= ENDLESS INVISIBLE CLIMB: A head-to-head 75-foot Invisible Ladder. Two contestants go at a time; the two winners face each other for the medal. =
First match features Ryan Stratis vs. James “The Beast” McGrath. There’s a brief profile of McGrath, and, ooh, a couple insipid comments that might qualify as “trash talking” if you’re inordinately generous! :rolleyes: McGrath leads wire-to-wire and touches the mat (which serves as a buzzer for both sides for this contest) way ahead of his foe.
Second match, Chris Wilczewski vs. Jamie Rahn. Quickie profiles, generic comments. Rahn takes a slim lead out of the gate and never relinquishes it, pulling away at the end to a decisive win.
In the final, McGrath surges ahead and quickly leaves Rahn in the dust. Despite the commentators maintaining their insane horse race narrative (this was the point where I had to hit the mute button…I’m tolerant, but I have my LIMITS, dammit), Rahn falls hopelessly out of contention. Cake walk, blowout, slaughter, curbstomp, beatdown, whatever works for you.
Well, that was pleasingly concise!
Next!
= SUPER SALMON LADDER: A Salmon Ladder with 35 rungs. [unchanged from last year] =
Last time Mark Bernardo won this in spectacular fashion, blazing to the top as easily as he was scaling a fire ladder. You know what, I don’t generally have opinions on how these dedicated athletes do, but I’m glad he accomplished that. I see someone with his fire, his determination, and in a truly honorable profession, at that, I want him to do well and make his mark. Which he hadn’t been able to do, which so many others haven’t been able to do, simply because there are so few opportunities in a sport where one little mistake knocks you out for the year. But now Super Salmon Ladder, this, this can be his thing, his baby, his stakehold on the ANW landscape. And here’s hoping he sets the bar for a long time to come.
Uggghh…I’m not sure how more of this I can take. First Iseman spouts out the garbage of Bernardo “defending his title” (yeah, definitely could use a puking smiley right about now) from “tough new competitors”…and immediately cutting to Jesse Labreck. No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Nooooooo. Jesse Labreck is not going to win this. You could put Jessie Graff in her and she would not win this. Hell, you could fuse her with Michelle Warnky, strap Tiana Webberley to her back, and inject Jennifer Tavernier into her blood, and that probably wouldn’t be enough for her to win this.
Oh, the other competitors are “Salmon Ladder specialist” Karsten Williams and the 54-year-old Jon Stewart, who’s going first. Sure, why not. Quick shot of him going up his homemade supersize Salmon Ladder.
Stewart, to his credit, looks very strong, and sets a brisk pace which never falters. In fact, it looks like he has a shot at the top before a mistake on 26 sends him a long way down. Score of 25.
Labreck’s turn. She gets crooked repeatedly but somehow manages to avoid disaster. Her tank is just about drained at 16 but she amazingly manages to take on 3 more. 19; excellent mark, all things considered.
And…you’ll just have to take my word on this. Cut to commercial, and then we see a completely different event…that’s right, with Super Salmon Ladder still in progress…in waiweewuwwawei format. Except this happened “earlier tonight”, which means that as opposed to the usual practice of stripping an event to the bone to save time, NBC simply didn’t give a crap about this one. Huh. There’s questionable editing and there’s elitism; the former is occasionally forgivable, the latter a red flag no matter what.
<Sigh>…fine…let’s see what we got here…
= STRIDING STEPS: A simple footrace across a line of small circular steps separated by 5-foot gaps. Run to the end, swing on a rope and back, run back, and climb a rope up a wall to the buzzer. =
Jake Murray lost his balance on the way back and fell. Kacy Catanzaro had a little trouble with the gaps but finished. No time given. And then…wait a minute, what do you mean, “final round”? This was a match event like Endless Invisible Climb? And it’s Thomas Stillings against Daniel Gil…so Murray and Catanzaro lost. Okay, Murray losing is no surprise, but…Hold the phone! Catanzaro competed against a man? You hype this woman up for years, hold her up as a shining inspiration, and now you just throw her into a woodchipper? Well, who was it? Are we ever going to find out? Did he have a problem with beating up on a 5’ woman who’d never have a chance against him in a million billion years?? Wait, wait wait…what’s the damn point of making this a match event in the first place if you don’t even have both of them running at the same time?? What the bloody hell is going on here?? Who’s running this sushi bar???
Huh. Anyway, Gil fell, Stillings won, hoo-rah, whatevs. Oh, Iseman says check out the even in its entirety on the website. Sure, why not. (More on this at the end.)
Okay, where were we…
= SUPER SALMON LADDER: A Salmon Ladder with 35 rungs. [unchanged from six minutes ago] =
Little profile on Karsten Williams. Says he can get “at least 50 plus”. He’s a little slow at the start…and remains slow. But he’s still making progress…one more…one more…and he’s at the top! Just to show off, he takes a few rungs downward…wait, does he really get credit for those? No, no, it’s just the scoreboard operator screwing around. Somewhat more benignly than usual in this instance.
So Williams is assured his medal, but Bernardo can match…oh, come on. Now Gbajabiamila says that Bernardo wins only if he can do 35 rungs faster than Williams. Which is certainly doable, in fact should be pretty easy for him, but it’d be nice to, well, know this beforehand. And if this is a timed event now (Wait, I suggested a good idea and this contest actually implemented it? Cool! Now get cracking on that split screen!
), could we, well, SEE THE FREAKING TIMER?? Gah. Early UFC was better organized than this, folks.
<Sigh>…well, anyway…no, Machinegun, you don’t have to “defend that title”. The ’16 title is yours. It’ll never not be yours. What you “have” to do is repeat, and only because it’d be a bit embarrassing if you suddenly became slower than Williams. Is this hard to understand? Is it normal to be on the brink of exhaustion at the 1:10 mark of a 2-hour show? (Oh, uh, 1:00.03 is the time to beat. Just thought I’d get that out of the way.)
Bernardo goes up and is off to the races. Man, he makes it look so easy. Up, up, up, up, up, up, ten rungs, fifteen, twenty, not even at the 10-second mark yet, twenty…oops, got askew at 24, but an easy correction. 26…trouble, the left side goes crooked by two rungs! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone flub that badly without taking the plunge. He gets left the left side up to 25, then 26…and the right drops to 25! Something’s seriously off about his form tonight. He gets going again but is noticably slower. Still well below 30 seconds by the time he’s at the thirtieth rung, so time won’t be a factor, he just needs to finish the job. Struggling now. Two hops to get to 31. Crooked again at 32. Fixes it; 33 down, just 2 to go. 34, CROOKED AGAIN! Tries to fix it, can’t! He’s looking fatigued and his confidence is completely shot. Finally gets to 34. Arms fully extended; pain showing on his face. One…final…and he loses his grip and falls!
Wowza. An old story we’ve all seen many times in real sports. It ain’t over ‘till it’s over. To finish first, you must first finish. Close only counts in horseshoes. Feel free to tack on your own cliches. Oh, wait one more: Slow but steady wins the race. Which almost never actually happens, in fact, but is exactly the case for Karsten Williams, whose 1:00.03 has improbably held up for the victory! Williams, to his credit, accepts his medal humbly and credits Bernardo for providing a real challenge. Mmm, could this be the makings of a rivalry? Good Sagume, I hope so!
= BIG AIR GRAB: Bounce off a trampoline and grab the edge of the suspended board. The height increases each round. =
Another effin’ “earlier tonight”. Can we make a rule that any network that makes complete hash of the Olympics isn’t allowed to touch the ANW All-Star event ever in perpetuity for all time?
<Sigh>…Brent Steffensen, Meagan Martin, Grant McCartney, Nicholas Coolridge, Kevin Bull. Starting height is 14’; everyone makes it without difficulty. 14’ 6”; both Martin and Bull whiff. Up to 16’, and did I mention something about nonsensical progressions last time? McCartney goes down. 16’ 6”. Steffensen goes first and misses, meaning that Coolridge is guaranteed a medal no matter how he does. Thankfully, while he can just take a dive…heck, that’s what I would do…he instead closes out in impressive fashion, grabbing the board one-handed and almost casually raising the other hand and putting it on. Damn, has it been a fantastic night for him or what? ![]()
Oh yeah, “bonus coverage” on the website. Will check it out whenever.
= MEGA WALL: A 17’ and increasing Warped Wall. =
Competing tonight are Jon Alexis Jr., Jesse Labreck (Sheesh, is she a glutton for punishment or what?), Najee Richardson, Flip Rodriguez, and Joe Moravsky.
Moravsky makes it easily. Alexis, looks effortless. Labreck…okay. (No, we did not require a goddam instant replay for that…sheesh, is this what you slashed two whole events for??) Richardson…a little interesting, but he’s up. Rodriguez, the champ, because he was last year’s champ (and I refuse to ever to refer to him as the you-know-what), nice ‘n easy.
Up to 18’. Moravsky, good. (Another instant replay, thankfully shorter this time.) Labreck, buoyed by a stupid chant…almost has it, but can’t hold on. And since we’re wasting a ton of time here as it is, why not completely break the flow of the event with an exit interview? Geez…Alexis Jr. again, just as easy as last time. (Replay #3! Do they want this to never end?) Richardson…nggg…has it! Rodriguez…very dicey, but he’s up. (#4. Just gonna count them at this point or I’m going to be here all week.)
18’ 6”. Well, I guess you kinda need a 3WA at this point. Moravsky, close one, but up. Richardson, same. Alexis Jr., little more effort required, but has it. Rodriguez…yeah.
Now 19’, the height Rodriguez bested Moravsky at last year to ice it. Moravsky is out for revenge. He’s…well short; doesn’t even graze the top. Now Richardson, who runs hard but can’t make the magic last a fourth round. Rodriguez elects to go before Alexis this time. A good run, reaches…just short!
So Alexis is the last man standing, which gives NBC something of a potential quandary…if he fails, does this mean we have 4 winners? Aside from the fact that they very likely don’t have that many spare medals, wouldn’t that make a mockery of the event (and it’s not like we need any more mockery tonight)? Thankfully, The Giiiiiant (which the announcers called him flippin’ constantly throughout the entire event…he’s 6’ 6”, for crying out loud, not even NBA center territory) spares us any whiff of screaming controversy, getting up without a problem and icing the victory.
Might I add, he looked in complete control tonight. He probably could’ve handled 19’ 6” no trouble. Assuming he decides to stick with ANW (fingers crossed!), expect him to be a fixture in this even and very hard to beat.
= THUNDERBOLT: An open peg board which rises and dips at irregular intervals. Head-to-head competition. =
That’s three events chucked to the back burner. Ye gods, would it have been that torturous to add a third hour?? (Yep, you guessed it: website.)
The first matchup was Geoff Britten (who apparently is not yet utterly sick of this ANW crap for some weird reason) vs. Travis Rosen (ditto). Britten, the stronger competitor by any measure, won easily. Second match was Jessie Graff vs. Brian Arnold, and why NBC insists on burying their top women, I do not have a clue. Arnold makes it official while Graff is slightly more than halfway across.
Aside: Seriously what the hell were they thinking? Graff got creamed here. It was right up there, plain as day. Anyone with eyes could see it. What purpose could there possibly be for pitting her against someone who’s always been a beast in upper-body challenges? (I can just picture it now: “Brian, you twit! We told you to go easy on her!” “I did!”)
Britten knew that he had to step it up he wanted to win, and he did, and it worked. Using a risky crossover technique, he reached the buzzer a good five feet ahead of Arnold and sealed the win. So now that’s two triumphs on his record, the big one and a little one, earning him a grand total of $0.00 and a bit of jewelry. Something tells me the runway is still clear.
= SUPERSONIC SHELF GRAB: A trampoline jump to a 2” ledge followed by a swinging jump to another 2” ledge. The distance starts at 9’ and increases after each successful jump =
Lining up are Bret Sims, Meagan Martin (who for some lunatic reason hasn’t walked away and never looked back despite everything that’s happened to Labreck, Catanzaro, and Graff tonight), Najee Richardson, and Drew Dreschel. Is it just me, or is the roster kinda slim tonight? I could’ve sworn there were a lot more competitors last year. Iseman crows that the length of the pool cut short last year’s contest and forced an unsatisfying sister-kisser, but this time “there are no limits!” I recall a similar grandiose proclamation in the early days of UFC about how there were no time limits, which resulted in the UFC 4 pay-per-view running out of time right in the middle of the thrilling Royce Gracie vs. Dan Severn final, turning what should’ve been a triumph for SEG into a monumental humiliating clusterfrag, and am I the only one disturbed by all these parallels with the most colossally bleeped-up period in MMA history?
Anyhoo. Sims up first; strictly textbook. Martin, on the first ledge, swings…misses, falls! The replay shows what went wrong: she was too far laid back at the release, and her left leg actually got between her arms and the ledge; no recovering from that. And just like that, after sinking Team Gbajabiamila at Butterfly Wall and being an also-ran in Big Air Grab, she caps off the night with a no-result. This is easily the #2 or #3 woman in the entire sport; she should’ve been able to make nine feet with her eyes closed! Is the pressure just getting to her? I remember that wonderful 2014 in which she became the first woman to clear the 4th and 5th obstacles in Stage 1, and since then it’s been blunder after blunder after blunder. Seriously, the only reason there hasn’t been a titanic backlash is that Esquire and NBC never hyped her up to anywhere near the degree they did Catanzaro.
Huh? Oh, uh, the other contestants, right. Richardson is almost too strong on the leap and has to reach down to grab the ledge. Dreschel, easy.
11’. Sims takes a bunch of swings, releases…left hand can’t get a grip, and he’s down! Richardson jumps, leaps, has it. Dreschel, powerful swings, got it.
14’. No fooling around now! (Blah blah defending champ yada.) Richardson, good. Dreschel, good.
15’…holy crap, the sun is rising! This event was huge; just how much of it ended up on the cutting room floor for the broadcast, anyway? Well, good a time as any to wrap it up. Richardson goes up…can’t hold on! (Now that was a pretty impressive wipeout! If this event doesn’t have a “Warrior Wipeout” award, it should.)
Now Dreschel is all alone out there. His second medal is already in the bag, but he needs to succeed at this distance to lock down victory and an absolutely unequivocal “title d******”. You know he wants it. On the first ledge. Two big, big swings. He commits. Hands on the ledge…and…CAN’T HOLD ON!
So it’s a tie at the top, two men get medals, and ANW has another nomenclature nightmare on its hands! You gotta love it!
And with that an utterly draining (over)night finally…
…geez, Cochise, are you TRYING to kill me?? For whatever insane goddam arglebargle smurfing jiggabahezah coffepot blempglorf reason, the powers that be are allowing both men another shot at 15’. Haaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh…Richardson, nope. Dreschel…
…holy mother of Strong Bad, he held on! He did it! He’s the champ! Drew Dreschel is a back-to-back winner! The system worked, ladies and gents! THE! SYSTEM! WORKED!
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Well, it looks like we’re not doing Giant Peg Board, so Brian Arnold’s record is safe for another year. ![]()
Oh, uh…it turns out that American Ninja Warrior has two YouTube accounts, one for Esquire and one for NBC. I only had the Esquire one, which is why I missed the first showing of USA vs. The World 2. If you haven’t already, check your links to make sure you don’t miss out again.
Tavernier, as we’ve seen so often before, takes the early lead, but gets caught in the second gap in Ring of Fire. Shumaker does as well, but frees herself on the first attempt. Tavernier needs a second, and Shumaker takes a slim lead. Tavernier handles Swing Jump a little better, but Shumaker is faster out and is first to Floating Tiles. Tavernier…hesitates for some reason, allowing Shumaker to get through unopposed. Finally Tavernier gets on…and completely misses the last tile, doing a complete front 360 on the cables! Incredibly, she manages to hang onto the tile and pull herself up, but the clock is ticking, and worse, her shirt is torn. Like a trooper, she strips off her shirt (I am not looking forward to all the crap I’m going to read about that on YouTube, believe you me) and proceeds to Flying Shelf Grab, but it’s hopeless; Shumaker completes the obstacle and, after taking a while to size up the wall, gets up on the first crack. It’s been a damn long time since I’ve seen a woman’s heat this exciting! Shumaker/finish
Both men are dead even through Sonic Swing. McCartney is clean through Ring of fire, while Dortch gets trapped in the second gap again. Dortch hustles to catch up on Swing Jump, and his feet make a big splash on the net. McCartney maintains his lead through Floating Tiles as Dortch hesitates due to his wet feet. Dortch is better on pure upper-body tasks and closes the gap again on Flying Shelf Grab, but his feet hit the water again on the dismount. McCartney is slightly ahead at the wall, where Gbajabiamila pleads “Don’t slip, don’t slip!” Which, of course, is exactly what happens; Dortch, with no time to wipe his shoes, goes down flailing and McCartney strikes the final blow. I’m not sounding like a broken record just yet with “Wait, who’s the captain again?”, but I’m getting dangerously close. McCartney/finish
(Sorry…just this once, promise…) Martin makes a clean dismount and, visibly fatigued, eschews the wall. Martin/distance
Well, actually, I don’t, since this is my thing and all, but I’m nothing if not accommodating. Huuuuuhhhhh…[deep, deep sigh]. La Flair and Pratt. There you go. Hey, my second 3-way split in a row, wasn’t expecting that.