Olympics, Day Eleventybillion and Two
Today (Monday, that is, although it's now after midnight) was my Dad's birthday. Happy birthday, Dadster! I called him to wish him a happy happy. My mom made him his traditional birthday cake, chocolate chip cake, and they were going to make barbecue ribs on the grill and have friends over. Sounds like a pretty awesome birthday to me.
So, I'm sure I'm not the only one who breathed a sigh of relief that tonight's Olympics coverage passed with only scant mention of Michael Phelps. I mean, we love you, Mike, but must we cut away from coverage of totally unrelated sports (like trampoline or something) to hear about you YET AGAIN when your events have been over for several days?
I was oddly riveted by the track events tonight. There's something about the foot races that's just...compelling. And DAMN that Usain Bolt guy is like, supernatural or something. He's all "Oh, are y'all still running with me? Cause I can't see you in the CLOUD OF DUST I leave in my wake." He looks like he's having a casual jog at the park...in world-record time. Also woe betide for Liu Xiang, mega-huge Chinese track star, who had to pull out due to Achilles' issues. I just know there's an in-poor-taste "Achilles' heel" comment I could make there somewhere. I shall refrain.
YAY for big scary American women winning gold medals in discus! I loved that woman, she was adorable. And man, she won by quite a decisive margin. Way to fling that discus, yo. Represent!
And haaaaaaaate on the prima donna Russian pole vaulter. Oh, isn't that sweet, you live in Monte Carlo and like being pretty and glamorous and giggling and batting your eyelashes and being the center of attention. Oh, how annoying that you make your height and then jump up off the mat like the diva princess that you are, waving and blowing the kisses at the crowd, who could give two shits about you, like you're at the freaking Miss Universe pageant. Oh, how precious and totally predictable that you'd like to be in Hollywood movies, because Lord knows that the ability to fling yourself over a high bar qualifies you as an actress. Although we are talking about a business that gave Cindy Crawford a starring role once, so I can see how you might think you had a shot.
Here's a macro for you.
So, I'm sure I'm not the only one who breathed a sigh of relief that tonight's Olympics coverage passed with only scant mention of Michael Phelps. I mean, we love you, Mike, but must we cut away from coverage of totally unrelated sports (like trampoline or something) to hear about you YET AGAIN when your events have been over for several days?
I was oddly riveted by the track events tonight. There's something about the foot races that's just...compelling. And DAMN that Usain Bolt guy is like, supernatural or something. He's all "Oh, are y'all still running with me? Cause I can't see you in the CLOUD OF DUST I leave in my wake." He looks like he's having a casual jog at the park...in world-record time. Also woe betide for Liu Xiang, mega-huge Chinese track star, who had to pull out due to Achilles' issues. I just know there's an in-poor-taste "Achilles' heel" comment I could make there somewhere. I shall refrain.
YAY for big scary American women winning gold medals in discus! I loved that woman, she was adorable. And man, she won by quite a decisive margin. Way to fling that discus, yo. Represent!
And haaaaaaaate on the prima donna Russian pole vaulter. Oh, isn't that sweet, you live in Monte Carlo and like being pretty and glamorous and giggling and batting your eyelashes and being the center of attention. Oh, how annoying that you make your height and then jump up off the mat like the diva princess that you are, waving and blowing the kisses at the crowd, who could give two shits about you, like you're at the freaking Miss Universe pageant. Oh, how precious and totally predictable that you'd like to be in Hollywood movies, because Lord knows that the ability to fling yourself over a high bar qualifies you as an actress. Although we are talking about a business that gave Cindy Crawford a starring role once, so I can see how you might think you had a shot.
Here's a macro for you.