usbc: crickets
May 5, 2008 – 5:42 pmdisbelief: that when this blog, in its work tie, stumbled into the vicinity of a computer at 5:20 p.m. looking for the name of this country’s new national barista champeen, there was no one to tell us — nary a typewritten word within reach! that for all the live, gooey goodness burbling everywhere on the innernecks there was nothing written, put in stone or pixels, about the slicked-over l.a. personage to have taken the wreath. the intelly one-two clobbering act. the reduction of favorites and previous scepter-holders to the secondary rungs of the elite. the latest triumph of zesty single-origin spro.
so we covertly jammed in the left ear bud, scrolled around for the archived awards video — taking care to not erroneously click the great florida healing revival — and pretended to consume the drama live and loud. it was 5:38 p.m. and we were coughing loud, unnatural cubicle coughs that sounded a lot like the guttural utterance, “schanikes! it’s kyle!”
we hate to imagine the lack of caring you may have for this perspective. you had live video, you might snarl. what more could you demand from your rocking sloth’s chair?! alas, you’re right. we deserve nothing, we far-flung fanboys — and yet we finally got specialty coffee convention coverage to swim in. not independent-minded commentary, or quite public-oriented reportage, but indeed a giant leap in the direction of outreach. openness. community.
we guess there’s hope for this club. now someone just write the words somewhere online: “kyle glanville, u.s barista champion.” so we can find them.
a minute later … it was written, in the bowels of this place, at the moment we finished this post. don’t tell this blog it doesn’t have eerie mind-bending powers …
After years of cringing over “expresso” (sic), I simply refuse to use a term so ridiculous as “spro” in my vocabulary.
Sorry, boss—I had to catch a plane immediately after the announcement! Now I’m back at my day job, but updates, photos and reflections to come—from all of us, I’m sure. —Meister
greg: good for you. this here blog is uber-ironical, so that’s part of the point.
erin: don’t mind me. i’m most appreciative of it all.
Not that it matters in the grand scheme of things, but for the record, I posted the results at 5:24 pm, a full 15 minutes before Matt.
ah, dan. i should have known. this is admittedly one of those dangerous posts — something could have been said about kyle just about anywhere. and, indeed, i also found mark prince’s twitter dispatch sometime today.
still, the primary sources were void. big party? a rush for flights?
You’re too much of a scaa blog fanboy Ben. I had the news up on my twitter feed minutes after the win, and, and minutes after that on CG. And a few minutes after that, a solo picture of Kyle speaking to family on his cell phone on twitter again.
edited to add: not too shabby for someone who wasn’t even covering the USBC this year
(I caught your mention of the twitter after I wrote my comment).
me … an scaa blog fanboy, eh? be sure to tell them, mark. they’ll never believe it.
i confess i don’t think of the cg home page as a place for breaking news. and i wasn’t just reading the scaa blog. also the ustream feed, coffeed, pasteboard, twitchy, etc.
meister lies. she was downing half an espresso at kopplin’s with me when we could have been blogging. hacks, frauds. the lot of us. at least a few people had the decency to call us lazybones and ask directly from I-94.
that’s what we like to hear: truthiness. truthage. truthtacular.