Post by EDWARDO ROUBLES The New Barrel on Sept 8, 2006 10:01:54 GMT 8
It was a cold misty day back in Geneva, Switzerland in 1976 when an unknown young local wearing competitor's number #539 stepped up to the line at the 37th Annual World Racquet Hurling Championships.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, held his raquet grip tightly, took a deep breath, then exploded into his crouching rotation before unleashing the racquet with a deafining war cry.
The roar of the crowd told all, the raquet sailed long and far over the day's best, it continued over the national and then the world mark before landing and setting a world record that remains to this very day.
"Who is this local?" The world's press clamoured to know.
"That's Swiss Cheese" explained a surprised town mayor, "I didn't know he had even entered"
So was born the legend that is Swiss Cheese, we are priviledged to have such sporting royalty within our Wacker ranks.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, held his raquet grip tightly, took a deep breath, then exploded into his crouching rotation before unleashing the racquet with a deafining war cry.
The roar of the crowd told all, the raquet sailed long and far over the day's best, it continued over the national and then the world mark before landing and setting a world record that remains to this very day.
"Who is this local?" The world's press clamoured to know.
"That's Swiss Cheese" explained a surprised town mayor, "I didn't know he had even entered"
So was born the legend that is Swiss Cheese, we are priviledged to have such sporting royalty within our Wacker ranks.