or behind the scenes.'
Here are a few, all of whom played alongside Maldini in a European Cup final: Carlo Ancelotti, Mauro Tassotti, Billy Costacurta, Alberigo Evani, Colombo, Franco Baresi, Stefano Eranio, Sebastiano Rossi and Massaro. Not a bad bunch of brothers.
It is difficult to untangle one family from the other. Maldini's father, Cesare, also a defender, played for Milan in the 1950s and 1960s. Paolo's son, Christian, is in the under-10s. 'My father captained Milan to their first European Cup victory in 1963, but I don't remember him as a player,' said Paolo. 'I played under his guidance in Milan youth teams, but I learned more from him about being a man. About a correct attitude to the game.'
Maldini senior's attitude to retirement? He quit aged 35.
Movie: "Beer League": Howard Stern's Pervasive Italian Bigotry
Posted by Will Helm
While last week I studied the American tradition of Little League, there are some men – and women – who refuse to let that slice of their life go. And, for them, there is another form of recreation, usually found in suburbs around the country: organized softball leagues often referred to as "beer leagues." Why? Well, those involved are in a league and usually there's beer involved, either before, after, or even during the game.
Just, perhaps, to cash in on the popularity of beer leagues across the country, Howard Stern lackey Artie Lange – and, obviously, his buddies – got together to make a film all about this strange American tradition. Yes . . . that was a bit of sarcasm. Alright, that was a lot of sarcasm. I never knew there was a clamor for a beer league movie and, judging by the fact that I can barely remember this film even being released to the theater, evidently no one knew that either. The film does hold two surprises, however: it shows just how pervasiveThe Sopranos has made grossly exaggerated Italian stereotypes and Ralph Macchio still gets work in movies. Oh, and that Northern New Jersey is a sad and desolate place, full of ennui and depression. Yay. Does that confluence of elements make this a Misunderstood Masterpiece? Let's find out!
Deep in the North Jersey suburbs, some fat guy (Artie Lange) hits balls off his garage while imagining himself a Yankee. He may be surrounded by Mets fans, however, because some annoying wannabe Gotti kid comes over and insults him. The fat guy chases after the annoying scamp but his pursuit is curtailed by a distinct lack of endurance as the fat guy gets winded in a heartbeat. Meanwhile, at a somewhat nicer house in the North Jersey suburbs, Ralph Macchio gets dressed for a ballgame while his harpy of a fianc?e (Elizabeth Regen) yaps at him about his impending wedding. Elsewhere, at a local gym festooned with a bevy of softball trophies, some skinny Italian stereotype (Anthony DeSando) hits on some skanky skinny chick; receptionist Tina Fey is not impressed.
Over at the local ballpark, some old guy (Seymour Cassel) yells at his Italian teammates because only Ralph Macchio takes the game seriously . . . maybe a little too seriously. The fat guy, being a cheerful, drunken fat guy, shows up a little late, but at least he brings drinks. As the game starts, the fat guy argues with the skinny guy from the gym, who's not only the captain of other team but also the fat guy's longtime rival. Dum-dum-DUM! To start the game, the fat guy and the skinny guy argue about sexual conquests back in high school, for no particular reason.
Then, as the game begins proper, the fat guy and his team all stink; perhaps it's because the fat guy tells racist jokes to his lone black teammate. Deep into the game, after some screwy play or something, a brawl breaks out between the two teams. The cops, who must not have had anything better to do – or were waiting around knowing this would happen – show up instantaneously to arrest both teams. Over at the station, the teams argue until the chief shows up to break them up and propose a compromise brokered by the evil skinny guy. It seems that the chief, who apparently also runs the softball league or has some sort of jurisdiction over it, states that, due to their history of brawls, whichever team finishes the season with a better record – or something like that . . . it becomes a little more vague later – can stay in the league while the losers have to ship off to a different league.
At the local bar, some skanky HOT CHICK (Cara Buono) sits around at the bar and then the fat guy hits on her a bit, just because he can. The bartender, being a salt-of-the-earth archetype, sasses at the fat guy and brings him back down to reality. Yes, even skanky HOT CHICKS are out of his league. Meanwhile, Ralph Macchio bemoans the fact that he isn't happy about his upcoming wedding and everything related to it and that his fianc?e is less happy with his behavior as of late. Yeah . . . he's whipped. It also seems that Ralph Macchio is quite nervous about his bachelor party, since the fat guy – who's also the best man – is tasked with planning it. Why do I get the feeling Beetlejuice is going to show up at any time?
After a night of drinking, the guys go to the nearest diner, where they mock the "Happy Waitress" special – seriously, why is it called a "Happy Waitress"? – and Linden, N.J. Well, I must admit, Linden, N.J., is quite worthy of mockery. Of course, the stereotypically sassy waitress (Mary Birdsong) sort of defends Linden, N.J. and then she pokes fun at the fact that Ralph Macchio orders health food. Later that night, serendipitously, the skanky HOT CHICK and her friends arrive at the diner in a drunken stupor. The fat guy, sensing that he may have a chance with a drunken, skanky HOT CHICK, borrows a few dollars off Ralph Macchio to buy the drunken, skanky HOT CHICK a Danish . . . which must be North Jersey lingo for hooking up, which they do.
The next morning, the skanky HOT CHICK, now hung over and realizing what she's done, freaks out. Seriously, who wouldn't? Unless she's thinking of working her way up the Howard Stern food chain. Of course, her disdain isn't just because she slept with Artie Lange, but also that he's sexually unsatisfying. The fat guy, being a jolly fat guy who's used to being sexually unsatisfying, tries to soothe things over and, because of his sweet talk, the skanky HOT CHICK agrees to go on an actual date with the fat guy. To celebrate their burgeoning relationship, they almost get it on again . . . but the fat guy is rudely interrupted by his mom . . . who's also Roseanne Barnold's sister (Laurie Metcalf)! So Artie Lange is Roseanne Barnold's nephew? Huh?
At the next game, the team still sucks, so the fat guy reconciles the situation by taking the skanky HOT CHICK out for dinner later. As what must be his idea of romantic conversation, he tells the skanky HOT CHICK all about his sad, dull life. The skanky HOT CHICK, who's unsurprisingly in therapy, psychoanalyzes the fat guy and, through that, she reveals that she digs him. How sweet. Of course, it might just be because she's had an awful life too. Dr. Drew would have a field day with her. In the skanky HOT CHICK's car after the date, the fat guy and the skanky HOT CHICK joke about sex and he's even about to get some . . . until his mom rudely interrupts again. Hmm . . . maybe she's jealous.
OK, that's gross.
Perhaps to change his lot in life a bit, the fat guy gets a landscaping job the next day but, unfortunately – after a day of mowing lawns and gasping for air, his last task is to mow his archnemesis' lawn. Dum-dum-DUM! In addition, the skinny guy just happens to be home with a HOT CHICK and his Speedo – ah, there's nothing like Italian stereotypes – to mock the fat guy and his supplicant job. This comes into play later in the day as the fat guy and his team have to play the skinny guy's team again. On the ballfield, the fat guy and the skinny guy trade witty barbs . . . and musical cues. There's nothing like dueling theme songs! All the drama is for naught, however, as the fat guy hits into a double play to end the game. Yay?
Back at the bar, the guys drown their sorrows and joke around about their impending relegation. Ralph Macchio, however, since he takes the game seriously – and he's the fat guy's heroic foil – still wants to win and stay in the league. Meanwhile, the black guy tells ethnic jokes about Italians, which is perfectly kosher in the world of the film. It's nice to see Beer League taking the time to break down double standards. Meanwhile, the rest of the conversation takes a left turn as Ralph Macchio chats with the fat guy about the upcoming bachelor party. Ooh . . . I hope he wants chicks, and guns, and fire trucks, etc. Or not, as he just wants a promise that the bachelor party will be civil. The fat guy, perhaps feeling sensitive, wants some advice about the skanky HOT CHICK and, specifically, how to handle her track record. Oh no . . . she did it with Bill Lumbergh! Actually, it doesn't matter, as Ralph Macchio advises the fat guy to espouse diplomacy.
That night, in bed, the fat guy complains about the skinny guy to the skanky HOT CHICK. Hmm . . . maybe he's got a crush on the skinny guy or something. That'd be an interesting plot twist. The fat guy gets over his rage at his rival because of the skanky HOT CHICK's love . . . and the massive amount of tetrahydrocannibinol coursing through his system. He and the skanky HOT CHICK then get it on . . . with his mom listening in the next room. Well, it's nice that she can keep track of her son's skills, but maybe not in that way.
Shockingly, perhaps through the awesome power of skanky HOT CHICK love, the fat guy and his team win a game and now the fat guy doesn't want to give up on their quest of staying in the league. Oh no . . . not one of those movies. I'm not in the mood to "feel good." His teammates, in an odd turnabout, aren't as optimistic but the fat guy tells them with a little practice – which he eschewed earlier in the film as an ironic counterpoint – they could be contenders. They could be somebody. The old guy, since he hasn't done much else in the film, goes along with the fat guy's plan and everyone else agrees since, I guess, they respect the old guy. Or he'll just insult them or something.
Moments later, the guys start practicing and, unsurprisingly, they start getting better as they're applying themselves to the task at hand. Ah, skanky HOT CHICK love: is there anything it can't do? Meanwhile, the old guy and the fat guy, perhaps as added motivation, scream insults at their teammates. On the field, the results of their new outlook are obvious as the guys go on a winning streak and the fat guy messes with the skinny guy's lawn. That weekend, the fat guy and the skanky HOT CHICK go down the shore where she shoots a geek and then they get hassled by Jim Breuer as a carny. The fat guy steps up to Jim Breuer's challenge and then he throws a football at him in a fit of rage.
Sometime later, Ralph Macchio gets a lecture from his fianc?e about his bachelor party later that evening; I wonder if an ex-boyfriend of hers will offer to trade her for tools and tires and cash. Oh, and a Porsche. Damn Bachelor Party was an awesome movie. Anyway, at the bachelor party, the guys hang out with extremely skanky strippers – because I guess North Jersey has varying levels of skank – and do coke. Ralph Macchio even gets a bit hammered and then everyone freaks out when a cop shows up . . . who happens to be Ralph Macchio's cousin Nick DiPaolo from Boston. Something tells me that Artie Lange just called in a bunch of favors to his buddies for this film. It's just a hunch. Just because he's the fianc?e's cousin, the skinny guy – and his giant hair – shows up as well. Ralph Macchio gets the fat guy to promise not to fight, so the fat guy, as a token of gratitude, tells the strippers to rape Ralph Macchio. The fat guy does end up getting into a fight anyway, however, when the fianc?e's father shows up and tries to kill him. At least he didn't fight the skinny guy; that's all Ralph Macchio really wanted.
After the party, the fat guy bonds with one of the strippers over skanky HOT CHICK love. Moments after, behind the bar, Ralph Macchio urinates on the fat guy while the skinny guy reveals that he did it with the skanky HOT CHICK. Dum-dum-DUM! Although, in that situation, I don't know which is the insult and which is the injury. The fat guy, unsurprisingly, goes off the deep end – although at least it really wasn't Bill Lumbergh . . . though she could've done him too – and he accidentally drops a trash can on a car outside the skinny guy's gym. Yeah . . . it's one of those convoluted series of events things that I don't feel like explaining. Sorry about that.
Over at the diner, the skanky HOT CHICK visits the now-unhinged fat guy and he wants to chat about his rival. It turns out that she boned him two years ago – which is probably an eternity with her track record – but the fat guy doesn't care. I honestly can't say I blame him for not wanting the skinny guy's sloppy seconds. At least they both knew they had herpes to begin with; it's all about suppression. Anyway, the skanky HOT CHICK tells the fat guy to let it go and he does . . . by dumping the skanky HOT CHICK. The skanky HOT CHICK flips out – even though she could do so much better than the fat guy. Bitches be crazy.
With the fat guy now single and despondent, his buddies try to talk some sense into him; meanwhile, Ralph Macchio wants to tell his fianc?e about what went down at the bachelor party but his buddies wisely convince him not to. Back at the bar, the guys find out that they're tied for second place in the league but the fat guy is distracted by the fact that he needs a date for Ralph Macchio's wedding. OK . . . there's just too many plots going on in this damned movie. Be a sports flick or be a drama; stop trying to be both! Oh yeah . . . and be funny! How is it that comedians and comic actors aren't funny! Damn you, movie. Whew . . . anyway, the fat guy calls a bunch of girls he knew in high school, but now they're either married, lesbians, or nuns or in prison or something like that. At the end of his rope – and his little black book – the fat guy calls the skanky HOT CHICK to apologize and ask her out to the wedding; it's too bad she's busy in bed with the black guy. Whoa . . . that was unexpected.
After the guys win the next game and make the championship game, the fat guy still can't get a date for the wedding. Ralph Macchio tells him to come alone but the fat guy doesn't want to out of respect. So he elects to take the cokehead stripper from the bachelor party with him. It doesn't turn out for the best, however, as, on the way to the service, they're arrested because the stripper is coked up and can't drive anyway. Hence, the fat guy lets Ralph Macchio down by missing the wedding.
A few days later, the fat guy tries to apologize to Ralph Macchio, who is sensibly incredulous. The fat guy, as a token of self-sacrifice volunteers to quit the team but his spot is assured when the old guy kicks off for no particular reason. Back at the bar after the funeral, the guys toast the old guy over and over and over and over again. And then they start talking about some guy named Bill Brasky and that makes absolutely no sense. Anyway, in their drunken stupor, Ralph Macchio reconciles his relationship with the fat guy and the fat guy realizes that he really needs to get over his nemesis . . . and then they realize they're going to be late to the championship game!
After the bartender hilariously drives all the guys to the ballpark in his sensible sedan, the guys tumble out of the car and get ready to play the championship . . . in their suits. Since the old guy is on the permanently disabled list, the fat guy has to pitch but, before he does, he apologizes to Ralph Macchio's fianc?e for screwing up their wedding. She, not ever liking the fat guy to begin with, actually thanks him for missing the wedding. Aww . . . how sweet.
In another touching moment, the skanky HOT CHICK shows up to support the fat guy – figuratively – and, after she reveals to everyone in earshot that the skinny guy isn't well endowed and has herpes, the fat guy hits a home run. The fat guy's stunning success at the plate rallies the team and they end up scoring a few runs to make the game competitive. Of course, the actually still lose the game, but at least they were respectable. For once. After the game, while the skinny guy and his teammates celebrate, the guys elect to play in Parsippany the next year and then the fat guy steals the skinny guy's trophy and drives off with the skanky HOT CHICK. Ooh . . . maybe they're going to bury it next to Jimmy Hoffa. Finally, during the credits, Todd Barry hits on the skanky HOT CHICK down the shore just because Artie Lange probably promised him a part in the movie.
No lie. Beer League hurts my head. Not only is it annoyingly stereotypical and hackneyed, it also isn't funny. Like I said earlier, how can so many "funny" people make a film that isn't at all funny . . . much less entertaining. It doesn't happen often, but Beer League actually breeds a feeling of apathy that I haven't encountered in a long time. Beer League isn't actively bad and it isn't actively good . . . it's just there. It takes up space on film, on DVD, and probably on the airwaves too . . . and that's probably the best that can be said about it. As it is, at least it's some form of emotional response, and I suppose it's worthy enough of being a Misunderstood Masterpiece.
http://www.411mania.com/movies/columns/54773/Misunderstood-Masterpieces:-Beer-League.htm
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Andretti's at the Indy 500; First Family of Frustration
Mario led more laps here, 556, than two of Indy's three four-time winners, A.J. Foyt and Rick Mears.
Among father-son drivers, Mario and Michael have led more laps here by far, 1,086, than Al Unser Sr. and Al Unser Jr. with 754. But the elder Unser won here four times, the younger twice.
Indy's First Family? Not Exactly. Generations of Frustration for the Andrettis
May 25, 2007
Still, the memory seized 20-year-old Marco just the other day ? just as it has "a couple of times a day, every day since," he said.
"We just lost the biggest race in the world."
He spoke as if it had happened minutes earlier.
"This was right in his grasp," said Mario Andretti, still hurting for his grandson.
"I mean, it just really bothers you ? you know?" said Michael Andretti, who last year, for a fleeting moment, was so sure his son had won that he pumped his fist in the air from his own cockpit at 220 mph, running third just behind Marco and Sam Hornish Jr.
Exiting the final turn of the final lap, Marco, a 19-year-old rookie, led. Surely, within seconds, he would become the youngest winner here, three years younger than Troy Ruttman in 1952.
Since the first Indianapolis 500 in 1911, there had never been a pass for the win on the last lap, let alone on the homestretch, let alone right at the checkered flag.
The Indianapolis 500 may no longer be the biggest race in the world, to the rest of the world. A dozen devastating years of schism in American open-wheel racing have eroded the old race's renown.
But it remains Olympus to the Andrettis, who have paid so dearly here. They have dominated, electrified and charmed the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, only to suffer more and longer-running heartbreak than any other bloodline.
Preparing to make only his second 500 start in Sunday's 91st running, Marco already is burdened by an enormous sense of opportunity lost.
"I think even if we end up winning here, [last year] is still going to bug me," he said. "You've got to take advantage of every opportunity you can."
He bases that on family history. He will run again as a teammate to his father, who'll make his 16th ? and final, Michael says ? attempt to break his own almost legendary run of awful luck here.
The Andrettis' only rivals among famous families here, the Unsers, at least have the satisfaction of nine 500 wins among the three of them.
Five Andrettis have 55 Indy starts, including Mario's other son, Jeff, and nephew John. Mario led more laps here, 556, than two of Indy's three four-time winners, A.J. Foyt and Rick Mears.
Among father-son drivers, Mario and Michael have led more laps here by far, 1,086, than Al Unser Sr. and Al Unser Jr. with 754. But the elder Unser won here four times, the younger twice.
For all of this, the Andrettis have but one Indy win to show: Mario's in 1969.
Still they deny, even bristle at, the term "the Andretti Curse."
Whatever it is, Marco was about to break it. About to ?
"Now there's going to be a shootout," Mario recalls thinking, standing in the pits. "Hornish was lurking right there. What made me nervous was that I figured, 'He's going to come like a train.' Which is what he did."
Marco knew Hornish had a faster car, from the fabled stable of longtime family friend but nemesis Roger Penske, the team owner who had already won this race 13 times with nine drivers.
But Marco had a half-straightaway lead as they took the white flag signaling the final lap, and knew "a last-lap pass is really unheard of here." And any time in this race, "if a leader is leading out of Turn 4, you hardly ever see him get passed by the time you get to the start-finish line."
All that sorrow. All those years. Marco hurtled at 220 mph toward making up for so much.
Since he was 5, in 1992, he had experienced the Andretti anguish. Indeed, '92 had been the family's worst Indy 500 ever.
"That was a horrible day," Marco recalled just the other day, again as if it had just happened.
His Nonno Mario (Grandpa Mario, in the familial Italian) crashed terribly and suffered severe foot injuries. Uncle Jeff crashed even worse, suffering career-ruining injuries to his feet and lower legs.
But Michael led, running away, pressing on, anguishing, not knowing the condition of his father and brother.
"I knew. I knew," Marco said of it all.
Even at 5, he was monitoring television and radio, and even the team radio channel.
"I definitely knew they were hurt. Jeff's case was definitely more severe.
"And they wouldn't tell Dad anything, which was making me so mad. Dad's asking, 'Tell me! Tell me!' and they wouldn't tell him anything on the radio.
"And here he is, leading the race and not knowing if his brother is even alive."
Michael had led 160 of the first 189 laps and was pulling farther and farther away when, with 11 laps of the 200 left, a small belt broke on the engine. His car rolled to a stop in the grass inside the fourth turn.
After that, "I followed him everywhere and just sat there and listened and watched," Marco said.
"Dad went to the hospital to see them afterwards. He'd just wanted to tell them he'd won the race for them. And he couldn't even do that, to top it all off."
Al Unser Jr., in a car far inferior to Michael's, won the race in the closest finish in 500 history, after longshot Scott Goodyear, who'd started last, pulled almost alongside coming to the line, but couldn't get past at the checkered flag.
In 2006 would come the second closest, but more electrifying.
Surely, Marco thought, he could hold on as Unser had. Nobody passed on the last lap, off the fourth turn.
"What I did was bait [Hornish] to the inside, thinking he didn't have enough speed," Marco said. "I knew he was fast ? but he beat me by a car length. That just caught me by surprise."
Theoretically Marco could have blocked Hornish at the last second.
"There would have been a freaking big accident," Mario said. "There's no way Sam would have backed off."
"If I had moved over, maybe I could have ended up in the tower at 200 mph," Marco said. "That's not the way I want to win the Indy 500."
Mario again: "The 'experts' tell me, 'Oh, Mario, if you had been in that car you would have made it wide,' and all that. You know what? I was most proud of Marco for making his split-second decision not to block when he saw Sam coming."
Oh, well. At least Marco made the Indy 500 memorabl