In his element
In a long, narrow shed on the fringes of Nuriootpa, Tom Gerlach’s focus is singular. Time slows. There are no other thoughts. On this rectangle of black mats, there is only the moment, and a playbook of how to best roll into the next.
In a long, narrow shed on the fringes of Nuriootpa, Tom Gerlach’s focus is singular. Time slows. There are no other thoughts. On this rectangle of black mats, there is only the moment, and a playbook of how to best roll into the next.
