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When Eyes Meet: Part 3

Description: At twenty-three Kit became a mother to her three siblings. Thrown into motherhood, she’s been learning to juggle two teenagers and a boy genius for the past two years, and she hasn’t quite gotten it down. So of course fate decides to through in another ball to juggle.

In a world where everyone is born with Heterochromia; One eye color is yours and the other is your soulmates, and when you meet your eyes become your own. Of course Kit couldn’t get someone normal, instead she gets a known billionaire playboy, with trust issues. Then add in superheroes and tights, because her life wasn’t complicated enough.  

Random Facts, Character Sheet

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2

Kit sat next to her soulmate. She was nervous and couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing. It was one of her more annoying habits. Even Natsume would lay a hand on her knee to make it stop. The combination of her brother being in surgery, finding out her soulmate was Bruce Wayne, and three cups of coffee had her wired.

   He had said it so casually, too. They’d been on their way to the waiting room, when he’d said, “My name is Bruce, by the way.”

   There had only been one Bruce at the party that night, and it had been the man hosting it. Her soul mate was one of the richest and most powerful men in Gotham. Fate was playing a cruel joke, and she was going to register a complaint when her time came.

She’d simply nodded, said, “Of course it is.” And kept walking. They hadn’t said anything else to each other in the hour since.

“Is Seth your only sibling?”

Slowly, her knee stopped bouncing and she turned to the man, “No. He’s one of three. Seth is sixteen. Aki is thirteen. And Natsume is nine. I’m… their guardian.”

His smile was playful, “I know.”

Kit raised an eyebrow, “You do?”

“Jim Gordon is a good friend of mine. I was going to ask him to run a background check, but he already knew you. That was a surprise.”

Kit couldn’t help but smile, “He and my dad were partners back in the day. They walked the same beat. They remained good friends until he died.”

“He told me about that. Said it was a drunk driver.”

Kit could only shrug, “I still have no clue what they were doing out that late. But the guy ran a red light, plowed into them killing them and himself. I’d just gotten in from a girl’s night when I got the call.”

“I’m sorry. I lost my parents when I was eight.”

Kit didn’t know what to say to that. Their murder had been all over the newspapers. Her father had worked a lot of nights in the effort to find their killer. Her mother had talked about the poor boy.

There was another moment of silence before Kit said the only thing she could, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say, but I’m sorry that it happened.”

Bruce doesn’t say anything for a moment before asking, “Will you tell me about your siblings?”

Kit takes the change of subject, “Seth is the oldest. He’s excellent at sports, gets good grades, and he’s always been really popular. I should say was.”

“Mad at the world?”

Kit nodded, “Ever since Mom and Dad died, he’s been picking fights, his grades have tanked, and he’s been kicked off every sports team. He’s been suspended three times, one more and he’ll be expelled.”

“So what you’re saying, is that we have our work cut out for us?”

Kit stared at him for a moment, eyebrow raised, “You’re not ready to run for the hills yet?”

He met her gaze head on, “Do I seem like the type of person to run?”

Kit’s mind flashed back to him taking down the thug that had been beating her brother, “Kids and fights are two very different things.”

Bruce inclined his head in submission, “Very true. What about your other siblings?”

Kit’s eyes narrowed, but she continued, “Aki is thirteen going on twenty-one. She’d dramatic, very involved in clubs, but her grades aren’t that great. She wants to be an actress.”

“Big dreams.”

Kit scoffed, “Big headache.”

“What about Natsume?”

Kit smiled, “Nine years old. Boy genius. Fairly withdrawn from kids his own age, and the absolute best kid you’ll ever meet. Ready to run for the hills yet?”

Kit watched as Bruce shifted in his seat, “You seem very certain that I’m going to run.”

“Any sane man would, especially billionaire playboys.”

His lips quirked upwards, “Open the bond.”

“Excuse me?”

“Open the bond. Close your eyes, and focus on that little tugging sensation.” Slowly Kit closed her eyes. The sensation was in her stomach, a metaphysical bond that she had to open. Slowly, she took a deep breath, and then she concentrated. The feelings that came through were ones of certainty and love. It was hard to describe the exact feeling, but it was as though he was wrapping his arms around her, and burying her in warmth.

Taking a deep breath, Kit opened her eyes. Turning her head, she saw that his eyes were closed, and he was holding her hand, and his fingers were laced with hers. Slowly, his eyes opened and he met her gaze. With a sigh Kit declared, “You’re insane.”

He smiled, “Alfred would probably agree with you.”

Kit shrugged, her grip tightening on his hand, “At least our lives won’t be boring.” When he let out a deep laugh, she melted a bit inside. Over the next several hours they exchanged little tidbits of information. Neither was particularly interested in sharing anything big. Enough milestones had taken place that night.

Eventually, the surgeon came out and gave the good news. Seth would be fine. The surgery had stopped the internal bleeding, and they’d fixed his collapsed lung. He still had a concussion and a broken leg to deal with. He’d be waking up soon, which left Kit stuck between a hard place and a rock.

She had two younger siblings, at home, fast asleep with a babysitter who had to be to work soon. Then she had a gravely injured, idiot of a brother in the hospital who also needed her.

“Care to share what you’re thinking?”

Kit turned to face Bruce, “I was wondering if you had enough money to clone me so that I could be at home with the younger two and here with the idiot?”

Bruce’s grin scared her a bit, “I can do one better. I can have Alfred go over.”

Kit’s eyes went wide, “No. Nononononono. You are not sending that sweet, old man to my apartment to deal with those terrors.”

The grin never left Bruce’s face, “He dealt with me, he can handle them. What choice do we have?”

“A SWAT team?”

“Katherine,” Kit wondered about the use of her whole name for a minute before he continued, “I don’t have a SWAT team. I have an Alfred, who to be honest, could probably out do the SWAT team.”

Kit slumped in her chair before waving him off to make the call. A little while later, they were allowed into Seth’s room. They were each given a reclining chair, and Kit was out within minutes.

Bruce watched her sleep. She snored lightly, and tended to toss and turn in the chair. He was still wide awake. His schedule was odd, and he was used to staying up late. It came with the territory of protecting Gotham. He stalled for a minute at the realization that he was going to have to have that conversation with her at some point. The poor woman was already tired and stressed out, but in time, he was hoping to ease that burden for her.

The cause of said stress, or at least a third of it, opened his eyes, and Bruce met the boy’s gaze. He was on so many painkillers, he doubted the kid would remember anything for a few days. But Bruce needed to make something very clear. He moved from his chair to the bed, and took a seat on the edge.

He met the boy’s gaze head on, and saw what worried his sister there. His eyes were filled anger and sadness. And beneath that, Bruce saw guilt. Leaning forward he kept his voice low, “You will not do that again. It was a stupid and selfish choice that nearly got you and your sister killed. You will not do it again.”

Anger took over the boy’s gaze, “Not dad.” He slurred.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, “You’re right. I’m not your dad. I’m your sister’s soulmate, and the one who took out your would be killer. That makes me your brother, and your new warden. And if you put Katharine through that again, I will personally make sure you don’t leave the house without some sort of tracker or bodyguard until you’re eighteen.”

Bruce watched the realization bloom on the boy’s face, right as the medicine took him back under. Bruce had no doubt they’d have that conversation again, but he was serious. He’d protect Katherine and her family, because they were his family now too.

anonymous asked:

realistically, how many of the jane austen protagonists would have died in pregnancy (or soon after their marriages)? I'm not sure what the dangers of the time period were, esp since they're upperclass women, but it makes me wonder how many of marriages would last

Being able to afford a ‘higher’ standard of medical care in the time is a bit of a crapshoot, as some of the standard medical practices of the day seem like bizarre superstitious nonsense according to our modern understandings of anatomy and pathology on a microscopic level. So would a poor country midwife who has attended a thousand births be more or less likely to help in a difficult labour than a city doctor trained up in all the most ‘modern’ uses of leeching or forceps or whatever? Every case would be different, and there’s so many things that can go wrong with the pregnant person and child, even in the present-day. I mean, statistically, consensus is that even today, getting pregnant is the most medically-risky thing anyone can do. (Oldest extreme sport: propagation of the species!)

I think people’s chances at survival in those times largely depended on how healthy or strong you were to begin with, because without penicillin or a basic understanding of germ theory/sanitation, you’re kind of screwed if a speck of dirt gets into an open wound.

Access to better nutrition and all would possibly put Austen heroines in better positions to survive the rigors of childbirth, but frankly the greatest risks would have been uncontrollable bleeds or infections contracted after delivery. I recall reading somewhere that prior to modern medical care, the average length of a marriage was 10-15 years–but then of course you get people dying at all ages from all sorts of things, so it’s not to say it’s definitive, so much as a guideline. And certainly some would have died young, due to illness or childbirth risks, less than a few years after marrying. Likewise there’d be those who live well into their golden years and just keep going forever and have fifteen healthy kids like it’s nothing.

Honestly if people are gonna write sequels, I’d say to be fair things could go either way. Of course as they’re fictional people and these characters are dear to us, we want them to thrive and be happy and healthy, but if we’re going to go with statistical likelihoods, there should be SOME health issues for the protagonists as they age and as they carry/give birth to children. Children themselves who may or may not live much beyond the age of five.

We know that Jane Fairfax died very young, even though she is a side-character, and there is also some relief that Mrs. Weston makes it through her first pregnancy safely, as she’s of a somewhat more advanced age for a primigravida. The facts of life and the dangers married women faced were clearly in the back of Austen’s mind at all times; but given that her novels end with the protagonists’ unions, we can’t know for certain what became of them as wives and mothers…and perhaps given the grim realities Austen would have been all too aware of in the premature losses of her friends and close relatives, perhaps she is being charitable in drawing the curtain over the rest of married life for these beloved characters who have found their domestic happiness in varying degrees, at last. It’s kinder if we do not know.


Allah, Allah, İllallah
Sekiz Türk aslanı çıktı meydane
Birbirinden merdane
Hazret-i Hamza’dır
Üstadımız, pirimiz

Defined as two people engaged in a mental and physical struggle using no tools or equipment under equal conditions in a specified area, according to specific rules and for a specified time, wrestling is one of the oldest sports in human history. Wrestling has been a popular and traditional practice in every age. In Turkey, it is referred to as the ancestor sport.

Mention wrestling in Turkey and the first thing people think of is the Kırkpınar Oil Wrestling competition. It was born in 14thcentury Rumeli, and with its long celebrated history, it is one of the oldest wrestling festivals in the world.

Oil wrestling is a type of wrestling where the wrestlers (pehlivan) wear leather pants (kispet) tied with a rope at the waist and cuff, and compete on grass after being covered in olive oil.

The Kırkpınar Oil Wrestling competitions include various rituals ranging from the invitation to the awards ceremony. The Historic Kırkpınar Wrestling competitions last for seven days and are generally held at the end of June, beginning of July. The festival begins on Friday when prayers are said for the wrestlers. The wrestling contests are held at a field in Sarayiçi, which is one of Edirne’s most  important recreational destinations.

The winning wrestler earns the title of Chief Wrestler and the golden belt for one year, a very prestigious prize. A wrestler who earns the Chief Wrestler title for three consecutive years becomes the permanent owner of the golden belt.

Ancient Roman activities

Ancient Ruins Used as Public Baths by Hubert Robert

Ranging from swimming to playing board games to attending theatre performances, athletics and forms of entertainment enjoyed by Romans in ancient times were not much different from those that exist today.

One of the most popular recreational areas in Rome was the Campus Martius, a vast floodplain that acted as a playground for the youth of Rome. Here, they engaged in a variety of sports and activities, including jumping, wrestling, boxing, racing, and throwing. Roman girls and women generally did not participate in these activities.

Swimming: Swimming was one of the favorite activities of Roman boys, and it was widely practiced in the Tiber River, next to the Campus Martius. Most Roman baths were also equipped with plunge pools, in which swimming was enjoyed. There are some accounts of women who knew how to swim in ancient times.

Horseback Riding: Every Roman was expected to be a good equestrian, so horseback riding was a preferred activity of Roman boys from a young age.

Wrestling and Boxing: Wrestling and boxing were popular sports that were usually practiced in the palaestra (a central field) of Roman baths. Both helped to improve overall fitness and build strength and stamina, and they were generally enjoyed by many Romans. Because there were no such things as boxing gloves, athletes tightly wrapped their hands in layers of cloth.

Running: Running was another favorite activity in ancient Rome. Boys competed in footraces with one another on the Campus Martius, which provided an ideal location for this activity.

Hunting and Fishing: Hunting was one of the oldest and most popular sports among the Roman elite, and boys often accompanied their fathers on hunting expeditions in order to teach them marksmanship. In the country, fishing was among the favorite pastimes.  

Ball Games: During their exercises, Romans also participated in a variety of sporting activities involving balls, including handball, soccer, field hockey, catch games, and perhaps even dodge ball. These usually took place in the palaestra or sphaerista (ball-courts). There are some accounts of females participating in ball games.

Board Games: Ancient Romans played a wide variety of board games, including Dice (Tesserae), Knucklebones (Tali or Tropa) Roman Chess (Latrunculi), Roman Checkers (Calculi), Tic-tac-toe (Terni Lapilli), and Roman backgammon (Tabula).


Happy Boxing Day Comrades

An overview of Italy’s anti-fascist gyms and boxing clubs

Politics has never been far from the surface in the world of combat sports. Whether we think of the boxer Primo Carnera, an icon of fascism in the 1930s, or Muhammad Ali, an icon of black power in the 1960s. Or of the predominance of Jews in East London’s boxing clubs before and immediately after World War 2, often using their training against Mosley’s British Union of Fascists.

The “Palestra Popolare AntiFa Boxe,” the first of its kind, opened in October 2001 in Turin, in the Askatasuna squatted social centre, when one of the centre’s activists suggested occupying and using the empty spaces of a commercial gym. Completely run by activists, the school is open to everyone and doesn’t charge expensive fees, unlike many commercial gyms. As their website proudly claims, “in terms of training and equipment we have nothing to envy in the capitalist gyms: our training is non-competitive simply because of the nature of what we do.”

Similar sentiments are held by the “Palestra Popolare San Pietrino”, the boxing, aikido and tai-chi gym attached to the nEXt Emerson social centre in Florence:

A working class gym doesn’t require a membership card, a monthly fee or an enrollment. No money changes hands, not from athletes nor for coaches: we all contribute to the building up, maintenance and cleaning of our place. […] We have a coach but, as the years have gone by, older boxers or tai-chi practitioners have become coaches too and started teaching younger athletes, in line with the principles of autogestione (self-management) and horizontal organization. On Wednesdays we fight against each other, not with rage, but willing to improve. We know that in the opposite corner of the ring there’s a friend who’s trained, shared the maintenance tasks and will later eat a pizza with us.

Credit: Palestra Popolare San Pietrino

Popular and antifascist boxing is also meant as a response to the heavily politicized climate of many traditional combat training centres, where young men who are initially interested in fighting often meet right-wing groups and their neo-fascist ideologies. Which is why being anti-fascist is the only requirement in order to become a member.

Several such centres are also open in Milan, in squats and self-organised centres such as Palestra Baraonda, Area Grizzly, and Sottoterra (apologies if we missed someone!). TPO, a long-standing squat in Bologna, also has a popular sports centre, where traditional martial arts (Muay Thai) and contemporary dance are offered to citizens and activists. Boxing training at the Palestra Antirazzista Red Rose is also organized by Crash, a more recent squat mainly run by students. Palermo also has a prominent antifascist boxing centre, the Antifa Boxe; Rome has at least two, the “Pallestra” at the Forte Prenestino and one at the Corto Circuito squat. In Cosenza the “ASD Boxe Popolare” has a longtime connection with the football ultras. These are only the oldest examples: sports centres also exist in Ancona, Naples, and many other cities across the nation.

When, in January 2012, the first popular sports network meeting was held in Ancona, about 20 centres answered the call. While these centres do not constitute a common political front, they have promoted joint political action on some occasions. For instance, popular sport played a big role in the 10-year commemorations of Dax’s murder; members of different centres marched behind a common banner in the March 23 (2013) No-TAV demo.

In addition to being extremely affordable and self-organised, these centres are also open to everyone, regardless of legal status – something that is not common in official sports networks.

Popular and self-organised sport provides a radical alternative to the culture of commercial training and fighting. These centres promote a different view of the body, fighting gender discrimination, ageism, ableism and homophobia; they support a natural view of the body, promoting diversity against the artificial standards of fitness imposed by the market. They reject commercialization and commodification of sport, with its pricey and branded equipment and its exclusive premium memberships. Consequently, they empower the individual to be in charge of their own training and socialization — which also involves taking care of their own spaces, from management assemblies to cleaning facilities, painting walls, hanging bags and all the hard, sweaty labour of renovation. Finally, they strive to counter the male-chauvinist philosophy underlying some training philosophies, and any latent view of supremacy. It surely is a major shift of perspective, and one of the most interesting innovations of the glorious season of the Italian “centri sociali”.

It may look like this model works only for boxing, rugby or soccer but TPO in Bologna has contemporary dance and nEXt Emerson hosts TangoSognato. Begun in 2008, this course of self-managed Tango now has more than 100 students at four different levels, so many that it was necessary (and possible) to build a parquet dance-floor of 100 sq metres inside one of the Squat’s big warehouses. Every month it hosts free “milonghe” (dance nights open to the public).



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2euYL_J _uDc






Blair Tuke Targets Unprecedented Sailing Triple

Warning: Article may induce feelings of inferiority at one’s own accomplishments by comparison.

Just two months on from lifting the oldest trophy in sport, Blair Tuke is already setting his sights on something no sailor has ever achieved.

The Kiwi has proved his credentials in both fleet racing and match racing – winning Olympic gold in the 49er class, and the 35th Americas Cup with Emirates Team New Zealand.

Now he’s going global, turning his attentions to the Volvo Ocean Race (VOR).

“It’s a different boat, but a lot of the same principles of sailing are here,” Tuke tells CNN, having joined Spanish team MAPFRE.

“You go out and make the boat go fast, day in day out without any respite – that’s something which is pretty exciting.”

One thing’s for sure, it’ll be a major departure from the azure waters of Bermuda’s Great Sound. The VOR pits the best professional crews against each other through some of the most inhospitable waters on the planet.


[ 3/? ] football teams

Juventus (ft Throne )

Juventus Football Club is a professional Italian association football club based in Turin, Piedmont. Founded in 1897 as Sport-Club Juventus by a group of young Torinese students,they have been managed by the industrial Agnelli family since 1923, which constitutes the oldest sporting partnership in Italy, thus making Juventus the first professional club in the country. The club is the second oldest of its kind still active in the country and has spent the entire of its history, with the exception of the 2006-07 season, in the top flight First Division  (known as Serie A since 1929). Current captain is Gianluigi Buffon.

wellshitcaitlin  asked:

I feel like American wizards would play lacrosse-or like a magical version of it- since it is the oldest sport in america. And maybe like during colonization of America, European wizards saw the natives playing it and took that idea and changed it, like a lot of Europeans did with native ideas at the time. And the game of quidditch has some similarities to quidditch, so the theory kinda holds to some degree

Yeah that’s a really cool idea! Before Quidditch was even brought to America, and before Quodpot was invented, Native American wizards were already playing their own form of magical lacrosse. So when European wizards arrived and noticed the similarities to Quidditch maybe they encouraged the American wizards to develop the sport and now it is the oldest wizarding sport in the country. Even if Quodpot is the most popular, magical lacrosse is still the first one every American learns.

The article about the Prevc family that I promised to translate

Dad Dare (Božidar), mum Julijana, Peter, younger brothers Cene and Domen, younger sisters Nika (10) and Ema (6) – that’s the Prevc family from Dolenja Vas. “That’s half of Slovenia”, our comedian Željko Pervan (translator’s note: Pervan is a Croatian comedian known to make jokes about other nations) would say. Only the smallest Ema still hasn’t ski jumped, the others have, mum and dad made them fall in love with the sport. The oldest Peter turned 23 in September, and he’s already achieved almost everything… This year he added the 4HT’s winner title to his Olympic and World Championship silver and bronze medals, he’s the first Slovene after Primož Peterka to reach that kind of success. Because, you might as well be the world record holder and stand on the Olympic podium, which Peter’s already done, yet no one knows about in the neighbouring Croatia. But when you win the “Alpine jumping poker”, you’re the star that’s being talked about.

Dolenja Vas is a village with barely 500 inhabitants, located near Kranj and Škofja Loka, next to the town Selca where they have everything they need – a school, a store, a parish and a cemetery. In Dolenja Vas they only have Peter Prevc and two bars. But, the Prevc family actually moved there from the nearby Dražgoše, notable for the battle of Partisans and Germans in 1942.

If there was no ski jumping, it would be a normal family, only a little bigger than usual for Slovenia, a country that definitely can be praised for its notable sport families (swimmers Borut and Darjan Petrič, basketball players Erazem, Domen and Klemen Lorbek, handball players Luka and Miha Žvižej). Dad Dare has been successfully managing a furniture company for 20 years already, they have 2 stores, in Kranj and in the Ljubljana BTC. Julijana, apart from being a mother, works in a high school in Kranj. Growing up in a big family, or družina, as it would be said in Slovene, has brought some advantages to their lives.

“At home I was taught that work is important and in every job you have to try hard and sometimes do things for which you might not understand why they would be good. Just like you have to respect your elders at home, in sports you have to respect your coach. In both cases it’s about respecting the authority and clear hierarchy. If you come from a big family, you don’t think about why someone in your team acts this way or that way. I know that in a team, everyone does things the way they want to, they have their thoughts and wishes, just like in a family. In the end, you just have to find some kind of a compromise.” – Peter explains. Despite all his successes, he still has no privileges when it comes to family business. He has to do his chores around the house, just like his brothers, and not only that he helps his father promote his company, he also has to help him in preparing wood for winter. Living in a village has its benefits, and Peter is the biggest pride of his.

“In our region all the small villages are connected and it doesn’t matter what the connecting link is – sports, a fire squad, or some other common interest. But the truth is that for the past couple of years, it has been sport.” – Peter, who, of course, has his own fan club, says. The fan club is led by Janez Rakovec who works in Jelovica, a former giant of wood industry in Yugoslavia. “I saw Peter for the first time on the Bregarci hill, just above our village. His dad and uncle Mihael would take him to the hill. He was the youngest there by far, and when we saw him on the inrun, we were always a bit scared, but you could see he had talent.” – Janez says. He also organizes all trips of the fan club, so they could watch Peter’s competitions.

The fans follow Peter to the 4HT every year, they were also in Predazzo and Harrachov, and of course, in their favourite Planica. Sochi was a bit too far away and expensive. Mum and dad don’t go to competitions often, as they have to take care of their younger children, and they also find it more important that Peter, Cene and Domen have everything ready when they come back home. But, for them, it’s enough that they made them love ski jumping. “We used to jump when we were kid. We didn’t know anything else, not even skiing. Just jumping.” – Dare says, and Julijana continues, “In my family we did ski, though, we made our own ski poles and slopes, but we also built our own hills. There was no hill we hadn’t gone down” “Do you still jump?” the interviewer asks. “Only on my wife”, Dare jokes. He’s much more serious in raising his children, though. He sings on the morning mass, and the youngers are altar servers. So, is the mum scared when she sees her children on top of the hill or in flight? “No, I’m more afraid when they’re travelling, on the road.” The humble family doesn’t make a big deal out of Peter’s success. “After his wins, our neighbours come with a bottle of wine, so we drink a little. We don’t respond to text messages.” Dare says. “I don’t know if we’re a little bit special because of that. The boys have a lot of other stuff to take care of and also many friends, so I don’t think their mum is the first one on their minds after success.” – Julijana continues. Their mum has successfully completed her main goal.

Cene, the middle brother, isn’t as successful as Peter yet, this year he’s been competing in CoC and Alpen Cup. “I enjoy jumping, that’s enough for me. Flying above the ground is a special feeling. My role models are my brother, Simon Ammann and Robert Kranjec.” – Cene explains. His coaches describe him as very focused during competitions, but he also has a lot of other interests and despite missing a lot of school, he was an A student in the Kranj gymnasium. The youngest Domen is 16 and not only he’s a star in his village, but also in school (which sometimes makes him miss a competition or two). “There’s still some time for him left” his coaches say. In his class he is always welcomed with an applause. You can see he’s still only a child, though. His teammate Anže Lanišek said Domen still watches cartoons, but also that he’s a computer whiz. “If you need an advice or have a problem with your computer, you just ask Domen. It’s like a hobby to him.”

And it’s not his only hobby. He also likes modelling objects from wood and metal, reads scientific books and watches documentaries on National Geographic and Discovery Channel. It’s almost miraculous for a 16-year-old to jump in front of thousands of fans at the 4HT as the second placed from the quali. That kind of talent hasn’t been seen since the times of Matti Nykänen who also knew how to take the pressure really well. With the help of alcohol, that is, as he started drinking at 14 years of age. Luckily, Domen has no problems neither with that, nor with his brother’s fame. “Peter is my brother, I don’t see him as a god or something. In competitions, we’re opponents. Although I must admit that because of him it’s a bit harder because everyone sees me as a jumper “who must succeed”.

Peter, the oldest brother, apart from being a student, likes travelling so after the Olympic season and two medals in Sochi he went on a trip to the USA. He travelled through Arizona, California and Nevada, enjoyed the views of Grand Canyon and the Sequoia National Park, and he also met the NBA player Goran Dragič. And what does it look like when the brothers are all together at home, in Dolenja Vas? “When I come home, I’m just a son and brother again, not a jumper. We don’t talk much about ski jumping.” Peter says. His thoughts are very mature, unlike those of many of his peers, who don’t dare to start anything on their own. “That’s because no one is used to hard work. Nowadays you can be a student even when they’re 27 years old! I see many people don’t have a vision of why they would work. And if they do work, they spend all they earn during their weekends. I found my way in sport and I enjoy it. And while I’m doing it, I don’t think about anything else. I might get injured tomorrow and end my career, or everything could turn out great and I stay in ski jumping for 20 more years.”

If all three brothers continue ski jumping, Slovenia could reach a medal in the team competition in the Olympics with a team made of 3 brothers, to the pride of mum Julijana, dad Dare and the whole of Dolenja Vas.

If you peel away the modern mass-market spectacle that sport has become, and the history of sport, to its root—the genesis of sport—there’s ritual sacrifice. In the oldest chronicles of sport that we have, from ancient Greece, sport is sacrifice. It is the sacrifice of human energy. In the first Olympics, the ritual veneration of Zeus, the footrace began at the far end of the stadium. The athletes tore forward to a finish line at the footsteps up to the statue of their preeminent god. It was the winner who carried a torch to the top of the steps. At the altar, the torch was lowered to light a fire, not for the view of the crowd, but to consume the burnt offering of an animal. The champion himself was dedicated, although not literally sacrificed, to the god as well. His athletic performance was also an offering. It was energy, exertion, wattage, offered up alongside the animal…

The theory of sport-as-sacrifice, argued convincingly by University of Illinois classics professor David Sansone in a provocative monograph, Greek Athletics and the Genesis of Sport, is that human beings developed sacrifice as a cosmic pay-it-forward strategy: you give something up so that your people can have that same thing in the future. When this ritual developed among hunter-gatherers, it involved the sacrifice of a hunted animal, so that there would be more animals to hunt in the future. In this ritual, two things were sacrificed. One was the animal. The other was the energy of the hunt, because it took a lot of work to kill that animal and haul it back home.

When hunter-gatherers became farmers, they kept the ritual of blood sacrifice. They had animals—cattle, sheep, and goats—at the ready. They didn’t have to hunt them. But the fullness of the ritual was defeated by this very convenience. ‘It is not only that the life of the beast must be ‘taken’ in order for the hunter to survive,’ Sansone notes. 'The hunter must give of his own energy in order to get.’

It was at this point that athletics, things like footraces, became associated with religious festivals. The animal was sacrificed, and the race—the energy of the hunt—was laid down alongside it. The energy of the hunt, the element that was missing from the sacrifice of a domestic animal, morphed and evolved into athletic ritual.
'It became sport, which is itself a form of sacrifice,’ writes Sansone. 'For only if sport is a form of sacrifice can we explain its ritual associations. There is no other plausible reason to account for the fact that the Hurons played a game of lacrosse in order to influence the weather for the benefit of their crops. It is only because they engaged in ritual sacrifice that natives of the Sudan hold wrestling matches at the time of sowing and harvesting. In Homer’s Iliad the hero Achilles honors the death of his companion Patroclus with an elaborate funeral that consists of various kinds of sacrifice: hair offering; holocausts of sheep and cattle; libations of oil, honey, and wine; slaughter of horses and dogs; human sacrifice and athletic contests.’

—  J. C. Herz, Learning to Breathe Fire

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Youths practice traditional Swiss Alpine wrestling in a ring covered with sawdust at a traditional ‘Schwingkeller’ gym in Sumiswald in the Swiss Emmental valley August 10, 2010. Swiss Alpine wrestling, called 'Schwingen’, is the oldest sport in Switzerland. The Swiss Federal Alpine Wrestling Festival (Eidgenoessisches Schwing- und Aelplerfest) takes place in Frauenfeld from August 20 to 22. Picture taken August 10. REUTERS/Michael Buholzer