Ranting and Raving...
...I watched the women's all-around this evening. At every turn, it seemed the world and its evil-minion-proxies were against Shawn and Nastia. Logic (and the announcers) could not explain the inexplicable scores even in the face of the Chinese mistakes and American triumphs.
"IT'S FIXED!" Shaking my yellow fist at the glowing blue screen, I uttered all manner of plots and conspiracies involving Nellie Kim, the Chinese, the Illumanati, an alien with velcro, and the grassy knoll.
Even remembrances of Michael Phelps' domination in the 200 IM, a race I judged to be his toughest remaining, and Lochte/Piersol going 1-2 in the 200 backstroke could not quell the seething anger I held within.
It wouldn't be. Hard work would not triumph over petty and parochial politics. We would be robbed yet again by jealous would-be superpowers. And I hadn't even thought about the IOC's yanking of softball and baseball from the 2012 games.
Having worked myself into a good froth, I was ready for the last two events.
And then...Nastia absolutely kills the beam and floor. She owns it. Dominates. She kicks sand in their 90-pound-weakling faces, steals their girls, and rips the back cover ad from their comic books. Charlie Atlas wouldn't be able to save them now.
And so, breathing a sigh of relief, I turned my attentions back to determining and proving China's gymnasts are not eligible to drive.
How was your night?
"IT'S FIXED!" Shaking my yellow fist at the glowing blue screen, I uttered all manner of plots and conspiracies involving Nellie Kim, the Chinese, the Illumanati, an alien with velcro, and the grassy knoll.
Even remembrances of Michael Phelps' domination in the 200 IM, a race I judged to be his toughest remaining, and Lochte/Piersol going 1-2 in the 200 backstroke could not quell the seething anger I held within.
It wouldn't be. Hard work would not triumph over petty and parochial politics. We would be robbed yet again by jealous would-be superpowers. And I hadn't even thought about the IOC's yanking of softball and baseball from the 2012 games.
Having worked myself into a good froth, I was ready for the last two events.
And then...Nastia absolutely kills the beam and floor. She owns it. Dominates. She kicks sand in their 90-pound-weakling faces, steals their girls, and rips the back cover ad from their comic books. Charlie Atlas wouldn't be able to save them now.
And so, breathing a sigh of relief, I turned my attentions back to determining and proving China's gymnasts are not eligible to drive.
How was your night?
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