#Sports exhibits

[k12academics]

Timelines and History Displays

School lobby designs

Education displays

Donor recognition displays

Sports exhibits

Athletic hall of fame walls

Custom award display cases

Student and alumni recognition displays

[drackarys]

En pleine séance de sport, va falloir que je trouve une salle...

[boanerges20]

Motolove

[play-my-game]

[lore-of-the-mushroom-kingdom]

Shy Guys Prove Super Mario Bros. 2 USA Is Not Just A Dream

So in Mario Superstar Baseball in the Exhibition Records you can find information about the Shy Guys you play as in this game. It is revealed these Shy Guys used to work for King Wart but now simply friendly rivals of Mario.

This alongside another tidbit of information I'm going to bring up in another post, alongside my previous post on SMB2USA all prove the events of that game did canonically happen and wasn't just a dream.

[vyeoh]

If you make a figure skating au you're contractually obligated to make everyone intensely toxic and weirdly homophobic in the unique way only skating clubs and liberal suburbs are

[lilflowerpot]

I’m so happy that you share my headcanon of Keith having a crush on James because honestly there was so much unresolved tension between them.

Also, can you please open your fruitful mind cave and please share some headcanons that you have of the two of them please? So i can sit here and giggle uncontrollably while staring at my phone🙃

[original]

I don't really have a whole lot in the way of concrete headcanons regarding Keith & James' past, it's more nebulous ~vibes~, but let me give it my best shot:

So first thing's first, they met upon starting middleschool at the ripe young age of 11 with that delightful hormonal cocktail and all the dysfunctional emotions it entails a-brewing.

Keith's dad had been dead some three years at this point, and his foster placements had gone up in flames enough times that he'd been recently, but rather permanently, placed in a local group home. That in mind, he's all but given up on making actual human connections because these things seem to just never quite work out for him; better that he give up trying altogether, and save himself the hurt, but then... there's James.

Keith's already snagged the desk by the window in the far back—the best spot, as far as he's concerned—and is as happy to ignore and be ignored by his classmates as they file in for sixth period physics, until- until he walks in, all loud laughs and cheeky smiles, with a gaggle of kids hanging off his every word and more effortless charisma than any pre-teen boy should ever really have the right to.

And then gunmetal eyes sort of slide across the room—like he knew he was being watched before Keith even realised he was watching—all lazy arrogance and stupid hair, and he's looking Keith up and down and raising an eyebrow and- Keith looks away, mouth drawn and shoulders tight. Kids like that like to fight kids like him, he knows, and he cannot afford to get chewed out on his first fucking day for god's sake.

But it's not just physics because why would it be, no, over the coming week Keith finds that James Griffin—and it's no surprise to learn he's from money with a name like that—shares at least half his classes, P.E. among them, which is where it truly beings.

"It" being their... rivalry, Keith supposes.

He's not even sure who started it, just as likely to be both of them as neither, but when they're put on opposing teams for a "friendly" game of football, what begins as Keith making the most of his natural dexterity—skirting around lumbering opponents, nimble as a cat—turns into Griffin hunting him and only him down across the pitch like a damn bloodhound. "That's the game kid" the coach tells him, as if, by the end of it, he hadn't been systematically cornered and corralled by the other team irrespective of whether or not he had the damn ball, entirely at Griffin's direction, "like it or lump it". Keith, still wheezing with ribs that protest every breath after a particularly rough tackle, finds himself quite particularly disinclined to lump it, and certainly doesn't like it one bit.

Definitely not.

So Griffin pushes, Keith pulls. Griffin hits, Keith kicks. Griffin scratches, Keith bites.

But it's not bullying, never that: Keith's known his fair share—a scruffy orphan with anger issues is an easy target, he supposes—and this simply isn't it. Griffin evens defends him, once, in the particularly chilly January of their first year when a meat-headed trio think it funny to soak Keith's shirt during gym and leave it out to freeze; without pause or hesitation, Griffin had quietly handled them with more snide diplomacy than Keith himself would ever wield, and though the details of that closing whisper-threat were known only to he who'd received it, the sudden pallor of face and contrition of manner had left quite the impression.

...As did the cozily lined sweater that James—with goosebumps rising on his arms and cheeks already pinking from the chill—had thrown into Keith's arms from across the changing room, citing the pinprick hole in the cuff as reason enough for him to have been planning to rid himself of it anyway.

They're not friends—how could they be? James is intelligent and popular and so annoyingly good at things he damn near makes an art out of breathing—but for the first time since he was orphaned, Keith finds himself with one singular constant that he can rely on to be infuriatingly charmingly stubbornly there: never shying from Keith's sharp edges nor being swayed by the cruel whispers that haunt him everywhere he goes, James is just... James. Disagreeable. Incomprehensible. Unwavering.

And maybe, just a little bit like Keith.

Oh, and I'm also inclined to believe that (both in this au and canon) that past altercation seen in s7ep01 where Keith goes "I can out-fly anyone in this building" and James fires back with "Oh yeah? Is that what mommy and daddy told you before-" [gets punched in the face] was a classic case of projection on James' part: he strikes me as a kid whose parents expect nothing less than perfection—not only that he could be the best, but that he should—so I think that Keith getting the group in trouble, coupled with James just outright projecting his own experiences, led to a cruel comment (and worse for the fact that I believe James didn't actually know Keith was an orphan until after this instance).

[chussyracing]

F1 Exhibion in Vienna 2024 - highlights

From top left to bottom right:

The selection of driver helmets from Senna, over Schumacher to Jules Bianchi and Charles.

Lewis' kart (and also other karting stuff like a trophy or karting suit, not pictured here)

Various car body parts, here is front wing comparison of McLaren cars

Selection of Pirelli tyres which are oh so very big, I have no idea how they make the pit stops so fast and I take all jokes about Sauber's minute long put stops back

Pierre's Monza winning Alpha Tauri

McLaren steering wheel from 2008

The part about drivers featuring how their position in the car and gear and safety measures changed over the years from 1930s till present (pictured Kimi Raikkonen in 2009)

RB16B (as a Red Bull Racing hater the livery kinda fucks, the matt really is beautiful to look at)

Remaining parts of Romain Grosjean from his scary crash in 2020

Chart picturing the 10 F1 teams and their debut and name changes

[usnatarchives]

The WNBA Story: Pioneering Women’s Pro Basketball in the United States

The Women's National Basketball Association (WNBA) has a rich history dating back to its inception in 1996. Established as the women's counterpart to the National Basketball Association (NBA), the league has since set a standard for professional women's sports in the United States.

The first game of the WNBA was conducted on June 21, 1997, a face-off between the New York Liberty and the Los Angeles Sparks.

One of the pioneering teams of the league, the Houston Comets, left an indelible mark on the early years of the WNBA. The team secured the first four championships from 1997 to 2000.

Within the National Archives, records related to the WNBA offer fascinating insights into the league's evolution.

A team jersey and signed basketball from the Indiana Fever WNBA basketball team are on display in our exhibit, “All American: The Power of Sports."

[sheltiechicago]

_traveller_of_life_

Stockholm Metro: World’s Longest Art Exhibit

Stadion Station

Stadion, with its vivid colors and rainbow, is one of the first cave stations in Stockholm and was built in 1973. The station gets its name after Stockholm’s Olympic Stadium. Artists Åke Pallarp and Enno Hallek wanted to remind passengers of the importance of the Stadium’s significance in sports history as the 1912 Olympics were held there. It still regularly hosts sports events and concerts.

grahamshellswell

[raitrolling]

"Sharle had completed the hardest part of the Grand Prix and came out of it a record holder. Now the team will have to pull out all the stops for tomorrow’s race to ensure their driver is crowned the champion. ... But, oh, how quickly can a single mistake cause the entire team to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory."

[meowmeowmessi]

messistas can try to give this a positive spin as much as they want but this is the fumble of the century the kind of disastrous decision making skills at club level that i was talking abt there's no coming back from this

[bitchthefuck1]

One of the weirdest things about finding out you're traumatized/mentally ill/neurodivergent as an adult is looking back at all the very obvious signs in your childhood and realizing none of the adults responsible for you were paying attention

[thefortysecondolive]

@dunkelrotzuschwarz danke für’s Taggen 💜

The WIP I’m actually “working on”: Non-chronological quadruple crossover Serienmord Casefic with a chapter for every card in the tarot deck (there are 78 😩 why have I done this to myself)

The WIP I keep open in the background so I don’t feel guilty about it: Rudern-AU! Niche sport AUs my beloved <3 Except I made it shippy when I started and now I don’t know where to go with it…

Imaginary Project: Spatort Extended Universe HEMA (historische europäische Kampfkünste) AU. I think about it every Tuesday at Longsword practice but I will realistically not have the Fachwissen to write it until I have Trained In Germany (so… probably never). And yet! Swords ⚔️😌

Passion Project: Anything that can be described as “Belligerently Aspec,” but especially aroace Leo!

WIP from 3 months ago: This one :D (also the nonlinear Serienmord Casefic and the Rudern-AU lol)

Tagging: You! You reading this! Right now! Yes you! Consider yourself tagged! Tell me about your WIPs!

[dullahandyke]

life is so good and awesome peace and love on planet earth

[garadinervi]

L'art cinétique. Exposition municipale, Text by Frank Popper, Galerie Denise René / Municipalité de Nanterre, Nanterre, 1970 [Exhibition: Palais des Sports, Nanterre, February 13 – March 8, 1970] [Libreria El Astillero, Cantabria]