The Kharlamov (17) - Petrov (16) - Mikhailov (13) line on the prowl against Finland at the 1972 Olympics. The Finnish goalie is Jorma Valtonen. (Image Source)
Fifty years ago today, Palestinian terrorists from the Black September faction of the PLO took a group of Israeli athletes and coaches hostage at the 1972 Munich Olympics and murdered eleven of them. We will never forget those who lost their lives on September 5-6, 1972, or the families and friends who grieved their loss. We will remember them - always.
Olga Korbut performing the banned 'Dead Loop' the 1972 Olympics in Munich, Germany.
The dead loop which is performed by standing on a high bar and then executing a backflip before grabbing the bar again was performed by Olga. It was the first and last time performed at the global level.
Why was it banned?
High risk of injury, many teens ended up with severe injuries including broken necks.
Breaststroke has had a wide variety of incarcerations. In the Seventies, when the rules did not allow a swimmer to drop their head under water, many top swimmers would schoosh water forwards when they took a breath.
The ‘schoosh’ happened on the powerful insweep of the arms at the same time as the exhalation of breath. This combination forced water forward in a way that can only be described as…
I was glad to get into Munich (München in German) on the final day of Oktoberfest, and I also just so happened to be here on one of Germany’s national Holidays, Germany Unity day! From Wiki:
It commemorates German reunification in 1990 when the Federal Republic of Germany (West Germany) and the German Democratic Republic (East Germany) were unified, so that for the first time since 1945 there existed a single German state. German Unity Day on 3 October has been the German National Holiday since 1990, when the reunification was formally completed.
I followed the signs that routed us through Theresienwiese and around to Oktoberfest, where I was treated with a lovely walk.
And before I even got in the gates, was greeted by this:
Look at that girl’s face. She does not want to be there.
And this place was huge. How big? I took a lap around the main thoroughfare (which is still inside the area, as opposed to the outer ring) and it was a mile long. It was very similar to the volksfest I went to in Stuttgart, but larger. In fact, if you are someone who’s claustrophobic, this would not the place for you. It was packed, and due to the carnival rides and food and such, is quite family-friendly. Turns out it’s not all about drinking beer. ;)
I took a few shots to try and show the immenseness, but it was tough:
Did you know at this event in 2014, 16.2 million pints of beer was drank? I don’t even want to know the bratwursts eaten numbers.
While it was cool to say I had been there, I found myself wandering around and not wanting to drink the high-priced beer or eat the food, so I left. I briefly thought about asking some folks to take some pictures of their spectacular lederhosen and dirndls, but the language barrier and just way too many people made it feel prohibitive. Still, I got to say I was here!
I meandered over to old town - I got lost trying to find the U-Bahn, so I just walked. I’ve never had such a directional orientation issue as I do in this town! I made my way to the hub of the city, and saw some beautiful sites.
Sorry for the photo dump: there was just a lot of pretty things.
I then went to Olympiapark München, home of the the 1972 Munich summer Olympics. It was eerie walking there - the streets were like a ghost town - I assume it was the holiday and last day of Oktoberfest - maybe everyone was somewhere else? Now if you know anything about the Olympics (at least the more modern ones), you will hear that usually hosting is actually a drain on the host cities. Not this one. These facilities are still used, and the park and architecture is fabulous. The park is celebrating its 50 year anniversary! Upon entering, from the north, I was greeted with the signature canopy architecture - in this case, it reminded me of a scarab (Rhinoceros) beetle.
Here is the stadium, currently undergoing some light remodeling:
Oh, and if you’d like, you can walk across the roof and zipline off of it! That’s a big no from me, dawg...
I went to the arena, but they were warming up for a concert, so I couldn’t peek around, but guess who’s still out there touring?
I also checked out the Olympic pool, still in use, and still cool-as-hell:
The sun was getting low, and I had spied a hill in the distance (also turns out this is a place my current host, Moritz, had suggested), so I hiked over and watched the sun set, a got another view of the park, where the plexiglass panels now reminded me of a spider’s web.
One of my top 10 favorite parks, hands down. I walked back to the apartment (I logged more than 8 miles today) and had a well-earned beer. Since there are so many beers here, I have found myself being picky about the ones I like. Of course I love Hornberg’s own Ketterer, but I also found a new favorite:
And then is was off for food, or so I thought. See, I made a terrible choice in not packing a little extra food. Not only are stores closed on Sundays, but also bank holidays, as are some restaurants! It’s for sure ok if you live here and are planning for it - not so much if your diet subsists on daily grocery store visits. So it was too late for food, and I exhausted most of my backpack supply and rando snax I had picked up. It’s ok - shopping tomorrow, and more exploring!
In the third issue of Jon Sable, Freelance, cover date August, 1983, a part of his past was revealed. The illustrator for his children's books Myke Blackmon was given a manuscript by Sable's agent Eden Kendall called "A Storm Over Eden". Reading it, she learned Jon was competing in the 1972 Olympics and ranked 4th in the Pentathlon. He met and fell in love with gymnast Elise McKenna who was competing for Kenya, Africa. During their first date, the Munic hostage crisis happened. After the Olympics, he returned to Africa with her. The two were married and he became a Hunter Guide. They had two children. After a few years he found himself hunting a group of poachers and killed one of them. He was asked to become a Game Control Officer. Not long later, the poachers came to kill him, but he wasn't home so they killed his wife and children instead and burned down his house. ("A Storm Over Eden", Jon Sable, Freelance 3#, First Comics Event)
During the 1972 Olympic Games, the princely family of Monaco suddenly appeared at the Bratwurstglöckl restaurant. Everyone ordered the house specialty, except for one thing: Princess Caroline was horrified by the pork sausages. No problem, they reached for the emergency sausages and served classic Viennese, with sweet Munich mustard at the princess's request.
This man is legitimately the GOAT when it comes to this sport but I still find it odd that he could somehow miss that entire event but yeah, he was genuinely so focused that he did not know that that had happened in the same Olympic village he was living and training in.