What makes a champion? Is it commitment, the ability to spend the long hours necessary honing a skill to a razor’s edge, forgoing the simple pleasures of idle laziness the rest of us take for granted? Is it drive, that fire in the belly that pushes a winner on, past discouragement, past early failures, past the point when lesser beings throw in the towel? Maybe it’s simply birthright, taking advantage of those innate abilities that set the champion on a pedestal, a miracle of evolution, evidence of divine intervention. Maybe it’s a combination of all those things. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the simple inability to hold one’s liquor.

Quote of the Week

In the 9:30 Club’s men’s room, during the US Air Guitar Championships:

Guy in stall: “Dude, somebody already threw up in here! Who throws up at the Air Guitar championships anyways?”
Another guy in stall: “Champions, that’s who.”

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Photo from Wednesday night’s air guitar championships at the 9:30 Club by Flickr user dtnemail.