I can't believe I haven't spoken about skating yet in this blog. My love of skating came from my mother, Jean, who was a competitive roller skater. She knew John Carroll, of Michelle Kwan coaching fame, and we would watch it together throughout my life. We had rivalries, particularly the 1994 pairs competition where she preferred Gordeeyeva and Grinkov, and I liked Mishkutenok and Dmitriev, and much later, her pushing Shoma Uno, whose name she never mastered, and my rooting for Yuzuru Hanyu.
We agreed far more than we disagreed. We weren't unique in our love of skating in the 1990s, and Michelle Kwan has to be the name most identified from this era. Her performances of Lyra Angelica are marvelous, and she got a bummer skating order in the 98 Olympics, but at Nationals, she went near last and just wowed, especially given that she was injured. She always brought the drama, but performing that triple lutz at the end, the one that hurt the most, was just extraordinary.
Another of her performances that stays with me, with the "OH!" and "Wow!" by Dick Button and Peggy Fleming at the end, is Salome. Oh, wow, indeed. Mom and I loved Lu Chen, who she edged out here, but this was phenomenal. And, the end of Tosca, never will there be another straight line sequence like it. By this time, she had been beaten at the Olympics twice by up-and-comers, and she kept on keeping on.
After trying, and failing, to gold at the Olympics, her "Fields of Gold" exhibition performance brings me to tears every time. Class, style and emotion. She deserved an Olympic gold but was poised and dignified in defeat.
I will talk about Rudy Galindo later, and he was half of an amazing pair that I had such hopes for, but tragedy had a say in things for him. But another bright spot of America's weak pairs program were the Curruthers. Adopted siblings from different biological parents, they were wonderful people and their joy in the 1984 Olympics, from her especially, led my 14 year old self to feel they were robbed. I still feel this way; the Soviets had an error and were dreary, and anti-Russian sentiment aside, Kitty and Peter won the night. She just could not contain her love in the final spin and hugs her brother, inspiring endearment. "We did what WE wanted to do". They did, indeed, and should have won, period.
To prove I don't hate Russians, my love for Mishkutenok and Dmitriev cannot be overstated. They had drama and flair. In the 1992 Olympics, she wore her old costume out of superstition. They were unchallenged that year and she had definite nerves and made mistakes, but the final third is pure artistry. Two years later, they were perfect, but she was still scared after a fall on the lift in practice; her legendary coach Tamara Moskvina had to hypnotize her. He seemingly collapsed in relief at the end of the short program. No shade to Gordeeyeva and Grinkov, but Natalia was a lot heavier than Ekaterina, and M&D's performance was more engaging. The rivalry was billed as perfection versus passion, and the perfection was not delivered; Sergei Grinkov messed up two jumps and spun one more rotation in their side-by-side spin. Natalia and Artur were passionate for sure, this time in matching costumes, and she was perfect. He rips his costume at the end to show his red heart. Of course, Sergei died not long after, and Dmitriev came back with another partner, and still the drama, this time with the death spiral, and Katiya was there applauding him as he won his second Olympic gold medal. The pairs event in 94 was disappointing for another of my favorites, Brasseur and Eisler; this little lady was made of iron. They were world champions the year before and sentimental favorites, and their performance was better received than G&G's. Since G&G were favored by my mother (I think she just loved Katiya, and who didn't?) and others with inside skating knowledge, I guess they know something I don't. M&D came back in 94 because Natalia wanted to skate cleanly, and she did and D&D didn't. I'm still bitter.
Let's talk about Shoma. My mother could only call him the little Japanese guy. He was singing at the end of this dramatic version of Nessum Dorma. The commentator was complementing his speed when she had to interrupt with "Oh! Amazing!". He was. In his last appearance at the world championship, which he won on the three previous occasions, he had a quiet but powerful short program to Clair de Lune which I knew Mom was appreciating from heaven.
Another bookend career examination, this time of my favorite, Yuzuru Hanyu, positively bursting with ambition from the outset of his Romeo + Juliet program in the 2012 World's. There are so many fantastic moments here that previewed his greatness to come. His fierce yell after dramatically holding an A-Frame spin lives rent free in my head. Even his fall in the footwork calls to mind a young, fallible Romeo. Tracy Wilson's commentary previews their relationship as coach and student, as she marvels at his deep knee bend and his fantastic recovery after the fall.
