What galls me is when I sit down to watch ESPN or some such “sports” network in the US, and on comes a beautiful waste of high definition TV showing some jokers playing poker. When did poker become a sport? It’s like ice dancing, only far more boring to watch. You need lots of cheap beer to anesthetize you if you’re going to put in a long session of watching grown men play cards thoughtfully. When there’s a lot at stake, you get to watch some high-def sweating. That’s something you don’t get to stare at in polite company much.
Anyway, along comes word that the 2010 The Pesto World Champion has just been crowned. Honest to god, there’s a DVD out. At least there’s more work involved in cranking out great pesto using a real mortar and pestle—maybe that in itself would qualify it as a sport. But watching a pesto championship on a DVD? Seems a bit much.
Federico Ferro is the champ. He pounded his (pine) nuts with valor, evidently.
In a hall perfumed by basil he has received the Golden Pestle as winner by the journalist Bruno Pizzul, the unforgettable Italian sports voice.
There’s the reference to sport. How long before it gets a serious look by an Olympic committee?
Like other sports, there’s crap to buy. The stuff is called “gadgets.” Don’t expect electric pesto pounders. Get this, they’re selling cans of basel scented air—and evidently “basel flavored sweet tablets to let dissolve on your tongue” is also considered a gadget in the Italian sport of Pesto.
It’s like poker being considered a sport, isn’t it?
(The Genoa Pesto World Championship site is in English.)
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