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An inspirational piece by @alexhuot.bsky.social about the Canadian 🇨🇦 Olympic figure skating legend, #BrianOrser, and his innovative journey as coach for some of the greatest skaters in history.

Brian Orser: Champion, Coach, and Innovator in Figure Skating Brian Orser, legendary skater and coach, shares insights on his journey, coaching philosophy, and AI’s role in figure skating with Alex Huot.

Brian Orser is a true inspiration—an Olympian, coach, and true mentor. Honoured to speak with him about his journey and even dive into tech in sports. A legend on and off the ice! ❄️🏅 #BrianOrser #YuzuruHanyu

🔗 Full Interview:
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Triple Axel I pretend to be ill so I can watch figure skating at Lillehammer. It’s 1994 and my mom and I are united in our hatred of Elvis Stojko whose quads feel empty like a bear bluff-charging. We watch Grinkov and Gordeeva in seafoam velvet. She cleaves to him, weightless, a single cloud formation. When she skates alone for the first time, after his heart attack, their daughter will pat her arm gently. There is Paul Wylie’s evangelical ass in tights, but I only have eyes for Brian Boitano, queerly electric in a pirate’s outfit tearing through the long program until he falls on the triple axel combo shattered our gasps the floral quilt tossed aside to peer closer at the screen Six years ago in Calgary it was The Battle of the Brians with Orser and Boitano dance fighting, one Brian in classic black, the other in blue sequins, two comets against the drab orange arena. Shakespearean rivalry of gays, those lines of beauty, still closeted, but couldn’t I see it even then?

Six years ago in Calgary it was The Battle of the Brians with Orser and Boitano dance fighting, one Brian in classic black, the other in blue sequins, two comets against the drab orange arena. Shakespearean rivalry of gays, those lines of beauty, still closeted, but couldn’t I see it even then? This: the gayest thing to watch in Chilliwack at the time. Both Brians locked in combat. Galindo screaming for joy at the US Championship. Voice of Toller Cranston in our ears, smooth as fresh ice. They all dance around me, skates winking fire, gold trim, epaulettes, death spiral of AIDS before the cocktail. It spins us still, and we are snow under the blade.

I won’t come out until 1996, when Orser glides to Neil Diamond. “The Story of My Life.” If I’d waited a year, I might have ridden Ellen’s wave. Instead, it’s Brian and Brian who push me out of the stands. Those gods in blue fire. Suspending their long cold war to spin me, once again and then hurl me through space.

I Hate Parties. A suspicious cat peers around a corner in blue tones surrounded by confetti.

Just a reminder while you’re watching the Olympics that there’s a poem in I Hate Parties about Olympic figure-skating and the Battle of the Brians! You can pre-order a copy from your local bookstores!

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