If you read the WSJ today, you would have thought they lured away one of our star writers. It would go a long way towards explaining our slow production since the World Cup (men's) and the paper's new found love for a well executed fistpump. Unfortunately for us, we have no such excuse. The best I can offer is that we graduated college, got pseudo-real jobs and lost the opportunity to spend 45 minutes every morning looking through the AP and Reuters photo wires for great fistpumps. Also, our desire to write a whole blog entry diminished with the rise of Twitter. Although, I think I could manage 140 characters a day (look out for @FistpumpsCom coming soon).
Also, the world of fistpumping got muddied by Snooki, J-Wowww and the rest of the summer population of Belmar, Seaside Heights and Wildwood, NJ. Things got so bad that our Google results got relegated to the bottom of page 25 behind xenadrine ads and the recipe for RonRon Juice.
But enough excuses. Back in the day, golf's Majors were where we found 99% of our material and it was almost all attributable to Tiger Woods, evidenced by him being our first inductee to the Fistpumps.com Hall of Fame in 2005. Recently, we stopped looking at golf as a source of great fistpumps because when Tiger was at his best, he was the only great fistpumper, now things have changed. This year's Majors had winning fistpumpers not named Tiger on full display and with the exception of Darren Clarke (he chooses to celebrate off the course), what I saw was amazing.
The Presidents Cup is ramping up, the awkward high-fives (too many: 1, 2, 3) and man hugs will be back, but at least we know the fistpump was here before Tiger Woods and it can survive long after as well.
