season 2016/2017 was quite… something. I watched every single
competition, went through it all. Sitting in front of the TV,
shaking. Being too emotionally involved. Crying. Screaming. Laughing.
were many things that really reminded me of why I love sports so
much. Determination. Endless love. Support.
me it all started with the competition in Klingenthal. Of course I
was excited – who wouldn’t be?
froze my ass off. I suffered. I screamed and cheered so much my
throat hurt. But it was a good time. I was able to talk to some of
the athletes, high five them, get their autographs, take creepy
pictures. I was fascinated by the wonderful spirit of the audience.
It’s not about seeing the athletes up close. It’s much rather
about being part of a huge, supportive, cheering crowd. I enjoyed
that so much.
season went on. Another personal highlight was definitely the Four
Hills Tournament. I remember how excited I was about Daniel doing so
well and how sad it made me that a stupid mistake took the victory
from him. That’s the other side of sports. There aren’t only good
moments, success and cheering. Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned.
Dreams are shattered. Goals aren’t achieved.
can sing a song about that. Last year many of them crashed,
especially in Kitzbühel. I was excited to go there, but also a
little scared of what might happen. The legendary Streif is a big
deal; being part of it was a dream coming true for me.
atmosphere there was unbelievable. I’d never seen so many people in
one place. Being part of it all was a very special experience and I’m
really, really glad I made it.
that time I had never seen a ski flying competition so far. Of course
that was one of my big goals, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to go
anymore this year. Well – until I got to know Sera
(@daddyschlierenzauer), one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever
met. From day one of being her friend, things were starting to
actually happen. She told me there was a free spot in their hotel
room because another friend couldn’t come. And I started
overthinking. Eventually I planned a whole trip to Oberstdorf within
two days. I was totally sure something wouldn’t work out the way I
had planned it – but surprisingly, there weren’t any issues. I
caught the train. Got to Oberstdorf. Met one of my best friends for
the very first time. And we had a damn good time, believe me.
three days we spent there were very emotional. We were the very first
people at the entrance, arriving over an hour before anyone else did.
We were cheering like crazy. I still feel kind of sorry for the
people who had to stand next to us. Trust me, you don’t wanna hear
me scream for three hours straight.
this doesn’t sound very spectacular, but it was actually one of the
best weekends I’ve ever had.
came three exciting world championships – biathlon, alpine skiing
and nordic. There are many athletes that need to be honoured – an
impressively well doing German team in biathlon, on top Laura
Dahlmeier who won basically everything. Felix Neureuther who saved
Germany’s non existent alpine skiing pride last-minute with his
bronze medal. Andreas Wellinger and the German mixed team slaying in
Lahti. Stefan Kraft becoming seemingly unbeatable. Johannes Rydzek
and the other combiners making nordic combined fans’ dreams come
true. Björn Kircheisen being emotionally overwhelmed by his first
gold medal. That’s where sports are beautiful, that’s where we
all are part of something way bigger than only the competition.
next highlight was the new RawAir tournament. Noone knew how it was
going to be. It was exciting to see something new. As before, Kraft
was dominating again. We saw two new world records. And tears, tears
in the eyes of Andreas Wellinger who was not able to grab the RawAir
trophy in the end. Sometimes, bad wind conditions are a curse. They
can destroy a dream, a victory, a successful end of it all very
quickly. I was in tears when that happened. I couldn’t believe such
an unfair thing had cost him the victory. These are once again the
moments we don’t want to remember, the moments that don’t make us
happy, the moments that show sport isn’t always positive.
it all took a good turn in Planica. The end of the season. Wow,
really? Is it really over now?
feel like it was only yesterday that the Four Hills Tournament began,
only yesterday that I went through the streets of Oberstdorf,
wondering what Cene Prevc was doing at a night club and assuming he was
picking up Domen.
is making fools of us. Now I’m sitting here, not knowing what I’m
supposed to do with my life. I already miss wintersports, I miss you
you for a fantastic season. Thank you to everyone who was there for
me. Thank you to all the new friends I made. You know who you are.
Thank you so much.
begins that ugly phase of waiting. I don’t even wanna know how many
days it’s going to be. But hey, we’ll get through somehow. I’m
sure of that.
another great season, to new highlights, to new emotions. For now,
this was it. But something new is going to start. Soon.
“Why don’t they just shoot their opponents’ legs?”
“Er, Sherlock, I doubt you understand how Biathlon works.”
“I do understand how it works. But this would make it more exciting.”
“To be honest, I don’t think I could handle more excitement.”
Day 20 of the Seasonal Fucking Cheer 2016 Ficathon. I’ll try and post one drawing for each day, and tag them #sfcficathon. Today’s prompt was: 20. Snow-related sporting events and other outdoor activities best observed from afar or perhaps indoors.
the three athletes who won all of the individual Crystal Globes…and a huge bunch of IBU World Championships Medals. Congratulations to Laura for her first World Cup Total Score title; Martin for his sweep of the crystal and World Cup Total Score title number 6 in a row, and Gabi for her Sprint and Mass Start titles.